A/N: I... I feel so ashamed. I damaged your trust in me, I'm afraid. The beginning of this story was posted almost three months ago, and I just refused to continue it. Don't ask me why. I tried again, though, and I hope you still want me to continue this story, and that you still love it. Omigod, I'm so terribly stupid...

Disclaimer: The Mentalist isn't mine.

"You're Charlotte."

"Yes I am."

Jane shook his head.

"Why are you here?" Jane asked, and Charlotte shrugged.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"What do you mean?"

Charlotte sighed.

"Sit down," she said, and Jane did.

"Sometimes, when you need it the most, the people you always loved are there for you. You don't know it yet, but believe me, you're gonna need me," Charlotte said, and Jane frowned.
"I don't get it."

"You'll find out soon," she said, and Jane sighed.
"I'm getting insane."

"Yes, you are. But nicely insane."

"Is that even possible?"

"I think so, you thought of it," Charlotte said, and Jane chuckled.

"So why are you here?" Jane asked, and Charlotte rolled her eyes. Jane laughed. Charlotte was exactly how he had imagined her to be, if she still lived: A young female version of himself. He saw so many of him in her.

But it was also strange. He doubted if he was really sane right now. But then again, he didn't care. He got to see Charlotte again, even if he just made her up.

Somebody knocked on the door. Charlotte suddenly stood behind him, and nodded.

"Showtime," she said, and disappeared.

"Jane?" Lisbon exclaimed, and Jane jumped up. He ran over to the door, turning around to see if Charlotte was still here. She was sitting in the window sill, and nodded. She mouthed I'll be here, and Jane turned to the door. He opened it, to reveal Lisbon.

"You're going to be here the entire day, or are you going to do something useful?" she asked. He flashed her his 1000-watt smile.

"Of course not, my dear Lisbon. In fact, I'm only going to lay on my couch the rest of the day, doing entirely nothing."

Lisbon rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

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Occasionally, Lisbon shot a concerned gaze in Jane's direction. She didn't know what'd happened, but it couldn't be good. Jane was always a bit distracted and had always this insane mood around him. But this was not healthy.

Not that the rest of the team noticed something. Yet Lisbon could sense there was something wrong.

At the end of the day, when the team had left, she'd had enough of it. She had tried to get him to do something, if it was just his usual route-of-annoyance – past her office (where he would usually stick a little while), then Wainwright's, and straight to the women of the Administration Division, and occasionally he would talk to any random person in the office kitchen on their floor. But he didn't want to do that, he kept still on his couch. And it was hard for her to admit it, but she seriously didn't like it one bit.

So when they were almost done, she went to his couch – where he was still 'sleeping' – and knelt down beside it.

"Jane, what's wrong?"

He carefully opened one eye, and looked at her.

"Nothing, Lisbon," he said simply, and she sighed.
"After having worked with you for almost ten years, I know when you're off. And you're definitely now. So come on, let me help you," she stated.

He closed his one open eye for a moment, before opening them both, and sitting up straight. He was about to say something, when he shook his head.

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Jane, dammit!"

"Would you please mind your langu-"

"No, Jane, I won't! And for your information, I'm not going before you tell me what's wrong with you!" She hissed through clenched teeth. He closed his eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but please, don't try to help me, because you can't."

She nodded.

He patted the space on the couch behind him – though he kept on his spot on it – and Lisbon sat down beside him. While she took her time, Jane stared in front of her, and saw Charlotte sitting on Van Pelt's desk. She waved at him, and smiled.

He coughed, which caused Lisbon to look at him.

"If... If Charlotte was living right now, she would be just sixteen. I have fantasized about how she would look far more times than you can count, but I never knew for sure. But... But this morning, I think I saw her. In my head, of course, but she talked with me, and said that she wanted to help me," Jane explained.

Lisbon's face cringed in fear.

"Oh my God..."

"Yeah."

"No, Jane, this is not good. This is... not good," she whispered, and stood up.

"Why is this not good?"

"Because... Because! You're losing your mind, for real!" she exclaimed. He remained calm, too calm for Lisbon's liking, he knew that.

"Just a quick question: can you see Charlotte sitting on Van Pelt's desk right now?" Jane asked. Lisbon immediately turned to look, but turned back to him with a look of horror on her face.

"No!"

"Oh."

"I knew it, you should get more sleep, maybe you should've even had more free time. Dammit, Jane, you should've gone home when I and Wainwright told you so!" she rambled on.

He sighed.

"And what should I do at home now then? Stare at that bloody smiley while Charlotte's ghost sits beside me, and talk about almost everything with her?"

"No, of course not!"

"Lisbon, if you like it or not, I'm going to the attic and not home! I'm going to figure out a solution myself, I already told you that I don't need you!" he spat out the last words, and left the bullpen, running upstairs and immediately closing the door behind him.

Man, what a mess.

But he loved that Charlotte's ghost was sitting in the window sill again, smiling at him.

A/N: Omigod, no, Jane, what are you doing? Don't shout at Lisbon! Hehe, I wrote it myself, I know the purpose for this outburst :D. Don't worry, it's gonna be Jisbon eventually, but not now, muwhahahaha! *insert evil face here*

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