Dislaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.

First, he felt a light scent of cinnamon. It reminded him of Sunday mornings in his teenage years, when Samantha* used to bake cinnamon rolls and give some of them to Jane and his father. He hadn't eaten them in years.

Then, a brisk morning breeze brushed against his feet that were sticking out of the blanket. A shiver went down his spine, so he quickly covered his legs.

Finally, he lazily opened his eyes and saw a small figure lying beside him.

- I won't let you go home. You can't be alone.

- I don't want to be alone.

- Good. You're staying with me.

She turned on her back and he could see early rays of sunshine reflecting on her pale skin. He watched her chest move up and down as she was breathing. She looked so beautiful in her sleep. So peaceful and calm, unlike when she was awake, managing her team and dealing with his many mischiefs. For a minute he was sorry for making her angry and stressed so often. He obviously hadn't been making her job easier.

- Are you sure? I can sleep on the couch.

- You really don't want to. You'll wake up with a backache. Besides, you could use some human contact, couldn't you?

- You're right. Thanks, Lisbon.

- But for your information, I'll kick you out as soon as you start snoring.

- Deal.

Jane felt like it had been hours since he woken up. He just couldn't stop looking at her. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on her face and she murmured:

- Your eyes are blue...**

He gently caressed her cheek and then got out of bed. He put his shirt from last night, went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

- Goooood morning Sacramento! It looks like summer is still around and doesn't want to go away. With 78 degrees Fahrenheit and a beautiful clear sky, it's a perfect day to enjoy the last days of warm weather, as we're expecting a major shift in temperature at the end of next week. To help us all get out of bed with a smile, let's listen to some old classics. Ladies and gentlemen – "Superstition" by the one and only... Stevie Wonder. Enjoy.

As soon as she saw that the other side of bed is empty, Lisbon thought that Jane had gone away. To her surprise, she found him sitting at her kitchen table, reading today's newspaper and tapping his finger to the beat of the song on the radio.

- Jane? - She asked, amazed by the smell of all the food that was on the table.

- Oh, you're finally awake! Your coffee has already cooled down.

He stood up, sending her his famous grin and heated up the pot.

- What time is it? - She sat down in front of him, still a bit shocked.

- Almost 8:30.

Another song started to play and Lisbon couldn't help but smile. She didn't remember when was the last time she had cooked something. Maybe she still wasn't fully awake, but this whole situation felt unreal to her.

- I went out of my way to prepare you an amazing breakfast and you just sit here, smiling and staring at me like a lunatic. - He joked. - You should try the pancakes. They're quite good, in my opinion.

- Patrick... - She said softly and her use of his first name made him look up. - You didn't have to.

- It's my way of saying "thank you". You could've left me outside but you didn't. You helped me and I'm grateful for that.

- We're friends, Jane. How could I do otherwise?

She held the eye contact for a few seconds and then started eating. The pancakes weren't "quite good" – they were amazing. And the coffee was made exactly how she liked it. After all those years he obviously knew stuff like that.

- For once you and surprise doesn't equal me getting you out of trouble and having massive paperwork to do later. - She laughed.

- What about the pony? - He asked, playing along with her joke, but her statement made him remember what he was thinking while she was still asleep.

- It was an exception.

He laughed with her, trying to ignore the sudden guilt that he felt. After she finished her coffee, he stood up and refilled her cup. They enjoyed the delicious breakfast and each other's company, listening to the radio.

- I'm so full. - She stated, sitting back in her chair and putting a hand on her stomach. - You never told me if you slept well.

- Honestly, Lisbon, I slept like a baby. - He answered. - I fell asleep a couple of minutes after I laid my head on the pillow. It haven't happened in years.

- I'm glad to hear that. - She smiled and stood up to put her plate in the sink.

- You know, you were talking in your sleep. - He shouted, wanting to tease her a little. He enjoyed making her blush as much as making her smile.

- W-what did I say? - She asked, remembering her dream. Jane obviously couldn't stop himself from embarassing her even for a moment.

- Were you dreaming about me? - He ignored her question, even though he already knew the answer. He saw it in her eyes.

- No! - She said, but they both knew she was lying. Similar situations had happened thousands of times and she still couldn't admit that he was reading her like a book. - Fine, I had a dream about you. Happy?

- Oh yeah. - Jane grinned.

- Do we have to repeat this pattern every time? - She asked, sitting back in her chair. - You ask me a question you already know the answer to. I deny it, because I don't want you to know that. You look at me all mentalist-y and I give you your answer. Then I ask how you know that and you either tell me, making me want to escape to a deserted island where you can't read me, or you leave without answer and also make me want to escape.

- We should go on a vacation then. - He laughed, seeing that she also wasn't serious.

He knew he sometimes made her uncomfortable, but if she hadn't enjoyed their "thing" just a little bit, she would've already done something about it. She giggled and suddenly he felt butterflies in his stomach.

- What did I say then? - She asked, curious and still a bit embarassed.

- "Your eyes are blue".

- Really? It could be anyone! You're not the only person I know that has blue eyes.

- Well, there was some kind of possibility that it wasn't me, but... - Jane paused, looking for the right words.

- But what? What made you believe that I was talking to you in my dream? - "How tables have turned", she thought.

- I don't know. Maybe it was the way you said it or maybe I just hoped it was me...

- Oh...

His words made them remember last night, when they were sitting on her couch, drinking tea. They both felt uncomfortable with this sudden tension. Lisbon stood up and started cleaning up the table, while Jane just sat there, listening to the 9 am news on the radio.

- Do you have some plans for today? - She asked, trying to sound like his confession hadn't made her heart skip a beat.

- No, not in particular. You?

- Me neither. - She answered, hating every second of this awkward situation. - Well, I heard that they opened a new exhibition in this one museum. It sounded interesting. Maybe we could go together?

- Like on a date? - Jane turned around in his chair to face her.

- Yeah, why not. - She smiled. - Only if you buy me some ice cream.

- Ice cream it is.

* Samantha Barsocky - appeared in 3x02 and 5x22, she's an old friend of Jane's, works in a circus

** in 5x09 Jane and Lisbon wait in a house on-sale. Lisbon soon falls asleep and then mumbles something. I believe she says "Your eyes are blue" and I thought it would be a nice touch in the story.

Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. To make things clear – the events in the first chapter happen during a Friday night, so this chapter starts on a Saturday morning. Also, the story is set somewhere during the second or the third season. I started to really like this storyline and I've got ideas for another 2-4 chapters, but college starts soon and I don't know how much time I'll have. I promise I'll try my best :) Reviews are as usual very appreciated, as I want to improve both in my writing skills and language. Take care!