Hey! So chapter two is here! Ok, I need to apologize for killing Jane of in the previous chapter. I was so happy to heard many people expressing that they cried while reading, because I certainly cried while writing it. To know that even within it's first 12 hours of being posted, that a few people have already joined me on the journey through the next 25 chapters makes me very happy as the writer of this story.

So I hurried up and wrote chapter two for...Well the person now reading this.

It was there waiting for her when she got back.

The heavy foot falls, hunched over shoulders, hand rubbing the temples all suggested one thing to the four people tentatively watching as their boss vanished into her office. They all watched on silent and still as one by one each of the blinds was flipped shut. The second they were all closed and there was no use watching the now obscured office, three agents turned on one consultant.

"Did you really have to go that far this time?" Grace tilted her head questioningly, and Jane mocked her as he played dumb.

"Yeah you could have held back. She had already given you the information we needed." Rigsby had got up from his desk and wandered over to Grace's, where he leaned against the side, crossing his arms. He used the pretense of scolding Jane to get closer to Grace, which everybody but the two said people noticed.

"Oh please, I got more information from her didn't I?" Jane waved a dismissive hand, swinging his legs up onto his couch and shuffling his body until he was comfortable. He hated to admit it but looking into Van Pelt's and Rigsby's faces was guilt ridding him more than he liked to say, even Cho seemed to have a disapproving tint to his normally static features.

"No Jane. You got a threat, which then lead to her revealing that she knew people in high up places, which we already knew due to the camera footage. We didn't gain any new information from her." Grace had also crossed her arms, and her disappointing glare was burning into the side of his head.

"Look, relax. Lisbon's got it sorted, you have work to do and I have a nap to take. Please can we get on with our lives." Jane knew that this approach would have instantly told the other three that they had succeeded in making him feel worse than he already had done. Going on the offensive side was his lizard brain telling him that defense just wasn't strong enough so he would have to take down the opponent.

"Have a good guilt free nap Jane." Her voice had been right by his ear, not to mention that he hadn't heard her get up from her seat and walk across to him. So when Grace's voice met Jane's ear so suddenly he couldn't help but jump. This left his legs feeling a little unsettled and his brain now saying how guilty he was. 'Great Grace, now I'm going to really be able to have my nap.' He wanted to say it out loud but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. He really needed to stop teaching them the art of Mentalism. They were getting pretty good at it, but they only really used it on himself...

Jane clapped his hands loudly, smiling at the result as several people jumped, one even spilled over their coffee onto a large pile of finished paper work. Really if you were told you were going to have a nice desk, perfect light, stunning view with a working window just an arms reach away, You would have been a very lucky agent. One who had deserved those kind of privileges. However if you had done something wrong, or had misbehaved you were told you would get a nice desk, perfect light, stunning view with a working window just an arms reach away, in the bull pen on floor 2.

Sharing a pen with Jane was extremely annoying. Not one day could be called 'Jane free.' Even on his days off he would have set up a little trick for everyone else who worked that floor. One time he had hidden the remote on the day of the world cup, knowing that many male agents would want to flick on the TV when their boss wasn't looking and take a peek at the score. So Jane had hidden the remote and set up a treasure hunt for it. All the TV buttons had stopped working as well, a trick Jane later showed to a curious Grace. On holiday's such as Easter or Halloween everyone groaned with dismay as Jane would have defiantly altered the bull pen in someway.

This sudden, very loud clap was just one of the small constant things people had to put up with, and if they tried complaining...Well they didn't. To go to his boss they would be on the receiving end of Special Agent Teresa Lisbon who stood up for him whatever the trick he had pulled. To go higher than her would be Hightower who seemed to like Jane, and even enjoy hearing Jane's tricks from other perspectives other that Jane's gloating one when he filled her in on many of the tricks he pulled. To go higher than Hightower wasn't in anyone's control, however even if it was, Bertram just seemed too high up to care what Jane was doing around the office.

"I think it's time for my afternoon walk."

"You don't have an afternoon walk." Grace didn't even turn to speak to Jane.

"Well I should have one. Walks are nice, they-"

"Go then Jane. We're not stopping you," Grace cut Jane off, and he took that as he was still in the dog house with them for getting Lisbon in trouble.

"Fine." He held up his hands in surrender and directed his afternoon walk to pass through her office.

"Did you like the-" Jane was stopped for the second time, this time being precisely the lack of someone interrupting him. He had just thrown open the office door without knocking ready to cheer her up, when he found said girl not in her office like she should be. The untouched bowl on her desk flagged up several places she could be in his mind, and the lack of her blazer hanging on her chair narrowed those down to just two possibilities. One was very unlikely as she didn't go up there that often, and only to see himself. And as he was here not up there he decided to cross that place of the list.

He turned to leave but as an after thought, Jane scooped up the untouched bowl and carried it with him down the hall.

'Ha he thinks they will cheer me up? Get me to forgive him? Well he can think again.' Lisbon thought as she snapped each blind closed with more force than necessary. The draining meeting with Bertram and Hightower had been a pain in the ass. Thank god that Jane hadn't been called to the meeting and she was relieved that he didn't turn up anyway invited or not. This unusual behavior helped her out in the meeting and with the conclusion that maybe he was sorry for doing it. Maybe a little regret had wormed it's way inside.

Slumping down at her desk a groan escaped her lips at the sight of out mountain of paperwork demanding to be filled in. What with 3 open cases, two cases closed today, 3 complaints...Well 2 complaints as the last one has been delt with. Eying the paperwork with detestation she decided that the headache which Hightower had drummed into her couldn't cope with any work. Leaving Jane's peace offering on her desk untouched Lisbon crept out her office through the back door which was rarely used apart from when Jane decided he liked to make a detour through her office as an excuse to be nosy.

Risking the chance of being seen by her team Lisbon took cover behind a column too look at the scene in the bull pen. It looked like her agents were giving Jane a hard time, with him laying on his couch and the other three crossed arms glaring in his direction. Suppressing a chuckle she crept down the hallway. Not sure where she should go, well there were two places she could go both needing a jacket, she double backed and nipped in her office sliding her blazer from it's place on the back of her chair. She shrugged it on and headed for the stairs that led up to higher floors.

One place she would normally go when heading in this direction wasn't her destination today. He wasn't in there so why would she make the effort to stand the place just for some peace and quiet. So her feet led her to the other spot which had sprung to mind when needing a resting place. You couldn't access it by the elevator and people rarely decided to wander this far up the building using stairs so she was sure she wouldn't get disturbed, At least not by any normal person.

Her refuge was the roof, it's view of the city and sky could make you lose yourself for hours. At this time of day the sun was on it's way toward the horizon making it extremely difficult to keep you eyes fully open for more than a second. Lisbon was reduced to shutting her eyes and feeling a long the brick wall for the turn. Her fingers were only skimming the brick lightly but the rough texture was already reducing the tips to bloody state. It was relief for her fingers when the wall ran out an she could follow the corner round the bend to a stretch of roof which was sheltered from the setting sun. Here she pried open her eyes and thankfully greeted the calm that it provided her. There was enough room for her to sit comfortable if she wanted to but this week had brought a lot of showers so the ground was soaked, with nowhere else to go up here it just sat in great puddles. Teresa glanced up at the sky, it was a montage of colours, dark blue where the sun rays couldn't reach and stars were able to twinkle down upon her, the sun cast pink and oranges across the sky in a blur of pastel. Each cloud however dark and ominous was given a silver lining.

"Lisbon."

"Jesus Jane!" Teresa jumped and looked to her left. Jane was standing uncomfortably, one hand on the sturdy concrete ledge, the other holding a bowl. "Jane? Are you alright?" Lisbon was recovering from her shock when she noticed how pale Jane was looking, and how he kept glancing at the sky line, surveying how high up they were.

"I'm fine." He patted the ledge comfortingly, or so he hoped. It didn't and Lisbon saw something that she rarely saw. It was a once in a blue moon event, and she didn't like it. Yes Jane was scared around guns, but only was he rarely in the situation he can't control. Most of the time its all for show with Jane, but not today. Today he seemed cared and venerable about something.

"You know I'm a detective too. Even a child could see you're scared." She took a step closer to him, all her anger had dissipated, carried off by the wind.

"I'm not..." Lisbon had now reached Jane and put her hand over his on the ledge for reassurance.

"You're not scared of heights- Oh." Lisbon suddenly got it. Jane wasn't scared of heights. However even the Mentalist himself can't protect his mind from being scared at somethings. Namely a place or situation in which you've been before that you don't like or it's traumatic. Even if it isn't that big a deal your mind can be awfully cruel sometimes. And Jane's mind had turned on him in a moment of panic.

"Here," Lisbon led Jane over to the middle of the rooftop away from the edge.

"I'm fine." Jane was saying it more to himself than Lisbon.

"I know." Lisbon dropped all contact with him. One time during a case it lead to a rooftop, which then lead to Jane being almost dropped over the edge. If she remembered rightly that was a pain in the ass case because nearly everyone involved was either hypnotized or a hypnotist. Rigsby had been the one who nearly chuck Jane of the edge of the building, only thanks to Jane mentioning that there was a shark or something saved him. Lisbon had no idea that had affected Jane so much, even now nowhere near the edge Jane still looked a bit queasy.

"Thanks. I need to sit down." And Jane did just that.

"Jane! You just sat in a puddle!" Lisbon stared dumbfounded as Jane's grey trousers were turning a darker shade and spreading down his trouser legs.

"Nah, It's only water. Come sit." Jane patted the water besides him but Lisbon remained standing. "Come on, its warm, the sun has been on it all day. I can hypnotist you to think it's not wet?" Jane added as Lisbon carried on standing.

"No thanks. We both know hypnotism and rooftops don't go together." So with a glance at Jane's pleading face she plonked herself down next to Jane. He was right, the puddle was extremely warm. "Did you bring the bubble bath?" They both chuckled at this, But Lisbon stopped when she felt the water spreading down her leg and up her top. Looking for something to distract her from this odd feeling Lisbon noted the bowl which Jane was still carrying. "You went in my office?"

"Oh yeah." Jane looked surprised to see the bowl in his hands and offered it to Lisbon who took it. She looked down at the small blueberries and took one, popping it in her mouth. She sighed as the little berry popped like a bubble in her mouth, bursting with flavor and more juice than you thought a small thing like that could hold. She popped another one in before turning on Jane.

"Thanks." She smiled before selecting another one. Jane smiled glad that she had took the offering.

"I thought you weren't going to accept them." Jane leant back on his wrists admiring the sky.

"I wasn't going to. But then they came with something else this time..." Lisbon copied Jane, still popping blueberries in her mouth one at a time.

"Oh, and what was that Agent Lisbon?" Jane's interest spiked immediately at this turn of conversation.

"Say sorry and I'll tell you." She smiled devilishly at him, hoping that curiosity did kill the cat and would kill Jane into apologizing.

He let out a sigh, "I'm sorry Teresa." Lisbon blushed at the use of her first name. Jane mentally drew a tick in the air. Lisbon, 1. Jane, 1.

"For what?" Lisbon was desperately trying to hold her self together.

"For being a jerk." Jane hadn't meant to say it like that but staring up at the sky with Lisbon, his thoughts randomly thinking about the drop of height, and the puddle distracting him, Jane wasn't in much shape to control what he was doing or thinking.

"Well that's a new one." Lisbon beamed, offering Jane the bowl. He grabbed a few berries, tipped his head back and ate them all in one go. "Hey, don't waste them!" Lisbon slapped him playfully on the arm. Her smile faltered when her hand wouldn't drop the contact on his skin, it lingered there, fingertips brushing the skin of his lower arm where he had rolled his sleeves up earlier that day.

"Lisbon! You're bleeding." Jane noticed the trail of blood her fingers had left behind. He took hold of her hand and brushed his palm lightly over the wounds.

"Oh it's nothing Jane." She tried to pull her hand away but Jane gripped it tighter. He raised her hand, palm facing upwards, to his mouth where he gently placed a tender kiss on each of the tips. Lisbon's eyes fluttered, her heart pounded and her stomach was doing somersaults. Something within her roared with excitement. But her mind was digging it's heels in, refusing to budge. It was screaming how wrong this was, they were colleagues, friends, nothing more. Jane pulled away but not far and he still held Lisbon's hand in his own. There was silence between them, neither dared to make the first move to speak. Both was waiting for the others reaction.

"I...Ugh. It was Lisbon who broke the silence, not sure what to say she just stumbled over every word until Jane let out a laugh. She glared at him, rosy cheeks starting to get a deeper red as anger took over embarrassment.

"Sorry Teresa... It's just so cute when you're embarrassed." Jane said it so matter of factually as if he had just told her that the weather was nice today.

"Cute?" Lisbon was dumbstruck.

"Well...No...Pretty. No not even that...Beautiful. You're beautiful no matter what mood you're in." Jane was looking straight at Lisbon now and she could tell this was no joke.

"Jane.." She half groaned half sighed.

"Teresa..." That was all Jane said before he captured her lips with his. He tried to pull back as soon as he had done it but a hand on his shirt pulled him back in for another kiss. This one lasted longer and both of them was participating with equal enthusiasm. Lisbon was first to move, Jane thought she was pulling away and he had to admit he felt disappointed. But in fact Lisbon leaned back and pulled Jane with her. Now she was laying with her back on the floor, Jane laying on top, hands exploring each other. One was wound in tight blond curls, another in wavy chestnut hair. Hands connected with hips, waists, chests and in Lisbon's case Jane's bum. It was a while before they came to their senses and parted.

Jane sat to the side of Lisbon who decided to carry on laying on the floor, catching her breath. They were both staring a head as the last few tendrils of the suns rays disapereard over the horizon. They were left with a clear sky, the clouds having moved on, leaving the twinkling stars of the night sky.

"Patrick." her voice was soft, as if she didn't have the strength to do anything more than whisper.

"Teresa." Jane tilted his body so it was facing hers.

"What will the team say at the state of our clothes? She rolled onto her side to show Jane the soaked back of her top and trousers. She was so glad she hadn't worn jeans that day otherwise she would have been in a lot of pain.

"Ha, I would be more than happy to remove them for you if you like." He hinted suggestively, he knew it might be a bit forward but he needed Lisbon to know that this wasn't a mistake. She wasn't his 'bit on the side.' He wanted her, needed her, and he wanted her to know that.

"Did you plan this?" She disregarded his last statement, for now, but she had to know the answer to this. She wasn't sure why. Right now her thought's were everywhere and anywhere.

"No, honestly I just brought you some blueberries." Jane answered innocently. They both gazed over to the bowl that had been discarded at some point. The blueberries glinted harmlessly, reflecting the night sky above as the pair continued their activities. Jane would never be scared of rooftops again, no, he would only think of Teresa Lisbon and Blueberries.

So I have had some views that this should be more than just One-Shots, but instead a big connected Fanfiction. I have given this some thought but really 'why should I decide?' I would love to here your opinions on the matter. It would be a great help. I would have to start connecting them from now on, not from the first chapter.

I'm really a bit unsure to see if I could pull it off, I don't know if as a connected story my ideas for one-shots would work. It's so hard. So I need your opinions to help me decide please!

Thanks for your support.

~Your-Bespoke-Psychopath.