From my heart : Thank you for your reviews, follows and favourites. If you've read my other stories; you probably know what to expect…..once again thank you.

As always, all characters belonging to THE MENTALIST are the sole property of Bruno Heller. I'm just using my imagination which tends to run away with me. Thank you Bruno Heller for giving us such lovable creations.

Jane in a show-stopping performance, Agent Kim and minions in wondrous stupor. Hadn't she seen it all before….? If you tried hard enough, you could just catch a glimpse of the gold-dust and crackling electricity in the air left by Jane.

Who knows..? Maybe he was 'fey'. She smirked; would explain a lot of things…...he looked the same as the day he had walked in and turned her life inside out except on that 'day' that glint of mischief was absent and St Teresa went to the rescue. It still bugged her that such a self-assured, conceited, egotistical in every sense of the word man could fear violence the way he did. Oddly he didn't seem bothered by Defiance's thwack on his face.

In the good 'ol days; Jane's 'run for your life' moments had been great fodder for jokes by Rigsby, Cho and Grace. Of course the former and the latter had always been on the receiving end of Jane's tricks hence the need to peg him down. There's that look again on Agent Kim ….probably wondering why she had turned down another opportunity to see the maestro in action. She had a full memory bank of Mr Patrick Jane, Peter Pan meets Bugs Bunny's antics to reminisce on.

Distance...detachment...indifference…..play it cool teresa. Jane of course had conveniently claimed the aisle seat and she ended up sandwiched between him and the heavy-weight champion wannabe on the left. Travel magazines….since when did she read travel magazines...but anything was better than having a conversation with Jane.

Unbelievable…..he's like this big kid that needs a time-out BADLY. She cursed herself mentally; Jane it was always Jane that rattled her cage. Her voice had cracked on that last note with Jane being true to form in the face of any great emotion. Fantastic, the ending to this fiasco was as bad as the beginning.

She couldn't bring herself to say goodbye to Jane as she hurried out of the building; she ignored the questioning looks on Cho and Director Abbot as she insisted on taking the last flight back. Jane has been escorted to his 'suite' to await his fate. Cat with nine lives; he didn't need saving. She did. Home sweet home.

"Never rearrange your life in order to meet Mr. Darcy half way. If he couldn't see your worth at the moment you met then he won't two years later. May the halls of Pemberly be filled with his regrets and your life filled with thankfulness because of this revelation."

― Shannon L. Alder

You were there, just there

Out of the blue, out of the dark, out of the storm

Have you come to save me or torment me, stranger ?

She looked through the window; in actual fact she looked at nothing. No her mind was crammed, again. Here she was flying back to the FBI despite her solemn promise to herself never to walk those halls again. Only things had changed; it wasn't Jane that put her on this plane, it was Joe.

Remembering the day or rather night she 'met' Joe just naturally made her smile; they had known each other...what….3 months now. Counting days and hours…..yes she had it….the sickness…..causes endless heartaches or endless joy. Strawberry blond curls cropped close to the head with eyes that changed like the colours of the ocean and the accent...oh….blessed mother mary….the accent that was her undoing. Dressed in classic faded denim jeans and jacket, she had barely glanced at him as she crooned the latest Britney Spears ballad - 'Perfume' on karaoke night at Dolly's.

It was her insane need to stop moping and thinking about Jane that propelled her to accept the Rigsby's invite to karaoke night. A lethal combination of cocktails courtesy of Rigsby had her belting out her heart in front of at least a 100 pairs of eyes. Well thank god she could sing judging from Grace's delighted smiles and clapping; Rigsby, stunned as usual. What…..did he really think all she did was clean out her guns as a hobby?

Fanfic friends, Should I continue ?