[A/N: Wow! I can't believe the awesome reception I got for the first chapter! I would like to give thanks to everybody who reviewed/followed/favorited this story! I mean, five reviews? 2 favorites? 11 alerts? Wow! You guys are flippin' amazing!

Disclaimer: This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they own Mentalist, but let me tell you, it isn't me tonight.]

"Let's play a game."

If there ever were four words to strike terror in Lisbon's heart (except for "Jane was killed yesterday" and "Your father is alive." And probably "Has anyone seen Jane?").

"A game?" Lisbon asked cautiously.

"Game, a form of fun that people and married couples," Lisbon smacked his arm, "often do in the car, when the TV broke, or for MFT."

"What's MFT?"

"Mandatory Family Time, Lisbon. Duh." Jane smirked.

"Hush." Lisbon wished she had a pillow that she could throw at the curly-haired consultant's head. Though, underneath, she was glad. Jane was much more cheery with Red John locked up. But, on the dark side, he seemed to be teasing Lisbon even more. Which was saying a lot.

"So? What'll it be? I spy? Twenty Questions? Name that tune?"

"Oh, yeah. 'Cause those all worked out great last time." Lisbon scoffed.

"Now you're just being a bad sport." Jane complained.

"Yeah. Sure."

"I spy with my little eye somthing blue. And white. And yellow." Jane murmured, eyes half closed.

"Uh...the sky?"

"Yes, Lisbon. The sky is looking very yellow today. " Jane rolled his eyes. "Come on. You're not even trying!"

Lisbon glanced around, still managing to keep one eye on the road. "Er...is it that Walmart over there?"

Patrick snapped his fingers. "Precisely, Lisbon. Now pull into the parking lot."

"Why?" asked Lisbon. She was already pulling into the lot, though.

"Well, we have to eat, don't we?" Jane answered her question with one of his own

"Yeah, but can't we just go, like, to a restauraunt or something?"

"Come on. Live good. Pay less. Walmart."

"Jane, I'm pretty sure it's "Save money, live better.'"

"Oh."

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"Jane? Do we really need all this 'stuff?"' Lisbon struggled to push the cart.

"Yes." Jane stared at her solemnly. "Because I have a feeling this won't be the last time we go on a date. Er, outing." he added when Lisbon shot him a furious glare.

"But seriously? This bread will get stale!" Lisbon gestured to the two loaves of bread lying in the cart.

"We'll feed it to the ducks!" Jane shot back, grabbing a jar of peanut butter.

"I don't even like ducks." Lisbon grumbled under her breath, reluctantly following along.

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"Jane, I'm serious. We really don't need any of these things."

"Hush, my dear. Now come help me unload the cart." He turned to the cashier. "Guess what? We're getting married!"

The young woman's eyes brightened. "Oh, congratulations!" she exclaimed (she couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, and Jane could tell she was a hopeless romantic).

Lisbon smacked Jane in the arm. "Jane, we haven't even gone on a date yet. Not that I would even ever want to date you."

"Honey, you don't need to lie to Karen." Jane told Lisbon, reading the cashier's name off her tag. "You're the first one we've told," he continued to the young woman. "Soon we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Patrrick and Teresa Jane!" the girl's eyes brightened.

Lisbon simply rolled her eyes, packing the bags into the cart while Jane paid and chatted with the cashier.

"Bye, Karen!" he called as they left.

As soon as they were out of earshot and eyeshot, Lisbon turned and pinched Jane's hand.

"Ow!" Jane exclaimed, yanking it away. "What was that for?"

"For embarassing me! Telling someone that we're engaged! For heaven's sake, Jane!"

"Oh," he grinned mischeviously, "You were embarassed? I could have sworn you were down right wistful for it to be true."

"Look, Jane. I know that you said you'd move on after Red John died, but stop trying to move on with me!" Lisbon exclaimed. She, gasped, her eyes widening. Teresa clamped her mouth shut, regretting saying it the second it left her mouth.

"Jeez, Lisbon! Take a joke!" Jane stormed out of Walmart, turning the opposite direction, away from the car. He felt hurt.

Hurt.

Why did Lisbon say that? So much had changed.

Was she trying to ruin their frienship? He surely didn't want to lose her, not ever.

Patrick broke off into a run.

Lisbon cursed under her breath, exiting the store after him and throwing her gaze around.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

[A/N: I wasn't to sure about that last part... It seemed kind of awkward. What do you think?]