A/N: Okay, so I told myself not to start a new Multi-Chap before I'd completely finished 'It started with a kiss', but I couldn't stand to not post frequently... And since this story is already completely written, I just chose to publish this, even though I had told myself to wait :D. I just wanted to post this one, ever since I finished 'When you're not around', which this story is a sequel to, and since I had promised you a sequel... :D

This story is just plain fluff. There are moments of Angst (and serious Angst, trust me), but most times it's fluffy. If that's not your cup of tea or coffee, then don't read it!

This story is a sequel to 'When you're not around'. Make sure to read that story before you start this one, or else it might not make any sense at all.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist. I am enrolling in the IDEE course in The Netherlands, which, as they say it, 'Is the first and only teacher education programme in The Netherlands to be officially awarded the title 'Excellent', both on account of its overall quality and its international approach'. So... Bruno, we equal? I think so, we're both brilliant. *handshake*

You look beautiful when you smile

Previously, in 'When you're not around':

He knew a million things to try and make her forget, most of them included a bed, but he didn't want to force things. That bed would come when they were ready, and Lisbon definitely wasn't now.

But there were scenarios that didn't include a bed.

Yes, he would make her forget, just as she wanted.

Scenario one: 'The Massage'

Lisbon opened her eyes, and smiled when she became aware of her surroundings.

Of course, she was still in the hospital but she didn't expect different. Maybe it was best she was here. She was surrounded by people all day long and she couldn't possibly feel alone since nurses came and went every hour.

And of course Jane who was glued to her.
He slept next to her every night since she had awoken from her coma. Of course not caring at all about what the nurses told him. He at first kept her from sleeping, since she was distracted quite easily when it came to him, and he kept touching her, kissing her, and just looking into her eyes from a few inches away.

But the past few days, he had let her sleep again. Mostly because she had finally told him a bit about the crash. He had found out she was more mentally damaged than he had thought at first.

She was known in the CBI for her strength. Two things went through the HQ every day, at least before the crash.

One: she didn't let anyone see through her façade. Never ever.

Two: she never told much about herself. Even if she was rotting on the inside, with emotions and feelings that had been buried deep down, she would never reveal it if something reminded her of her past. Which ultimately led back to fact one.

But now that she was in the hospital – but mainly the reason why she was in the hospital – she was weaker than she had ever been. The fact that people had to take care of her because she couldn't herself was killing enough. But the fact that she cried almost every hour was a side-effect that she did not like at all.

She stroked Jane's cheek, who was already watching her from protective eyes.

He had grown really protective over her. He let the doctors and nurses do what they wanted, needed to do, but he watched them suspiciously, as if he would kill them as soon as they hurt Lisbon. And that was a side-effect that she did like. Because he was the only person from whom she didn't mind at all if he took care of her. He did it in a personal way, with so much love that she cried almost every time he did it. The nurses did it professionally, and though she'd always been professional herself, that was not what she wanted and needed right now. Too bad that Jane didn't become a doctor, because he would be the best ever.

Since Jane made all the nurses feel a bit uncomfortable with his stares, they had told him what they did at which hour, such as giving Lisbon her medications or checking her bandages. This way, he would save them a few minutes and they could spent more time on other patients.

"Hey," he whispered, and she smiled, placing a small kiss on his nose.
"Hi."

"Loreen came when you were asleep. I need to check your bandages again."

Lisbon sighed. Though she felt more at ease with Jane checking them – after all, they were around her upper leg and very close to... yeah, her intimate parts. Even if she was wearing panties, it just felt awkward – she still felt just a bit uncomfortable. But she loved Jane for doing these things. He knew she wouldn't let other people do this, only if she trusted them.

He sat up straight, and stretched his arms above him.

"Oh, there was something else I was worrying about."

Lisbon frowned. Jane got off the bed, walking towards the cupboard with fresh bandages.

"What was it?"

"You kept saying... well, you kept saying Walter's name in your sleep. Do I need to be jealous or-"

"Oh, hush Patrick. You know I'm not with him anymore. I'm sure that if I did say his name, it was because I told him to go to hell."

Jane smiled. "Oh, yeah, of course. I didn't hear that. Sorry."

Lisbon rolled her eyes, and shifted in her bed, making it comfortable. Despite what she could remember from hospital beds, this one was quite comfortable. Maybe it was because she had to stay here longer than just one or two days.

Jane returned to her side with one roll of bandage.

"How would you want it: the Lisbon way or the Jane way?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes again.

"Just do it, or I'm going to call Loreen," she said, already threatening to press the emergency button next to her bed. Loreen was the nurse that kept taking care of her. There were some other women, but they never stayed long. Loreen was there for Lisbon's bandages, and the checking of her stitches.

Even though Jane checked on Lisbon's bandages now, they had never came off, or not when Jane was around anyway. So he'd never actually seen the wounds beneath the bandages.

Lisbon wasn't sure she wanted him to see them, since he kept talking about them being his fault – not so much anymore, though. But it was a side of her now that he needed to see if he wanted her.

"Ready?" asked Jane, and Lisbon nodded. He lowered the sheets and took a few seconds to look at her exposed body. Of course she didn't rest her dress just beneath her breasts anymore, that was once but never ever again. But there was still enough for him to see, and he didn't want to see it because he had the feeling he wasn't allowed to. He had the feeling he was taking advantage of her, even if he did nothing else than to look at it. It didn't feel right to him, but he knew he was the only person that Lisbon trusted in this hospital.

He slowly began taking away the bandage, and he felt Lisbon's body tense more. Only then he realized that she herself hadn't seen the wounds either, and she was afraid of what was hiding beneath the bandages.

"You don't have to look if you don't want to, Teresa," whispered Jane. He saw from the corner of his eyes Loreen looking at them. He nodded towards the woman, and Lisbon let out a sigh of almost helplessness. Jane had done a good job of making her forget, but the fact that the stitches, scratches and burns were still there kept her reminding of what had happened. He was sure she was picturing the crash again, because she was starting to panic.

He grabbed one of her hands, and held it tightly.

"Do you want Loreen to do it, Teresa?"

Lisbon had her eyes closed, and nodded. Jane nodded at the woman again, and the nurse went to stand beside Jane.

"Okay, Teresa, if it hurts, tell me or squeeze Patrick's hand immediately, okay? We don't want you to be hurt."

Lisbon nodded again.

Loreen took off the bandages, and Jane looked quickly at the wounds. It didn't look that horrifying as he had expected, but he could understand that the doctors wanted to cover it safely, and that it hurt for Lisbon, physically and mentally.

He would ask Loreen later, when Lisbon was sleeping, what had actually happened to that leg.

"It's okay, Teresa, it's okay," Jane whispered softly, and he saw her breath calming down just a smidge.

Before Jane knew it, the wound was covered again by precisely placed bandages, and Loreen threw away the used bandage.

"You know the deal: call me if you need anything. Both of you, Patrick, so you too."

Jane nodded, and the woman left again.

He turned towards Lisbon, who was still laying on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't picture the plane, Teresa. You're in the hospital, you're safe here. I'm here," he whispered. Lisbon took in a deep breath, but he saw she just couldn't relax.

Time for the first scenario.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her upper body up. He kicked out his shoes and sat down behind her, placing her against his chest carefully. He leant back against the bed. It was actually quite comfortable. He had to admit Lisbon was quite lucky with a bed like this one. When he'd been in the hospital because of his almost-drowning, his bed was less comfortable.

"What are you doing?" Lisbon asked, getting her harsh tone back just a bit. Jane smiled faintly.

"I'm going to give you a massage. And the only thing you're allowed to think about is me. Or flowers. Or your desk. I don't care what, but not the plane. Anything but the plane. Happy things, yeah?"

Lisbon sighed, and nodded.
"You are so weird."

"I know, but right now, I'm trying to make you forget. Like you asked me to."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, and started almost kneading the muscles in her shoulders. He felt her relax against his chest, and he smiled contently. Despite how much she resisted against him, he still managed to make her calm, and that made him happier than it should have made him.

She placed her head on his chest as well, finally being utterly and infinitely relaxed since days.

He went down with his hands, massaging the rest of her back until he felt Lisbon fell asleep. He smiled contently again, and he threw his head back against the wall.

He felt she was hiding something from him. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly she was hiding, but she was retreating back into her shell and he didn't want her to do that.

Sure, he could understand that her wounds reminded her of the accident every single time she looked at them, but that couldn't be a reason to lose it like every time. Or could it?

He had to find out what she was hiding, no matter the consequences.

He took in a deep breath, and felt that small feeling of victory take over his heart for a few second. Scenario one had succeeded.

A/N: Yeah, so... I'm going to update this story daily, so you have 9 days of Jisbon fluff combined with some Angst. Isn't that fun? xD

Are you interested in what Lisbon is hiding? Well, I'm too... No, of course I know what she's hiding :P. And NO, she's not pregnant, they're not at that stage yet, I'm afraid :D.

And you may have already noticed that, lately, I'm more obsessed with Lisbon. She's always the one hurting, or the one that takes control or whatever. She's just my favorite character and I adore her so much, so maybe that's why she's mostly the center of attention in my stories. Because, obviously, Bruno keeps pushing her to the background where she's NOT good. It wasn't fair of Bruno to make her so sad and jealous in Season 5. Bruno Heller = Bruno TROLLER Heller. Meh.

But let me know what you think in a REVIEW, thank you! You can also follow this story, btw, that will make me equally happy :D.