Disclaimer: The Mentalist—as you all know—is not mine. Yes, I'm not Bruno Heller. This is all Jane and Lisbon (or Jisbon, as some might prefer). For entertainment purpose only. Enjoy!

Patrick Jane pressed the red button to cut the dial tone once again. He just ended his fifth consecutive attempt to call Teresa Lisbon. They had a pretty serious argument three days ago and they still hadn't talked to each other since.

It all started by—as usual—Jane's brilliant yet reckless plan. The plan was so reckless and dangerous, it almost got his colleagues, Wayne Rigsby and Grace Van Pelt, killed. Thank God, their other pal, Kimball Cho, came just in time to save the day.

Lisbon—who was still traumatized by the incident when Van Pelt got shot and broke a couple of her ribs—went ballistic on Jane.

"Why are you keep doing this, Patrick?" she frowned. Her face was filled with so many emotions. Pain, anger, disappointment, exhaustion, even fear.

"I… but we caught the bad guy, right? Now he won't…"

She cut it right away. "That's not the biggest point, Pat… GOSH! Why are you so selfish?"

Jane decided not to say anything. Not only because she's yelling at him, but because she called him 'Patrick', instead of 'Jane'. He knows that the only times she will call him by his first name are when she's really worried about his well-being and when she's furious. Looking at all circumstances they were in, the latter would most definitely fit.

She hugged herself, as if trying to make the distance farther between them. They kept staring at each other; neither of them was sure enough to pick up the conversation where it was left off. Jane loves silence, most of the time. It gives him peace and a huge space to think about stuff, but he surely hates this kind of silence he's having with her. A moment later, he decided to break it.

He sighed heavily. "I know I've let you down. I know that I was being selfish and reckless. But we managed, right, Lisbon? No one got hurt and even better, the plan worked!"

"Can't you see? This is not the first time you put your—no, our! Our co-workers in danger! How if everything didn't work out the way you planned? They wouldn't be sitting there, dealing with that damn paperwork! No, we could be grieving over them now and the thought of it scares the hell out of me! How could you…" she couldn't even finish it. She looked at him once again and Jane knew, right at that very moment, that she needed to be left alone.

"I'm sorry, Lisbon, I really am. I'll call you later, okay? And… I'll meet you home tonight, right?"

She didn't say anything.

"Teresa?"

She didn't even make a sound. She was just standing there, across from him, doing nothing but staring him right in the eye.

He felt a big punch of disappointment when she didn't reply any of his questions. He took a few steps towards her to kiss her on her forehead, or on any side of her cheek just like he always does. Suddenly, he stopped. He just smiled, turned around, and excused himself out of her office.

He's still hoping that he would meet her home later that night, although he wasn't really sure about it.