Author's Note: Hey everyone! So, I told you all that I would write a second chapter for this if I got the inspiration for it. Guess who had an inspiration! I'm thinking there will be one more chapter after this, but that'll be it. Thanks to all of you that favourited, followed and reviewed this story! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist. Sadly.

Lisbon didn't feel right dropping Jane off at the CBI. Not in the state he was in. The drive back was long and she kept feeling Jane's gaze on her as she forced herself to stare at the road ahead.

"Is this your home?" Jane asked as she pulled into her driveway.

"Yeah."

"It feels familiar."

"It should." Lisbon smiled, encouragingly. "You visit me all the time. Usually really late."

Jane looked at her, confused. "Late? In the middle of the night late?"

Lisbon nodded, not seeing why it confused him.

"But, I thought you said we weren't-"

"Not for that!" Lisbon's cheeks darkened again. Damn, she'd just forced away the last blush! "God. Sorry. When you're bored and want a change of scenery, you decide it would be fun to wake me up and ask me how I'm doing. I'd appreciate it if you would stop that, by the way."

Jane smiled at her as they got out of the car and made their way to her front door. "I'll see."

Lisbon just rolled her eyes and shook her head as she opened the door and stepped inside, followed by Jane. She shut and locked the door behind them, flicking on the lights. They both flinched at the sudden onslaught to their eyes. "You hungry?" Lisbon asked, kicking off her shoes.

"A midnight snack couldn't hurt." Jane shrugged. Really, he didn't want her to go off to bed.

Lisbon nodded. "I'll see what's in the fridge. You can go sit in the living room if you want." She headed off to the kitchen, not waiting for his response.

Jane watched her as she walked away. It wasn't that long ago that he had held her against him, yet it felt like forever after their long and silent car ride back. He half wanted to follow her into the kitchen, but thought better of it and decided to find a comfy spot on her couch. The cushions smelled like her and he closed his eyes, leaning back. It felt like things were starting to come into focus, now. What she had done, as painful as it was, was actually the best thing she could have done. Things were slowly starting to click into place. It was kind of starting to make sense again. For that, he was ever grateful.

"Sorry. This was the only appealing thing I had." Lisbon said, walking into her living room, breaking Jane from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked at her, carrying in two plates of reheated pizza.

"It's fine." He smiled. "All you have to eat was leftover pizza, though?"

Lisbon shrugged.

"You don't have any other groceries? Nothing else for yourself to eat?"

"I haven't gone grocery shopping recently. Sue me."

"Suing seems a little harsh, Teresa." The corner of Jane's lip tilted upward teasingly before he became serious again. "You don't grocery shop often, do you?"

Lisbon sat down on the couch, keeping some space between them. "That doesn't matter." She looked away, taking a generous bite of her pizza.

"It does matter, because you can't live properly on leftover pizza, Teresa."

"Well, that's my issue. You don't have to worry about it."

"I'm sure you don't actually believe that. After what happened tonight, you can't really believe that I'm going to let you waste away on leftover pizza."

"Jane-"

"Patrick."

"Patrick. I'm fine. You don't need to worry."

Jane held up the slice of pizza she'd given him. "I think I do."

"Can I finish my food without being told how to live my life?"

"I just want you to be properly taken care of."

"Jane-Patrick. You're not my parents. Thanks for the concern, but I'm a big girl. I'll be fine."

They ate for a moment in silence before Jane spoke again.

"Can't we find something to talk about? It's much too silent. The car ride was really quiet, too."

Lisbon reached out and turned on the TV for background noise.

"Not exactly the kind of conversation I was talking about."

"Then, what do you want to talk about?" Lisbon turned the TV off again.

"You're acting strangely."

"Says the man who doesn't remember how I would normally act."

"You may have a point, but you're still behaving strangely."

Lisbon just rolled her eyes.

"Something's bugging you."

"Okay. Stop. Just stop, Jane. You always do this. I hate it."

"But-"

"No." Lisbon put down the little that was left of her pizza. "You want to know what's bugging me? You. But I don't mean that in a mean way. What I mean…I…This can't…" She thought for a good moment, Jane providing her the silence to do so. She looked Jane in the eye and continued. "We've been close for a long time. And there were always boundaries, lines we both knew we wouldn't cross. You're faithful to your dead wife, and she was a lucky woman to ever have had a man so dedicated to her. You're my close friend and I care about you. That's why this has me so…confused. You just remembered what happened to you and you're still piecing everything back together. You're not really, fully you yet and I feel like this is not right. This isn't your fault, though. You do need to know that."

"Teresa. I swear I wasn't lying to you."

"That's what scares me the most about this whole thing. I'm not going to kick you out or anything. You can stay the night. The guest room is upstairs on the right. I'm going to shower and then go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Good night, Jane." Lisbon grabbed her plate, quickly eating what was left of her pizza, putting the plate in the sink and heading upstairs, fighting her tears.

Jane watched her as she retreated upstairs, tears stinging at his own eyes. What had he done wrong? Nothing. He knew that. They could talk about it. Yes. They were both tired and it had been a stressful day. He'd talk to her tomorrow morning after they both got some proper rest.

-Mentalist-

Jane was still awake hours later, lying in the bed of Teresa's guest room. He had tried to go to sleep. He really had. However, he just couldn't. His mind was still buzzing with puzzle pieces that were fitting back together and that, itself, made concentrating on sleep very difficult. Add his conversations with Lisbon to the list of things he had to think about and there was a recipe for him not getting any sleep. He heard Lisbon's room door open and her soft footsteps padding down the stairs. Intrigued, Jane quietly slipped out of bed to see where she was going. He snuck down the stairs, noticing the TV was on, but the volume was turned down very low. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked as he neared the couch.

Lisbon whirled around, startled at his voice. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Lisbon huffed before turning back around to lean against the back of the couch.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Sure." Lisbon nodded, gesturing to the cushion next to her.

"Thanks." Jane gave her a small smile as he sat down; closer to her than was needed, but not so close that he was right up against her side.

She kept her eyes on the TV, but Jane knew it wasn't because she was engrossed in the programming. Work out advertisements didn't exactly make for thrilling TV. Jane knew it was because she wanted something to look at that wasn't him. He could feel the tension and the awkwardness in the air around them.

"Teresa." He said gently, looking at her.

"Hm?" She didn't look away from the TV, even though he saw that she was very tempted to.

"We should talk."

"We're watching TV." Lisbon told him.

Really, she was aimlessly staring at an infomercial about the "Booty-Blast 200". A product, Jane knew she really didn't need. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of them and turned the TV off.

"Hey!" Lisbon protested, grabbing for the remote.

Jane held it away from her. "We need to talk."

"We've already talked." Lisbon seemed very uncomfortable.

"Well, I guess we didn't get everything said, did we." He didn't really ask it like a question and Lisbon didn't answer. She just glanced away.

Jane managed to turn on a nearby lamp by leaning over and flicking the switch. They both winced slightly at the new light. They sat there again in silence before Jane broke it. "I understand that you feel conflicted, Teresa, but we really need to have this conversation. This is all very sudden for me too, but I feel like I should take this opportunity since it's been given to me."

Lisbon still didn't look at him.

Jane scooted to sit closer to her and placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I meant-and still mean-everything I said to you back at my house. I don't remember everything yet, but it's all starting to fall into place. The only thing I have figured out is that I can't lose you and that I always want us to be close. I'm sad about Angela and Charlotte and I still miss them, don't get me wrong, but now I see what I've done to myself since they've been gone. I actually felt happy. Not for the best of reasons, but I was happy. I see that I'm depriving myself of that because I refuse to move on. I don't want to forget them, but there are wonderful things that I haven't let myself enjoy thinking that, in the end, I would be happier because it would help me accomplish my goal." He paused there for a moment, his throat constricting and his eyes stinging.

Lisbon considered saying something, but couldn't get any words to leave her mouth.

"The only thing that makes me truly happy anymore is your presence in my life. You've given me more chances than I deserve, from what I remember so far. And you're understanding. I can't tell you how important you are to me."

Lisbon tried to look away, but wasn't sure where to even look. She ended up looking right back at him. "Please just go back to bed." She whispered, voice catching in her throat. "You'll regret this after, no matter how much you might think you won't at this moment. I know you will. You'll wake up tomorrow and pretend this didn't happen. You'll apologize for lying to me and you'll just try to forget it happened, but I can't, Jane. You're still not you. You still don't understand. There's rules and personal issues that you don't understand yet. But you will. You'll remember and you'll wish you hadn't even been talking to me right now." Her eyes were brimming with tears and she turned her head away forcefully to wipe at them.

Jane simply watched her for a moment. Was she right? Would he really put everything back together and change his mind about this? He felt so sure that he wouldn't and he was already remembering things. What hadn't he remembered yet that might get him to change his mind? He didn't think there was anything else that would. "Am I ever going to convince you that I mean it and that I won't change my mind, Teresa?"

"No. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try." She mumbled from behind her curtain of hair that shielded her face from his view.

"Do you think I would have kissed you if I didn't mean it?"

She shook her head. "We both know that was a mistake, too."

That really struck him. Of all the things she had said so far, that hurt the most. "Teresa. I am sorry. I truly am."

"Whatever." She got up to leave.

"Wait. Teresa!" He reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her from getting up.

She glared at him.

"You're worried that'll I'll change my mind. I understand that. But, please. There has to be a way to work this out. I don't want you to be upset. Maybe I was taking everything too quickly. We'll…we'll start slow. We'll go back to work tomorrow and do everything as normal as possible. Is that what you want? I still want to talk to you about this, but I also don't want to upset you. Would you be more comfortable if we talked at the end of the week?"

"You won't want to talk at the end of the week."

"So you have nothing to lose."

Lisbon thought about that for the moment. "Okay. The end of the week, then."

Jane smiled. "The end of the week." He let go of her arm. "May I just ask one more thing before we go back to bed."

Lisbon hesitated. "What?"

"Can I have a hug?"

"Sure." Lisbon nodded. It was the first time he had ever actually asked for a hug and it was very sweet.

They both got up and Lisbon gave Jane a tentative hug. Jane hugged her back, fiercely. He knew he probably wouldn't be able to hug her until the end of the week at earliest, so he treasured this opportunity.

"Good night, Patrick." Lisbon whispered before pulling away and heading upstairs to bed, leaving Jane in the living room.

Author's Note: So, that's it for now! I really think there will be a third chapter for this, so keep an eye out for that! Let me know what you thought in a review!