Dearest reviewers; you've made me blush. I never thought my angst filled humble contribution to Mentalist fanfiction would get such a response. THANK YOU, you've made my day.

Honestly this is supposed to be a one-shot and I just winged it in an hour. I was already in an angsty mood and after that episode with Jane returning to the States; I just found it strange that Lisbon was so happy-go-lucky with Jane's shenanigans.

I mean come on...Cho landed on his feet; Rigsby and Van Pelt were ALWAYS wrapped in each other rather than work so that worked out perfectly, Jane got his revenge, how about Lisbon? Hellooooo, career was everything to Lisbon and its all gone coz of Jane.

I know, I know, I'm MENTALIST crazy...especially since I read online that in Season 7; they are going to BREAK UP JISBON! ARE THEY CRAZY? (Steam coming out of the ears now).

IMPORTANT NOTE :

All characters belong to the talented BRUNO HELLER. I just need my daily JISBON fix hence the fanfiction besides think of the endless possibilities with characters such as Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane.

Honoria as Lisbon's middle name is the work of my muse and other such ''strangeness' that I choose to introduce.

THE FALLOUT

Seriously, how do you get back to any routine. She was a roller-coaster of emotions right now; her thoughts and feelings all over the place. Trust Jane to turn her life upside down AGAIN.

She had to move on, only Patrick Jane seemed to have the power to drag her into melancholia. Now a letter from James her brother with happy news of another addition to his already 3 kids. Yay for James. Hell she didn't even have a pet fish in her home.

Once again her depressive musings were interrupted rudely and this time by none other than Agent Kim; FBI's mata-hari. She wondered, did Jane have a secret Wonder Woman fetish? Certainly looked like it, Kim, Lorelei, Hightower, Kristina all highly aggressive, dubious in character and opinionated women.

So the JOKER was playing hardball and she was leverage again. Ah yes the government''s gospel; don't you want to help your country ? Do your duty as a patriotic American citizen...what really irked her: was Agent Kim's condescending attitude; she obviously found Police Chief Lisbon's turf sorely lacking and mediocre. IRK ? GOD help her, she was reverting to Jane's mode.

Oh she was tempted, it would be so easy to blow Mata-hari off. After all Jane was the FBI's responsibility not hers but sanity prevailed. Last thing she wanted was a call from the powers that be; she was still on rocky ground with them thanks to JANE.

So she swallowed the bitter pill. 3 visits from the FBI, the tongues would be wagging. Her geeky clerk was surreptitiously studying Mata-Hari, probably a pleasant change from Director Abbot. Poor kid had been shaking in his shoes the first time he set eyes on the Director.

A thoroughly unpleasant character or perhaps he had deliberately set out to be unpleasant to HER specifically. After all didnt she have the title of being 'Jane's girlfriend' to put it mildly. A visit to the dentist would have been preferable.

How nice to be Jane she thought as she spied him lying down on his 'bed'; not a care in the world, lounge lizard. She quelled her angry thoughts that threatened to vocalise. Help her country, fine she would help her country and damn Jane to hell and back.

She was a better actress than she thought; she had kept her cool except Jane of course had sensed her reluctance (gentler term). Why and what right had she to be mad; Jane had never concealed his intentions nor had he indicated any desire to return to 'catching the bad guys' with her.

He was in his element now baiting Agent Kim. A blind person could pick up the sexual current between the two especially Jane. It was frustrating how her mind graphically pictured them; he had the hots for her. Oh great, she had front row seats to their flirting.

No...over time she had built up her own fantasy; a beautiful dream in which she and Patrick Jane caught bad guys, romanced each other and grew old together. Exactly at what point friendship had blossomed to love on her part was unclear; it had been a slow steady flame built up over the years.

'I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.'

Edna St. Vincent Millay