Jisbon One Shots [The Mentalist] [English]

OS #1

Patrick Jane sat in his usual spot in the CBI office, his blue eyes sparkling over the rim of his teacup. Teresa Lisbon entered, the door closing softly behind her. Her face was a mask of tension and determination—she had a new lead.

"Jane, we have a new case. A serial killer is on the loose in the city, and there are already three victims. We need to head out immediately."

Jane nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing in thought. "A new challenge, huh? Well, let's see if we can catch this killer."

The two set out for the crime scene. The drive was filled with tense silence, both lost in their own thoughts. When they arrived, they were greeted by the cold of the night. The crime scene was in a remote area, surrounded by tall, gloomy trees that stood like silent witnesses.

The first victim, a young woman, lay in the grass. Her face was peaceful, but the circumstances of her death told a different story. Jane knelt beside her and carefully examined her. His hands gently moved over the ground, feeling the earth, the leaves, the small clues the killer had left behind.

"What do you see, Jane?" Lisbon asked softly, almost reverently.

Jane looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips. "This killer is methodical. He leaves traces, small clues to taunt us. But he made a mistake. Look at the victim's shoes."

Lisbon stepped closer and examined the shoes. They were clean, untouched by the dirt of the forest. "She was brought here. She didn't come on her own."

Jane nodded. "Exactly. And that means the killer has a safe place from which he operates. He feels comfortable here."

They spent the next few hours investigating the crime scene, following every small clue. It was a tedious, frustrating job, but eventually, they found a crucial lead: a specific peanut shell that was only used in a particular restaurant.

"This could be our breakthrough," Lisbon said excitedly. "Let's go check it out."

They hurried to the restaurant, and indeed, they found a connection to one of the victims. The owner remembered a mysterious man who often came alone and had a preference for secluded tables.

Armed with this new information, they returned to the office to devise a plan. Night had already fallen by the time they finally took a break.

"Jane," Lisbon said quietly as they stood in her office. "What do you really think about this case? Why does it haunt you so much?"

Jane sighed, his eyes wandering to the stars twinkling outside the window. "It's not the case itself, Lisbon. It's what it symbolizes. Another life pointlessly snuffed out. Another puzzle that needs to be solved to bring justice."

Lisbon stepped closer, her hand gently resting on his shoulder. "We'll catch him, Jane. Together."

A spark flickered in the air as Jane turned to look into her eyes. The world seemed to stand still for a moment. Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Jane's hands slid demandingly down Lisbon's back, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his blond curls. She had wanted to do this for so long! It spurred him on even more.

Jane pressed her more forcefully against him, and Lisbon could feel his arousal. The kiss deepened, and Jane let one hand glide into her neck, his fingers playing firmly with her hair, while the other hand traced down her back, finally resting on her hip to draw her even closer.

They pulled apart briefly, breathing heavily. Jane's forehead rested against hers, and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. Then Jane drew her back in, kissing her again, this time even more passionately, more urgently. Lisbon's hands roamed over his back, clutching him tightly as his lips explored hers, trailing from her mouth, down her jawline to her neck, where he left hot, hungry kisses.