Letters to Lisbon

by Malley

Excerpts from Lisbon's box of letters from Jane. Minor spoilers for My Blue Heaven (I reference some of the characters). Mostly cute Jisbon fluff. If you don't know why Lisbon has this box of letters and wish to remain spoiler free, then I would suggest watching My Blue Heaven first before reading :) UPDATED: New Chapter (the first of 2014!)

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist or any of its characters. Have Jane and Lisbon gotten together yet? No? That is proof enough that I don't own it.

Letters to Lisbon
Chapter 3

Dear Lisbon,

I hope that this letter finds you well. It's still as hot as anything down here. I'm sure that if Alfredo gave me the eggs he was going to cook me for breakfast, I could crack them open on a rock and fry them myself.

I think that I'm getting better with my Spanish. I met a group of kids the other day and I understood what they were saying and they understood what I was saying. It was fun. I performed some of my old magic tricks for them and they loved it. The only problem is that I sort of created a monster. Now every time that they see me, they want me to perform a new trick for them! I may be a master magician, but at one trick a day, I'm eventually going to run out. But if it makes the kids happy, it's worth it.

I made a friend at this nearby hotel. His name is Franklin. Guess what? He speaks English! Franklin can speak the language pretty well, which is refreshing. He's a really good guy. I think he would make a good police officer or informant or something. Franklin is a good Intel man. He can find out just about anything for you and is very loyal.

Still no word out of Roger. I'm working on him each day, and I think I'm making progress. He actually looked at me today. I think he's finally starting to warm up to me.

I decided to start apologizing for some things and this one is more of a broad apology. I apologize for always terrorizing you with the way that I drive. I know that on more than one occasion (I'm sure the number is somewhere in the twenty's...thirty's...hundred's...) we've bantered over my "terrible" driving skills. I am quite a good driver, I will have you know. I just choose to ignore the speed limits. They're more of a starting point. If it says 55, I'm going to go at least 55 to start. Your look of terror was always made me smile a little bit because I knew that you were willing to let go of your fears and control for a few minutes to let me drive, even against your better judgment. I walk everywhere now, so I miss that and more importantly, I miss you.

Miss you,

Jane