A/N: ... ... ... I'm stunned. Really. I'm at a loss of words. 13 freaking reviews for only one freaking chapter. Freaking love you guys. Can I just say that? I f**king love you. Can I marry you? All of you? Screw the law, I'm marrying all of you.

I'm not going to update this story daily, but when I saw how many of you wanted this continued, I thought I'd just try and this came up. I wanted to make it longer but I've got a lot of homework to make tomorrow, so I can't actually post it tomorrow, so I just did it now, in the middle of the night because I've got no life at all aside from The Mentalist, school and Fanfiction :D.

Anyways... There were two scenarios to take this story to, both of which were offered by you (which is why I love you so much because I wasn't really sure if the story would rock). There was the whole 'Jane shows up at Lisbon's condo and proposes to her' scenario and the 'Jane and Rigsby forget all about it and then find out and don't know what to do with it' scenario. I'm going for the second one, because from what I can see, the first one isn't going to include much Jane/Rigsby action and I just love those two, so... Nothing fluffy or romantic, just as really good friends. Though Cho/Rigsby are way funnier, Jane and Rigsby should definitely spend more time together, shouldn't they? As friends, God dammit! You're a perv, you know that? :P (Note the smiley face there, it was a sarcastic remark. This is one thing I hate about writing: People can't hear your tone of voice and read your face so they won't know whether you're joking or serious. But I wasn't, so don't worry, perv :D.)

Again: Thanks for all the follows and reviews and all! I'm really scared I'm going to disappoint you now, I can really feel the pressure on my poor young back. Dammit.

It's a bit OOC in this chapter, but I'd like to think that people change, you know? Oh, and btw, the whole Lorelei/FBI thing is forgotten in this fic, I guess. I've had it with them, they are not allowed inside my mind anymore. Shame on you.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Though I would definitely fancy having Jane (in my bed...), or somebody else from the team. Lisbon would do as well, she's bad-ass. She could kick my ass everyday... Okay, now I'm just a perv.

"Hello Sirs, how can I help you?" the young girl asked behind the counter. She didn't look exactly cheery but she sure sounded cheery. Then again, nobody could blame her for being grumpy at two in the morning.

Why this jeweler was still open this late was a true miracle.

"Well," Jane started, looked at Rigsby and then chuckled. The woman groaned slightly.

Jane coughed, and got serious. "I'm sorry. I'm here to buy an engagement ring."

The woman's eyes lit up, but then she frowned and looked between Rigsby and Jane for a few moments.
"For... each other?"

Jane and Rigsby stopped smiling, and stared at her.

"What? No!" Rigsby said. The girl frowned, but ducked to retrieve the rings from under the counter.

"Here they are. Are you... sure, that you want to buy an engagement ring, Sir?"

"Are you doubting my sex appeal?" Jane asked. The woman shook her head, almost violently. "Because there are lots of women out there who would kill to marry me."

Rigsby chuckled, and that caused Jane to laugh too.

The woman obviously started to lose her patience. Trying to sell engagement rings to two drunk men was not how she had pictured this night to be.

Jane got serious again, and looked at the rings. Then, he pointed at one.

"That one looks beautiful," Jane said. The woman's eyes widened.

"But... but that's the most expensive ring...," she breathed. Jane flashed his 1000-watt smile at the girl, and then fetched his cash card out of his pocket, and flashed that next to his burning smile.

"Money is not an issue. Do you engrave names into the rings as well?"

The next day (after a night full of more drinks and terrorizing innocent (and sober) people)

"Good morning," Van Pelt practically chirped when she walked into the bullpen.

She was greeted by two low groans and an almost smiling Cho.

She gasped.
"What happened with you? You look awful!"

Jane was laying on his couch, his hands over his head to block out the burning daylight. His hair looked disheveled and his suit was less neat than his suits normally looked.

Rigsby had his head on his desk, and a bucket was standing next to it.

Van Pelt smiled. "Rough night?"

"Don't talk. It hurts," Rigsby murmured, and Van Pelt chuckled.

"I told them not to take that ninth bottle of scotch," Cho deadpanned.
"Nine? Oh boy, it's a miracle you're not in the hospital right now!" Van Pelt exclaimed incredulously, and Jane and Rigsby groaned louder. Van Pelt smiled, and sat down at her desk.

"Yeah. They also had a few bottles of tequila."

Van Pelt looked at Jane and Rigsby with pure wonder. "Man, you should be dead by now! I would have expected Rigsby to get wasted but Jane?" Van Pelt said, more to herself than anyone in particular. "Did you have a fun night though?"

Cho shrugged. "I sure had fun watching them."

A few moments later, Van Pelt had enough with the soft whining both men produced and got up. She snatched the coffee from Rigsby's desk and placed it on her desk.

"No coffee," she said, and left for a few seconds to get two glasses of orange juice and passed it on to both men.

"I can't believe you got drunk on a school's night," Van Pelt murmured and left to the kitchenette again to fetch some crackers.

"I didn't know you knew to cure a hangover," Cho said. Van Pelt stared at him for a few seconds.

"Come on. I've been to College too," she deadpanned, and gave the crackers to Jane and Rigsby.

"And you should definitely move a bit," Van Pelt ordered.

"Yes mum," Jane murmured, and Van Pelt smiled again.

Just then, Lisbon walked into the bullpen, and immediately frowned. She pointed at Jane – which caused Van Pelt to wriggle her eyebrows suggestively since Lisbon didn't seem to care about Rigsby – and looked at Cho and Van Pelt.
"Do I want to know?" she asked, and Van Pelt chuckled.
"Nope."

"Then I won't ask. Cho, did you call the owner of that restaurant about his relationship with Kerry?"

Cho shook his head, and Lisbon sighed.

"Fine. Rigsby, take Jane with you and go to the restaurant," she ordered, and before either of them could protest, she went back to her office.

Jane and Rigsby groaned in unison.

Van Pelt laughed, and now, Cho smiled as well.

"Good luck doing that," he said, and focused back on his screen.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Well, at least the sunglasses are trendy," Rigsby deadpanned as they stepped out of the Chevrolet Suburban. Jane nodded, immediately winching as that hurt with his headache.

"I didn't even know that it was smart to drive with a hangover," Jane said.

"Me neither. Alright, it was this restaurant, right?" Rigsby asked, pointing at a what seemed like a French restaurant. Jane nodded.

"Look, uhm... about last night...," Rigsby started, but Jane lifted his hand to stop him, shaking his head.

"Nothing happened last night. Okay, we were stupid in getting drunk, but it's not like we said anything weird, right?"

The two looked at each other, then shrugged.

"I can't remember saying something ridiculous, no," Rigsby said. Jane nodded.
"Exactly. But then again, I can't seem to remember half the evening," Jane murmured.

"Maybe Cho knows what we've done."

"Well, if he knows, he probably won't tell us."

"True. Mr. Kidston?" Rigsby asked as they walked up to a man. He turned around, and when Rigsby flashed him his badge, Mr. Kidston turned on his heels and ran away. Rigsby looked at Jane with a pained face, before running after the now suspect, cursing for it caused his headache to grow.

Jane shook his head. "Why do they always run?"

-YulianaHenderson-

"Boss?" Van Pelt said while she knocked on Lisbon's office door. Lisbon looked up.

"Hmm?"

"I know it's stupid of them, but Jane and Rigsby... They apparently had a 'night with the boys' yesterday, and are now hung-over. Jane just called me. Rigsby...," Van Pelt started, but pressed her lips into a thin line. She was trying so hard not to laugh but this was just too funny.

"Rigsby what, Van Pelt?"

"When Rigsby ran after Mr. Kidston, he... threw up."
Lisbon stared at Van Pelt. "Really?"

Van Pelt nodded, and a small chuckle escaped her mouth.

"It's not funny to laugh about that, Van Pelt," Lisbon stated, and Van Pelt's smile faltered.

"Of course. Sorry Boss."

"Is he alright?"
"Who? Jane or Rigsby-"

"Rigsby of course. I don't even care what Jane does," Lisbon said, and Van Pelt averted her eyes so Lisbon couldn't see her smile.
"They're both fine. They're on their way to the HQ, though, but... I don't think they should be at work now."

"I think that is my saying, since I'm their boss."

Van Pelt nodded, and turned around. Lisbon would find out about her feelings for Jane eventually anyway.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Hey, you imbeciles," Lisbon said when the two walked into the bullpen. They didn't look at her though, which quickly caught her attention. She sighed, and waved with her hand.

"Go lay down. If you make me puke, I'm going to fire you," she said and walked back to her office.

When Jane shook his head, Van Pelt looked at him intently, reminding everybody of an overprotective mother.

"She's right though. Puking is gross."

"And why do you remind me of a whining little girl?" Jane asked. Van Pelt almost gasped, then closed her mouth and turned around. She sat down at her desk, and began typing things frantically.
"Sorry Grace," Jane said. Van Pelt shook her head.
"Forget it."

"I didn't mean to-"

Van Pelt shook her head again.

"I do love you, Grace," Jane said, and Van Pelt froze, looked at him, and she had a confused and shocked expression on her face.

Jane shrugged, and while smiling, he dove onto his couch. When his head hit the armrest, he immediately sat up straight.

He looked at Rigsby, who stared at him, probably thinking the same thing.

They remembered something.

-YulianaHenderson-

"It was nothing, right? I mean, I do like you, but I don't love you, you know?" Rigsby asked, almost as if he needed to remind himself more of that fact than remind Jane of it. He nervously poured his fresh black coffee in a cup.

"I know. Well, it turns out we said more than we can recall. We really need to find out what we said."

-YulianaHenderson-

"Can you pleeeaaasee tell us what we did last night?" Jane asked, spinning stupid circles on the unused office chair in front of Cho's desk.
"I thought you were having a headache," Cho stated dryly. Jane shrugged.

"Meh. It's getting better. I guess it was a good thing that my mother was here," he said, and winked at Van Pelt, who just rolled her eyes.

"But please, Cho? Don't be so mean and just tell us," Jane whined again when he focused his eyes back on Cho. Cho shook his head.
"Forget it. I'm not going to spoil the fun just yet."

Cho continued typing, but when he saw Rigsby and Jane were still sitting at his desk, he sighed quietly.

"You should check last night's clothes. They're in the closet in your attic," was all Cho said, and Jane was gone at the speed of light. Rigsby was close behind him. Funny how the attic was Jane's for everybody, while it actually wasn't. He wasn't even allowed to come there at first.

"I've never actually been to your attic," Rigsby said when they arrived at the door that severed the dark attic from the staircase. Jane shrugged.

"It's my home. And you're my friend. Let's just pretend this is some sort of house-warming. Without alcohol, obviously," Jane said, a smile on his lips, and opened the door. Rigsby huffed when he took in the room.

"I wouldn't dare call this a home. There's not even a proper bed in it," Rigsby said.

"Why would I need a good bed? I'm an insomniac, I don't sleep," Jane said, and Rigsby rolled his eyes.
Jane walked over to the little closet – or what functioned as a closet anyways, it was just a hole in the wall but it was where he kept all his suits – and sniffed, already smiling.

"We have to stop drinking alcohol," Jane said and picked up the clothes that smiled like liquor the most – it were two suits.
"I really don't want to know what my suit is doing here," Rigsby said and took it from Jane. They immediately checked the pockets and their eyes widened when they felt a box in both suits.

Jane opened his one instantly, and almost dropped it when he saw there was a ring in it.

"A... ring?" Rigsby asked, looking at his now opened box.

"That's not just a ring, Rigsby. That's an engagement ring," Jane explained. Rigsby frowned.
"Was I going to propose to someone? Who?"

Jane looked at Rigsby, his head slightly tilted.

"Oh.." Rigsby breathed. He took out the ring and looked at it.
"Sarah is not going to like this. And I didn't even know I had money to buy this," he whispered, admiring the beautiful item in his hand.
"I don't think you bought that. I think I paid for both of us," Jane said, and took out his ring.

"Wait... There's something engraved in it," Jane murmured and moved it closer to his head to get a better look of it. He almost dropped it once again when he read whose name was in it.

"Oh no..." Jane breathed, and Rigsby frowned. He took the ring out of Jane's hand, and suppressed a smile when he read the engraving as well.

"Teresa Lisbon, my love forever?" Rigsby read, and almost laughed. "Well, drunk Patrick Jane sure is cheesy."

"This is not funny, Rigsby. I was about to propose to Lisbon. Do you realize what could have happened if I actually proposed to her?"

"Uhm... You would get married?" Rigsby tried. Jane shook his head frantically.

"Lisbon would hate me forever."

"And she doesn't already?"

"Shut it. If... If I would have proposed... she would hate me forever... and I couldn't have proposed anymore..."

"Wait, do you mean... that you actually want to propose to Lisbon?" Rigsby asked, carefully, and when Jane looked up, all funny stuff aside, Rigsby finally understood.
"Oh."

A/N: Yeah :D. That was my Jisbon shipper heart already rearing its ugly head... (does that make sense? Since when can a heart rear its ugly head?)

I LOVE childish Jane. LOVE. If you don't like childish Jane, Lisbon, you can always give him to me.

I need your opinion about this one: should I make a picture for this story? Because my avatar is Charlotte and this story has nothing to do with Charlotte... Could you also tell me what I could do then for a good picture that can accompany this fic? I dunno, my brain's kinda dead at the moment. Can you blame me? It's freaking 1 am here.

BTW! I started watching 'Anger Management', with Charlie Sheen and Shawnee Smith (I love Saw, so that's why I mention Shawnee Smith). I'M FREAKING HOOKED.

Anyways, please let me know what you think of this chapter in a REVIEW, thank you!