Title: Something Borrowed
Rating: K
Category: Jane/Lisbon
Genre: Humor/Crackfic. Mostly crackfic.
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 276
Notes: Written for sirenofodyseus at mentalistprompt's fic meme. Prompt was: Jane/Lisbon - proposal.

And now for something completely different. You know those ideas where common sense says "STEP AWAY" and your muse says "NO, WRITE IT ANYWAY" ... yeah, that's the only explanation I've got. I promise my next piece will be legit and not quite so crackfic. In the meantime, Watershed is actually with the beta and should be up in the next 24 hours.

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"Lisbon?"

Jane pokes his head through the door and announces his presence. Only then does he knock.

"Yes, Jane?" She looks up from her computer for just a half of a second, nodding in acknowledgement before going back to her work.

Displeased by Lisbon's apparent lack of interest, he approaches her desk. He leans over and encroaches on her personal space until she is forced to give him her full attention.

"I've been thinking," he begins, ignoring her thinly-disguised grunt of displeasure. "We need to go back and take another look at Mr. Hagan's sister."

Lisbon shakes her head. "We don't need to re-interview her."

"Not exactly," he counters. "But there's very little security in her building and she lives alone, so it's entirely plausible that she snuck out in the middle of the night and -"

"Jane!" Lisbon cuts him off, narrowing her eyes insistently. "Ellen Hagan has been in a wheelchair since her car accident eight years ago. There's no way she had anything to do with her brother's murder!"

"You never know." He gestures emphatically with his hands as he argues his point. "If I could just -"

"No!" She cuts him off again, more forcefully this time. "You are not checking her shoes." She sighs and tilts her head reflectively, then adds, "Besides, I already checked while you were off annoying one of her neighbors. You're out of luck. They're clean."

He pauses for a beat in contemplation before cracking a semi-serious smile.

"Lisbon?" he asks finally.

"Yes?"

"Marry me?"

He ducks back out of her office just in time to dodge the stapler as it goes flying past his head.

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