A/N: Wow, I'm actually a lot more committed to this than I thought I would be. I can hardly believe I'm on the fourth chapter already. After great reviews of the last chapter due to "the whisper", I've decided to devote some of this chapter to letting you know a bit more of what happened, you know, "the night before". Also, I tip my hat to those of you who caught Geoffrey Harrison's reappearance. Sorry that this one is so short; school starts tomorrow and I'm actually sleepy, so I'm going to get some sleep. Insomnia's a switch, if you know what I mean.

Disclaimer: If I owned The Mentalist, I'd have marionettes of all the characters strung up in my room so I could make them dance to "The Bird and the Worm" by Owl City whenever I wanted.

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"Geoffrey Harrison's waiting in interrogation, boss. You want Cho to go first?" Rigsby asked as Lisbon poured herself her tenth cup of coffee that morning.

"Yeah; tell him to go ahead. I'll be along to watch in a bit."

Rigsby left the break room, and Lisbon sat at one of the round tables, staring at the steam rising up from her coffee cup. It was obvious that Geoffrey could very well have killed Sonia Keating; Lynn Marsters had made it clear that he was obsessed with Sonia since the first time he saw her. And now, knowing that she had been sitting at a dinner table across from Harrison three days before and couldn't remember any of it? Maybe on the very night that Sonia Keating was murdered? It took her a few minutes to realize that Jane was standing in the doorway.

"Lisbon? What's wrong?" he asked, cheerful yet slightly concerned.

"I was on a blind date on Friday night. With Geoffrey Harrison."
"I know," he replied, sitting down across from her.
"But the strange part is that I can't- Wait; what do you mean, you know?"
" I was there. Well, for part of it. The end part, in the parking lot. You don't remember?"

"We've been through this; the last thing I remember, I was getting in my car and driving to this French place on 38th and Pine."

"Huh." Jane looked at her carefully. "All right, time for Plan B. Get up."

Lisbon raised an eyebrow cautiously. "Why?"

"I may or may not have tried something on you."
"Well which one is it?"

"Okay, so I did. Come on, stand up."

Lisbon stood, and Jane stepped in closer to look her in the eyes.

"You're right. Something happened on Sunday night, and the only reason I did this was for your own good," he took a deep breath, then continued. "I set in place a few triggers the minute I realized you were acting adverse to usual. Just simple little things, physical or verbal, to jog your memory, like a pat on the shoulder, a tip of your chin-"

"Chin?" she thought back to when she heard the whisper the day before, and remembered that she had hit the desk with her chin just moments before.

"Yeah. Why? Did it work? It was more of an experiment than an actual proven method, so I didn't know."

"It worked all right." She muttered, then said more audibly, "So you think these triggers can help me remember."
"They're supposed to. Ready to try one?"
Lisbon sighed. "Well, it's for the case." Not to mention for me, she added to herself.

"Close your eyes. Try to clear your head; I'm sure that'll at least be easy enough for you."

Even with her eyes closed, Lisbon still managed to accurately punch him in the shoulder.

"Okay, ,ow. And here I am trying to help you."

"All right, all right, I'm sorry. Can we just get this over with?"

"Control issues." Jane muttered, and before she had a chance to reply with her own snarky remark he reached around and tapped the small of her back three times.

Suddenly, Lisbon's mind was a flurry of color and movement. She was in Jane's car, with Jane, but everything was fuzzy. Not drunkenly blurry, just…fuzzy. Jane was speaking, so she tried to focus on what he was saying, but somehow her mind kept returning to how good his hair looked at the moment.

"…so I don't know what happened, but I definitely know he did something to you to impair your judgment. You sure he didn't slip you anything?" Memory Jane asked.

"Boy, you smell good." Lisbon found herself telling him. Her voice had an odd tone, fluctuating between higher and lower pitches. It was disturbing, really; something wasn't right. She looked down at her hand to see she was holding a cup of coffee, no doubt Memory Jane's attempt at sobering her up. But it wasn't working; she wasn't drunk, anyhow, that much she knew. "Like, really good. Like not as good as Geoffrey good, cause he smelled super good, but you smell kinda like he did…like apples. Really, really fresh, juicy, succulent-"
"O-kay, I think that's enough caffeine for you." Memory Jane said, snatching the cup from her hand.

"Apples." She finished with a pout. "And I'm telling you he didn't. I didn't even take my eyes off of him, except for when he knocked my drink over by mistake – see you can still see the stain – and I had to go clean it off."
"Go? Go where?"
"Well, the restroom, duh. Geez, Jane for a smart guy you're really stupid sometimes."
Memory Jane visibly rolled his eyes. "So, Lisbon, while you were gone, did he order you another drink? Something colored darker?"
"Well, actually, yeah; we were drinking white when I left and red when I got back…I guess I didn't notice."
"So you wouldn't notice if he put anything in it. Okay, so-"

"Jane, shut up. This isn't very romantic. You practically invite yourself my place and all of a sudden you're Quincy or something."

Memory Jane sighed. "All right, Lisbon, what do you want to talk about?" he said patiently.

"Hmm." She said, twirling one of her bracelets around her finger. "Oh, I know! How do you get your hair like that? Do you use gel or- oops!"

The bracelet had flown off her finger and onto the floor. As she leaned forward to pick it up, she felt Jane tap her on the back three times.

"Lisbon. Lisbon, come on back." It was the real Jane now. Lisbon opened her eyes.

"So, did it work?" he asked, lowering his head to meet her eyes as they darted to the floor.

"Yeah, I-" she cleared her throat, "I remembered being in your car, talking about Harrison and how he smelled like-"
"Apples?" Jane finished for her.
"You remember? So you could have just told me?!?" Lisbon practically shouted, smacking him in the shoulder again.

"Well, yeah, I remember, I was there. But this was a good test to see if it worked. So now we can-"
"Boss?" Rigsby called into the break room as he rounded the corner at a run. "Cho's having trouble. Apparently Harrison says he won't he talk to anyone but you."

Lisbon flushed. Of course he would say that. "All right," she said, taking a deep breath, "Let me have a crack at him." She snatched up her coffee and headed for the door.

"You want me to come?" Jane called.

"No." she replied without missing a step. "Absolutely not."

As soon as he was sure she was gone, Rigsby asked, "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing. Well, something, but not something too important. Yet. I'll tell you later." Jane replied, heading for interrogation.

"I thought she didn't want you in there." Rigsby shouted after him.

Jane poked his head back around the corner, his a thousand watt smile splayed on his face. "She never said I couldn't watch. This, my friend, is going to be good, and I wouldn't miss it for the world."