Did anybody else see the 40ft Voldemort? And the Mary Poppins that came and defeated him? And Mr Bean? And flying peeps with bird wings? IT WAS AWESOME!

Anywho, this is a pretty sweet chappy, with a little bit of sarcasm, like those delicious sour lollies that make your tongue water! :P Just a quick reply to Jisbon4eva, I love their nickname, and Nate is Kat's best mate, you'll find out more this chapter.

Disclaimer: (Pretty sure I forgot this last time :/)

Rayne: Of course you did…

Me: Ouch… watch yourself miss; I might replace you with Circe!

Mabel: Circus?

Me: No… You guys frustrate me… I don't own the Mentalist or any of its characters.

A knock at the door alerted me and Nate to Jane's arrival. In an instant Nate was on his feet, rushing to the door. A few minutes later both Nate and Jane appeared again, Jane smiling in greeting and Nate grinning evilly.

"Well then, I'd better go, can't be too late!" Nate announced, disappearing with a wink. I rolled my eyes and Jane came and sat down.

"I told you that you'd get sick of him at some point." Jane said, his knowing smirk appearing.

"Yep, and you were right, but it was only cause he took my chocolate."

"How did you two meet?"

"We met at high school, it was out last year and I got sent to the councillor, he was there when I got there and after I got out he was waiting for me. We talked for a while that day, and after that I couldn't shake him."

"Why did you get sent to the councillor?"

"What is this, 20 questions?"

"Why so defensive?"

"Did you know it's not nice to answer a question with a question?"

"You just did it."

"Fine, I went to see the councillor because…" I trailed off, remembering why I was sent. "Actually, I don't remember why I was sent, it must have been about my insomnia." I lied instead. Actually what I said wasn't entirely false. In high school I had a lot of problems, all stemming from the same thing. In my last year or so I had really bad insomnia; sometimes I still get a bad bout for a few days. At one point, I was about 16 when this happened, I went really dark, moody, and that went on for a few months.

Jane was watching me, and I guessed that he knew I lied, but I ignored it.

"Sorry about Nate dragging you down here, I honestly would have been fine on my own." I said instead.

"Nah, I got out of surveillance so I'm happy to help." Jane grinned and I rolled my eyes.

"You can pick out a movie and I'll get food." I announce, beginning to stand up and trying desperately to hind the sharp pain. Jane shot up and put one of his hands on my good shoulder, the other grabbing my hand. Gently he pulled me up and steadied me. I smiled gratefully, my tummy fluttering in the slightest.

"Thanks." I breathed, brushing past him and out into the kitchen. Quickly I put the popcorn in the microwave and grabbed a few blocks of chocolate. When the popcorn was ready I grabbed it and put it in a bowl before walking back out to join Jane. He had picked Ironman which surprised me.

"I didn't peg you for the Marvel type." I comment as I put the bowl on the coffee table, taking out the chocolate and putting it beside the bowl.

"I'm a man of many mysteries." He replied with a smirk.

"Sure, and I'm an open book." I replied sarcastically.

"Well, you're not quite that."

The movie started then and we settled down to watch with the occasional comment from either of us. As we watched I munched on the chocolate, and he had popcorn. When the movie finished Jane produced a pack of cards.

"Pick a card." He ordered. I grabbed one of the cards he offered.

"Look at it, and memorize that card."

I did as he told and glanced at the card, a two of clubs, and slid the card back into the deck. He turned the deck over and casually sifted through the cards before drawing out the two of clubs.

"Is this you card?"

"Maybe." I replied, inspecting the card closely before sighing in defeat. Jane laughed, shuffling the deck. A loud clatter in the hall made me jump, and Jane looked up sharply. A very drunk Nate stumbled in, his hair messy and his clothes rumpled. He grinned at me.

"Hey Katty, have fun with your boy toy tonight?"

"He's not… Ah who cares you're not gonna remember this tomorrow morning anyway. It was great." I replied, standing up again. He giggled, stumbling around again and flopped down on the couch that Jane had stood up from just seconds before.

"Night, night." He mumbled, stumbling down the hall and into the guest bedroom, disappearing.

"Well, that's my cue to leave, I'll see you later." Jane was the first to speak. I nodded and followed him to the door.

"Night, and thanks for keeping me company." I replied, offering him a smile.

"You're welcome." Was the last thing he said before walking down the corridor. I closed the door, locked it and went to bed myself.

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The morning was warm, sunlight flitting through the drapes and on to my bed. My eyes fluttered open and I groaned, glancing over at the clock.

7:30.

7 freaking 30 and I'm awake. Not even for a good reason, since I can't go to work with a busted arm. The thought frustrated me, and I closed my eyes again. I must have drifted off again because when I next opened my eyes it was a lot later. Finally deciding to get up I wandered through the apartment and into the kitchen, making a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the table.

When I finished I went into the lounge, looking through my stuff for my address book, but it wasn't there. I checked the kitchen, and then my room, but I couldn't find it. Finally I gave up and called Rigsby, since he was closest to my desk.

"This is Rigsby." He answered.

"Hey Rigsby, are you at the office?"

"Yeah, how come?"

"I think I left something at work, and I need it, would you mind going over to my desk?"

"Sure, what am I looking for?" He asked.

"My diary, it's plain black with the year on it, should be easy to spot." I described.

"I have it; do you want me to bring it around?" He asked after a few seconds' pause.

"Nah, I'll come and get it."

"Are you even allowed to drive?"

"They didn't say I couldn't."

"Can you just get a taxi? I'll even pay." He pleaded and I laughed.

"Alright then, I'll see you soon."

I hung up and went to go get ready, before calling a taxi. After I told him my address I waited until it arrived.

"So, what did you do to your arm?" The guy asked.

"Got shot." Was all I bothered to say.

"You're joking aren't you?"

"Nah, the guy was crazy." I responded, trying desperately not to go into detail.

"Wow, that's extreme, was he an ex or something?" He asked, and I had the mind to make a 20 questions comment.

"It's an occupational hazard." I shrugged my good shoulder, and grinned.

"We're here." He announced, pulling up on the side.

"Awesome, thanks, and keep the change." I thanked him, handing him a 50 dollar note before clambering out of the taxi and walking through the car park and into HQ. Pausing at the elevator I contemplated going up the stairs.

"I wouldn't go up the stairs, you'll have to answer questions, and then they'll fuss over you taking the stairs, and then they'll fuss about you being –"

"Don't say it!" I warned, turning to face Jane.

"What are you doing here anyway?" He asked.

"Had to pick up my diary."

Without another word he led the way into the elevator and pressed our floor button. I exhaled loudly, fiddling with my fingers and closing my eyes. It didn't always happen like this, my claustrophobia, but because I paused, hesitated and actually thought about it, I was all too aware of the walls, the fact that there was no escape, that, in just two paces, I would touch the other wall.

The lift started moving, and my state didn't improve. We couldn't have gone far before the elevator jerked to a stop. My eyes snapped open in surprise.

"That was way faster than expected." I commented, once again exhaling loudly. He was staring intently at the door, an unreadable expression gracing his features.

"I don't think that we're on the first floor yet…" He trailed off, glancing at me. My heart started beating faster and I looked at him in panic.

"Jane… that's an incredibly cruel joke to play on someone like me." I turned to face him, uncertain of the reality of this.

"I'm not… I wouldn't…" He trailed off, for once unsure of what to say. Slowly, I turned my entire body to face him, as I realised that this was far from a joke. Jane was telling the truth. We were stuck on an elevator.

My gaze rested on his face, then moved to the wall behind him, which wasn't far, the ceiling above us, and the floor below us. My thoughts were in overdrive, speeding around like a street racer. What if there wasn't enough air? There's no way out. None, we're stuck in an elevator.

"Calm down, I'm right here, nothing's going to happen. We're going to get out of this okay?" Jane was beside me, his voice velvety and soft. Like a pillow.

"I have to get outta here, I can't- I need to get out." I whispered, beginning to pace.

"You will, but you have to relax, breathe." He assured me. His voice did little for me though because my brain was frantically trying to figure out how to get out of here. A gentle hand was placed on my shoulder and I leapt away. Jane winced and sent me an apologetic gaze.

"I'm sorry, please, let me help you." He pleaded.

"Distract me." I muttered, closing my eyes.

"Tell me why you moved to America."

"I… Something happened, and my parents decided that we had to move, Mum's sister lived here, so we moved here." I muttered.

"What happened?" He pressed.

"Nothing."

"That's not true, in fact it had to be something big, truly horrible, to move that far."

"Why should I tell you?"

"You asked me to distract you."

"But that doesn't mean you have to pry."

"Pry, you say? I was simply curious."

"Curious, you say? That's simply bullshit." I mocked, not opening my eyes.

"So what is it?"

"What is what?"

"The big secret, or secrets, you're keeping from me?" He pressed. Every instinct was screaming to lie, but I couldn't, not to him. Not only because he would know, but because it was him. That sounded pathetic. My brain was settled a little now, but I was afraid. Terrified would actually be a better word for it. What could go wrong telling him? I might die in here anyway.

"Fine, when I-" But I was cut off when the elevator jerked into motion. I yelped in surprise, reaching for Jane's shoulder to keep my balance.

Wow that took AGES but I do feel kinda mean doing that that to you, so close to finding out! Hehe As Michael Jackson would say 'you gotta let it sizzle'. Anyways, if you haven't already guessed, Kat has Claustrophobia. I myself don't but a friend of mine does, and she has it really bad. Review!