I am in love with this coupling. I just love him, and we all love her! This song holds so much for them I think, and I just wanted to express that. It's a little short of dialogue until the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist but I want to own Currie Graham ; )

The next time Lisbon awoke in Mashburn's arms, it felt right. It felt like she'd found a missing piece in her puzzle, the star of her movie, the inspiration of her book. He was providing her with warmth that not only heated her body, but it heated her heart too. She didn't dare move. She really didn't want to wake the peaceful billionaire resting beside her. But, all in all, she had to. Unless she really wanted that angry phone call from Hightower that she was bound to recieve if she didn't move.

Carefully, she unwound the strong arms that encircled her waist and wriggled out of the covers. She turned back to watch him, still deep in slumber, before quickly retrieving her clothes from the floor. Sure, she'd wear other clothes to work, but she really didn't want him to wake up and find her underwear still on the floor. That, would be embarassing; most importantly on her part.

She checked the time, 6:55am. She hurried to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She changed in record time, and within the ten minuites she'd been up she was ready to fly out of the door.

She just had one thing to do first. Finding a piece of paper she quickly scribbled the following:

Good Morning Walter,

Coffee is in the machine.

Have got a case, I'll call you.

Love, Teresa xx

She put the pen down and left the note by the bedside. She leant down and pressed a delicate kiss on his temple, before disappearing downstairs.

Lisbon was in the bullpen before the clock striked 7:15, leaning on Van Pelts desk with a coffee cup in her hand. The case they'd caught was all the way out in Pheonix, and Cho and Rigsby had been unfortunate enough to be on desk duty when the phone rung. Which also meant that they were already halfway to Pheonix when the clock did strike 7:15am.

"How was your evening Boss?" Van Pelt chirped. Lisbon couldn't stop the smile that broke out onto her face.

"Lovely actually. It was way better that I thought It would be." Seemingly lost in her thoughts, Lisbon didn't notice the blonde pain in the ass enter the bullpen. Well that was until said blonde pain in the ass spoke.

"Good Morning Guilable Grace." He called over his tea, and soon descended onto his couch. "Lisbon, who made you so happy?"

"Uh, no one." She was thrown a little off guard by his accurate assumption.

"Sure...I'm guessing it was a man." He yawned, and streched against his couch, like a cat ready for a nap.

"Nobody made me happy, Jane." She turned to leave the bullpen. "And stop picking on Grace!"

She'd been working on paperwork for five hours straight before Rigsby and Cho stumbled into the bullpen. Rigsby was screaming about a scorpian or some kind, and Cho was screaming back at him about them being nocturnal animals. For Lisbon, It had been a normal morning. Jane picking on Grace, leading to Grace hiding in the privacy of Lisbon's office for most of the morning, until Hightower knocked on the door for a briefing. Cho and Rigsby had already started yelling and it was only mid-day. It was a new record for them, she noted.

The only thing different about her today was the fact that her mind had been occupied with a certain song, and a certain man. Jane had noticed to, and had already pulled her up on checking her phone every few minutes. She'd replied with an excuse saying she was waiting for her brother to call. But she'd known he knew it was another lie. He always knew.

She checked her phone again. But, to her surprise it had finally recieved a message.

I had a lovely time with you last night, and hope to see you again. Walter xx

What Lisbon hadn't expected was for her heart to melt. She'd spent the evening in the arms of a man who she'd been thinking about since early November. And now he wanted to see her again. She could barely contain her excitement, boiling over a little and releasing a tiny squeak, before regaining her composure and nonchalantly replying.

Sure. Tonight? Teresa xxx

Okay, well it was meant to be nonchalant until she went a little rogue with the kisses.

By the end of the day she'd arranged a date with Mashburn, and solved a case. Which also meant she'd had to come up with an excuse to give case closed pizza a miss. In the end she'd just settled on telling them she had a date.

Yes, it was with an entirely sexy billionaire who flew across the world to declare his new found feelings for her, who just happened to go by the name of Walter Mashburn. But they didn't need to know everything...

7:30pm that night Teresa was stood in front of her mirror clad in skinny jeans and a tank top. She decided to go all cool cop on him and add a brown leather jacket to her suave appearance.

The doorbell rung, causing her to jump and fall flat on her bottom. Okay...not so suave.

She hurried downstairs to unbolt the door, to find him standing there in a sexy tuxedo.

"Wow, I didn't know about the dress code." Teresa muttered, her gaze drifting to his hands. Red roses. Traditional and sweet. She put them in a vase after sharing a very intense kiss with him, that made her melt.

"You look beautiful." He stated knowingly, 'Charming' apparently tattoed on his forehead. He was behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist before she could go anywhere. "I wanted to kiss you all day, Teresa. You have know idea what you do to me."

She placed the vase on the side before she dropped it. She turned around to face him, and before long his lips where on hers again.

"So, where are you taking me? And do I need to go change?" She fiddled with his tie, straightening it before kissing him quickly and darting away.

"You don't need to change. We're going to a little place that I know you'll love. I wanted to take you there when we first met, you know." He stated.

She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers on their walk to the car. "Well you can now."

"...so Jane grabbed the keys from Van Pelt's jacket and hid them in Cho's desk. Grace went mad on Cho and Cho blammed Rigsby, who started on Cho about the whole Scorpian fiasco in the desert. It was quite entertaining...right down to Hightower backhanding Jane." Lisbon sipped at her martini, and snuggled comfortable into Walter's embrace. His arm was draped around the back of their small booth, fiddling with her hair. Her legs were strewn loosly over his thighs and he traced patterns on her calf through her jeans.

"She hit him?" He asked.

"Yeah, and he cried like a baby. It was vey amusing." She rested her head on his shoulder. "You know, I usually don't do this whole touchy feely stuff with guys." She said honestly.

"So you're saying I'm the first guy you've been like this with. In this position?" He raised his eyebrow at her and rubbed her leg. Lisbon nodded silently, and brought her hand up to rest on his chest.

"I like it. This seems natural with you for some reason." She looked up at him, their eyes locking. "I'm falling for you Walter." She stated.

A heartful smile spread across his lips. "Ah, Teresa...I already fell for you." He kissed her tenderly, wanting to savour their moment. A familair melody filled their ears.

"Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heart-heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heart-heartbeat. I saw you talking on the phone, I know that you are not alone. But you're stealing my heart away, yeah you're stealing my heart away..."

"Well thats uncanny." Walter chuckled. "Care to dance dear?" She smiled up at him and reluctantly accepted.

Soon they were swaying on the dancefloor, her head resting intimately on his shoulder, his arms wrapping tightly around her lithe form.

"I can feel your heatbeat 'she said to me'...That I could steal your heart away, I could steal your heart away. No matter what it is you think, I'm not the kind of girl to blink and give my heart away, stop trying to steal my heart away...I don't know where were going, I don't know who we are, I can feel your heartbeat..."

She was lost in his embrace; lost in the music that was their song. She didn't realize it at first, she hadn't wanted to notice it before. But not matter what she did she could no longer deny her feelings for Walter Mashburn. After all, they are so much more than she thought she could feel. All for the man who flew across the world to tell her...he could feel her heartbeat.

Let me know what you think!

Taz xx

PS. Has anyone every stolen your heart away?