Title: Will You Marry Me?

Disclaimer: I'm a poor college student; do you really think I have the time to own The Mentalist?

Thanks to Phoenixmagic1, Mrs. Peeta, lucyyh, Famous4it, Jisbon4ever, waterbaby134, DrEvilsketch, Frogster, Ebony10, BelleLee, Pinkiee Pie Kelsey, Streak of the Sun, lysjelonken, raquelvalente91, TJGlambert28, ShunKickShunKers, and Country2776 for reviewing the last part.

I debated adding twelve to this part, but eventually, eleven became the one I wanted to stand alone. You won't get many stand alone chapters, but for the purpose of setting up the next few proposals, it happens. I hope you enjoy this one!

XI.

"Why the hell is there another box in my doorway?"

Lisbon's weary voice sounds, while she faces her office door and everyone glances at her before they glance at the seemingly harmless unwrapped large box.

"Jane, you better not be in there."

"Like I would try that twice, Lisbon." He teases, as he comes out of her office. "I might be a lot of things, but uncreative is certainly not one of them and quite frankly, I don't trust you not to kick the box...especially with me in it."

"Do I want to know what you're doing in my office?"

"I lost a contact lens."

"You don't even wear contacts."

"I never said it was mine." He grins, as his eyes focus on the box. "Who sent you the box?"

"I'm pretty sure you know who sent it, that's why you've been hiding out in my office."

"I do know who sent it, mostly because I'm…"

"If you say psychic, I scream." She warns.

"I'd rather hear you scream in a different way but…" She narrows her eyes, crosses her arms against her chest and he chuckles. "How many times do I have to tell you, Lisbon—there's no such things as psychics, only men who play their cards right and get lucky."

(Honestly, watching her fume is probably the most entertainment the office has seen in about six months—everyone and everything that happens in the SCU is boring, so later, they'll probably thank him with his tea made correctly.)

"You do realize that I can arrest you right?"

"You do realize that you have nothing to hold me on, yes?" He grins, and she frowns before the frown turns into a smirk.

"You're right; I don't have anything to hold you on…"

"See, Lisbon, you…"

"However," she interrupts him, the smirk still in place. "It doesn't mean I can't find other ways to punish you…" His mouth drops in surprise, and he hears someone snicker in the background.

"…uh…"

"I just need to get us to your couch."

(Okay, so she won't say "yes" to his constant marriage proposals but she'll seduce him? On his couch no less? Forget the tea. This is turning out to be one of the best days at work in a very long time.)

"I want to use the handcuffs, alright?" He can only imagine that the people in the office think that he's hypnotized her, and with an innocent enough shrug, he follows after her and sits down on the couch while she takes her handcuffs and wraps of one of them around one of his wrists.

"You know, when I got hired for this job—I didn't think being seduced by the boss was part of my contract, but I like it." He tells her, and she leans into him, her breath hot on his ear, which only causes him to hold his breath.

"The thing is Jane," she replies, sweetly enough. "…you shouldn't piss off a woman who owns handcuffs; it doesn't end well for you." He blinks, and before he can stop her, she has the other cuff around his other once free wrist. "I thought about finding something to keep you to the couch here, but if anyone ever wondered in here—they'd wonder why you were chained to the couch."

"Don't you think people are going to wonder why I'm handcuffed to myself?"

"Actually, you wanted my handcuffs and you decided to try to get out of them without a key."

"You're evil." He tells her.

"I want to know who left the box, tell me and I might consider letting you go."

"I think I'll try to escape out of these by myself before I tell you anything, oh evil one." He grins. "Hey, Lisbon…sure you aren't a criminal mastermind?"

"Yes, Jane." She sighs. "I'm 100% positive that I'm not a criminal mastermind."

(He doubts that, especially as she walks away and he stands to watch her open the box to find a bunch of packing peanuts, she leans down and sticks her whole hand in only to come back out with a letter.)

She opens it, and turns back around toward him—the letter still in her grasp.

"For the last time, no I will not marry you—stop asking me, this is pointless! What the hell do you expect to gain from asking me, over and over again? My early death?"

"Lisbon, if I wanted your early death, I'd just call up an assai…"

"If you finish that sentence, I will arrest you for so many different things."

"I was going to say attorney."

"Sure." Lisbon scoffed. "And, I'm going to accept your marriage proposal."

"Really?"

"No."

She turns back toward her office, and leaves him standing with handcuffs around both of his wrists—looking every bit criminal.

"I think you all should be lucky that she chose law enforcement." He chuckles out loud to the rest of the team, and they glance at him. "Otherwise, you'd be chasing Lisbon, the criminal mastermind." Van Pelt glances at him, as does Cho.

"I think we can only take one Patrick Jane."

"Amen to that," became Rigsby's quiet response.