Hello again my wonderful readers! Are you all as eager as I am for the season premiere of the Mentalist coming up soon? I am so excited to see what happens next and if there will be any major changes to the storyline(not that it will affect my story, probably, but it might give me more ideas). Anyway, please REVIEW my story, and ENJOY!
The couple arrived at Lisbon's apartment; Jane with a wonderful brand of non-alcoholic sparkling juice, and Lisbon with a semi-healthy microwave meal set, and two cartons of chocolate ice-cream(Jane could have half a spoon's worth, if the suddenly-craving-chocolate Lisbon would let him).
They kept the talking to a minimum, and then settled down to dinner. While eating, the phone rang.
Lisbon answered it. "Hello?"
"Agent Lisbon, this is LaRoche."
"Oh, hello sir. How are you today?"
"A bit confused, actually. I have heard several interesting stories about your and Mr. Jane. I was hoping that you two would be able to meet me in my office tomorrow morning and help clear some of those stories up."
"Of course sir, we will both be there."
"Very well. Good night."
Lisbon turned back to Jane, who was staring at his cell phone. "I guess we will have that interesting conversation with LaRoche tomorrow. Why are you staring at your cell?"
"Oh, just waiting to see if he will call me."
"Why would he call you?"
Jane looked at her, amused. "How else will I know if I am supposed to meet him tomorrow if he fails to tell ME? Unless, I suspect this is the case, he already knows that I am somewhere close by where you can just tell me personally, or I can just listen in on your phone conversation."
Lisbon sat down. "Do you really think he suspects that much?"
"Suspects? Oh, I think he is positive about us being in some sort of relationship."
"Yeah, well, that is probably true. How do you think he'll take the full story?"
"Slightly bemused, maybe reprimand us for not telling him the second it happened, but I think we will not have to worry about his sneaky little eyes darting into our private lives any more. Speaking of which, how are we going to arrange that with the, well, newest addition soon to arrive?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean our living situation: house, taxes, insurance, little magnets that have our picture with a heart around it, all those important items that we have to adjust now that we are married and are now open about it with everyone. If you want, I can totally get those little magnets for us, maybe I could even get the picture on a mug."
Lisbon rolled her eyes, grabbing some ice cream from the fridge. "Okay, you do that. And while you focus on the mugs, I'll work on figuring out what we'll say to LaRoche, all by myself."
"Good. Glad that we decided that. But first I need an actual picture of us to put on the mug. Hey! Maybe we could go back to Vegas and get a picture in some sort of chapel with Elvis, then we could give it to LaRoche as a souvenir!"
"Jane!"
The next morning, Lisbon was a bundle of nerves as they rode the elevator up to their office. Worries over whether LaRoche would just reprimand or even fire them(or at least Jane) constantly ran through her head. She had reviewed the story of their marriage in her mind, but every time she knew that no matter how you spun it, both she and Jane had acted recklessly and stupidly. Also, she could not figure out a good reason for why they had decided to stay married. She thought about using the pregnancy as an excuse, but she was not ready to reveal that bit of information yet. Maybe she could just blame the long term effects of drunkenness for why she had agreed to stay married to Jane. Nope, still did not work in her head.
Jane, picture of calm. He had not yet told Lisbon, but he had actually ordered a pair of mugs with their names(unfortunately, no picture could be found) with a fancy heart around it. He thought she might like it and might help lighten the mood when she saw them. As for the coming confrontation with LaRoche, he wasn't worried about it. They would just tell the truth, the insane, drunken truth of their marriage. He figured LaRoche would just raise an eyebrow or two, then they could go back to work. Of course, he was worried about whether Lisbon would be punished for hiding the marriage for so long, but he decided that they would cross that bridge when they came to it.
When they arrived at work, the team watched them as the couple headed towards LaRoche's office, all of them knowing that whatever happened in that office, now was the time to start placing bets.
Lisbon was about to knock, when the door opened and LaRoche stood there, perfectly calm, and he said, "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jane. Please come in."
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P.S. Happy 20th Chapter! I am so thankful for all my wonderful readers, and a BIG thank you to all of those who take the time to review my story. Your encouragement pushes me forward. I hope to enjoy many more chapters with you all! And yes, I am incredibly sentimental and like to celebrate random milestones in writing my fan fiction. Again, THANK YOU EVERYONE!