Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. Just a bit of silly nonsense, inspired by a gif I saw on tumblr with the same name. Hope you enjoy it!

'Tell me something. How is it that Wylie never figured out the code?' Lisbon asked Jane as they strolled hand in hand down the beach in Miami.

Since Lisbon's paper work for her transfer back to Austin required time to be processed and Jane was on suspension, the couple decided to spend the extra time in Miami. Jane had always loved the beach. The warm sand, the cool sea breeze, and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. Rhythmic, hypnotic, calming. And best of all, he now had Lisbon by his side to share it with. Lisbon, basking in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, wavy hair tousled by the constant breeze. She was freer, lighter, radiant from being assured of his love. Lisbon. His precious, precious Lisbon.

'Well... Cho and Fischer couldn't crack the code either.' Jane replied.

'Yeah but they were working the case. You know, running around interviewing suspects and all. Wylie's attention was solely devoted to cracking the code.'

'Maybe Wylie's just not that bright.'

Lisbon stopped, turned to Jane and frowned.

'Fine... Wylie knew about the plan. He knew I made up the code.' Jane sighed.

'And he went along with it?' Lisbon's frown deepened.

'What do you have against him Jane?'

'Nothing!'

'Jane...'

Jane looked down sheepishly, running his fingers through his hair.

'Wylie... Wylie kinda idolises me. He thinks I'm... well... cool. He was very excited to be part of the plan. Especially since he played a pretty crucial role in it.'

Jane looked up to see a grin spreading over Lisbon's face, eyes sparkling with laughter.

'He thinks you're cool huh?' Lisbon teased, barely keeping her laughter in.

'What? I can't be cool?' It stung a little. He might not be very adept in the gun-wielding, fist fighting department, but he was witty, charming, and well, the FBI did depend on his unorthodox ways of catching the bad guys didn't they. He'd even attempted frequently to inject a little dose of humour into his traps. Of course, not everyone saw the humorous side of it.

Seeing the disgruntled look on Jane's face just made Lisbon laugh harder.

'Oh... you're cool! So cool you can't jump a fence without spraining your ankle... act like a baby at the slightest bit of pain... are old and creaky... I could go on.'

'Well Wylie idolises me! I have a fan club!' Jane pouted.

'Yeah...a fan club...' Lisbon laughed, 'with ONE member!'

Jane couldn't help but smile at the sight of Lisbon doubled over with laughter, tears of mirth streaming down her face.

'Two!'

'What?' Lisbon gasped in between peals of laughter.

'Two members! My fan club has two members! As my girlfriend you are obligated to be part of the fan club! In fact, I'm thinking you should be head of my fan club!'

'Dream on Patrick Jane!' Lisbon snorted.

'Well... what can I do to convince you to become the head of my fan club?'

A mischievous glint came into Lisbon's eyes.

'Catch me!' Lisbon said, tearing her hand away from Jane and running down the beach.

'Hey! That's not fair! My ankle! Ow ow ow!'

'Baby!' Lisbon spun around and yelled.

Limping down the shore, as quickly as he could, Jane felt an immense sense of joy. Here he was, given a second chance, with a woman who knew the worst of him, and still loved him.