So this chapter is purely Jisbon-based. It wasn;t always intended to be the just the two of them but it's such a sweet scene that I simply couldn't have anyone intrude. Thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot.

Disclaimer: I do not own the mentalist or peter pan.

Chapter Five

Teresa Lisbon sat bolt upright in her bed. She was having great difficulty sleeping; she was nervous to say the least. She was out of the country for the first time in her life and having to share a case with people she doesn't know; it was an unnerving feeling that prevented her from getting some much needed rest.

She let out a huge sign as she saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. She had to be up in nearly two hours so definitely there was no chance of getting any sleep now. Her biggest worry, naturally, was how Jane would behave around Harry during today's scheduled interviews. Harry had been extremely generous in making Lisbon feel like it was just as much her investigation as his; he clearly wasn't one of the male cops who felt that women didn't belong in places on power, which was a rare thing in itself. However, if Jane pulls his usual crap then she feared that their warm welcome would quickly disappear.

It's true that she also felt uneasy when he worked with someone else. She couldn't explain it but she just felt different when he wasn't beside her, making sarcastic comments and offending witnesses. Those five months that he had spent in jail while they fought to get him free seemed to drag on for an eternity. Cases took a lot longer to solve and work at the CBI just wasn't fun anymore.

And just at that moment, when she was thinking about Jane, her phone buzzed violently against her bedside cabinet and she answered to hear the ever-so familiar voice of her consultant.

'Morning Lisbon, I knew you wouldn't be sleeping. Nervous huh?'

'How did you know I was awake?'

'Oh please, I know how your mind works. You're currently going over every worst case scenario in your head and thinking of ways to minimize the damage that I could cause on this investigation.'

'What can I say it's a default setting programmed into my brain ever since the day you starting working with me. What do you want anyway Jane?'

'Meet me outside the hotel in fifteen minutes.'

'Why would I want to do that?'

'Where's your sense of adventure Lisbon? Meet me there in fifteen minutes or I will come and personally drag you out of bed.' And with that he hung up the phone before she could snap back at him.

Knowing that he would stick to his word, Teresa promptly began to get changed into her usual business attire and wondering what on earth Jane had in store for her.

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Jane greeted Lisbon in his usually chirpy manner and proceeded to hand her a large, steaming cup of to-go coffee. He clearly hadn't gotten any sleep either.

'Where on earth are we going Jane?' Lisbon demanded as he led her out of the hotel lobby onto the cobbled streets of Westminster.

'For a walk.' He replied simply, as if no explanation was necessary.

'A walk?'

'Yes Lisbon, a walk. You know that activity whereby you place one foot in front of another and by doing so you end up not rooted to the spot.'

Lisbon grunted in annoyance. Living in California there was no need to walk anywhere; you needed to drive.

'And where is it we're going exactly?'

'Just to explore ; you'll see.' Jane replied in his usual evasive manner. Lisbon's controlling nature made it difficult for her to simply grasp the moment and be spontaneous.

As the two friends and colleagues walked through the heart of Westminster, the city began to awaken. The start of the early morning commute to work meant that Jane and Lisbon could just blend into the crowd. Jane couldn't help but notice that women were giving him the eye as they passed. Whilst he would always grieve for his late wife he was now toying with the possibility of falling in love again at some point down the road. Of course it would take a while to get that close to someone again; although he already had that closeness with a certain pint sized agent who was suddenly in awe of her surroundings.

'It looks amazing,' Lisbon ghasped like a small child on a school trip as they approached Big Ben. They had passed it in the car the previous day, of course, but it was something else entirely when stood beneath it. Despite it being the middle of August, a thick misty fog covered London's skyline; it was beautiful. Teresa felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as recalled a fond childhood memory.

'What is it?' Jane asked.

'What's what?

'You're smiling like you've just remembered something nice; and i want to know just what's made you look so happy, that's all.'

And just like that, Teresa recalled the story that she didn't even know she had still remembered until it came flowing out of her mouth.

'Did you ever see Peter Pan?' she asked in a question that Jane was most certainly not expecting.

'Sure; I pride myself on having watched all the Disney films. As you know Lisbon I am one big kid.'

'Well it was my favourite film growing up,' as she continued Patrick felt a warm sensation come over him that was enough to shield him from the freezing cold London air; she never opened up about her childhood so he was touched that she was trusting him with something that was clearly a treasured memory.

'When I was about five years old I was really sick and had to stay off school for about a week. My mom brought me the video of Peter Pan to cheer me up; we must have watched it at least twice a day for the entire week.' Her eyes glistened with tears as she spoke about her mother.

'My favourite part of the whole movie was when Peter taught them how to fly and they flew over big ben,' she gestured upwards towards the large clock standing proudly, 'London looked so magical at the time. And anyway, since then her nickname for me was Tinkerbelle Tess.' She said, slightly blushing at this revelation.'

'Of course,' Jane replied warmly. 'You're little and very stubborn; just like Tinkerbelle herself.'

She smiled that rare smile on uninhibited happiness that never failed to melt his heart slightly.

'I had completely forgotten all about that,' she whispered.

'Well that's the funny thing about memories Teresa,' she looked slightly off-guard at the use of her first name, 'we never lose them entirely, the right trigger, and they come flooding back to you.'

They spent the next hour aimlessly walking around, exploring their new surroundings. They went a full circle down the South Bank, crossing over Tower Bridge and back down the other side. Jane acted as an un-official tour guide which sure made Lisbon laugh.

Topics of conversation varied on their little adventure; they talked about everything from musings on their new English counterparts to what they were most looking forward to seeing while in Britain. They eventually made it back to Scotland Yard just in time for the start of the working day.

It was closest the two of them had been in ages; since the Red John incident. As they made their way through the reception area she turned to him, meaning business again.

'Now you are to be on your best behaviour, do you understand.' She spoke as if she were his teacher and he the naughty schoolboy who constantly caused mischief.

He replied in mock disbelief and shock, 'Lisbon, I'm offended that you have to even ask such a question. I'm always on my best behaviour. Besides I need you to remember something.'

'Oh, and what's that.'

As Patrick skipped playfully towards the elevator he sung the famous Peter Pan song, You can fly, you can fly, you can fly!

Lisbon couldn't help but giggle at this display. London was growing on her already.

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