Scarlet Tea

Thank you, Jane. I think.

Still 5 days 'til Lisbon's birthday!

Disclaimer: in a perfect world, I would own The Mentalist. Obviously, though, it isn't a perfect world because Jane and Lisbon aren't a couple (and chocolate waterfalls don't happen in nature......)

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Lisbon's P.O.V.

I lean against the wall, head spinning. What I need is time to think. I slide down, sitting in the cold, empty stairwell. I try to rid my head of the thought of the stack of paperwork three stories above me, and focus on the reason I came down here. 

I just kissed Patrick Jane.

Even the thought makes me wince. How could I even do that? Why would I even do that? The same person that I've tried so hard to hate. Suddenly, he's making it so difficult. I was right, my barriers, my boundaries, my emotional shield is gone. Therefore, I must build them back up again. The yearning I feel has to disappear. Wait. Did I just think that? I consider it for a moment, the realize , with a wave of fear, that it's true. I do love him. It's true. It's true.

I take a second to comprehend that. Even more than before, I have to be strong. Nothing can penetrate my iron wall, protecting me from the pain that love is. Someone starts walking down the stairwell, so I stand up, and rub my temples, preparing to go back to my office. I start up the hardwood stairs, a see that the person is a man that we questioned for the Le Jazmine murder. He was innocent of course, otherwise, I'd be pinning him to the ground, and asking him how he got into the CBI building. I walk breezily past, put he lightly grabs my arm.

I raise my eyebrows, silently demanding that he explain why he's touching me.

"I just wanted to see you again, gorgeous. I realized that a interrogation room isn't the right place to talk to a pretty woman like yourself," he looks slightly menacing, so I yank my arm out of his reach. I finger my gun, preparing to pull it out if necessary.

"Sir, I am a badge-carrying member of the CBI, and I have a gun on me," I warn.

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Do you see anything else you'd like to have on you?"

I back up, when suddenly someone snatches me up, pulling me up the stairwell. I smell mint tea, and notice that it's Jane. He stops on the next level, leaning over the railing to direct the man toward the exit.

"Jane, I had it under control," I snap, trying to cover my relief.

"Obviously you didn't," he replies. I just stare at him, dumbfounded. "I mean that maiming someone on the stairwell would be a bad idea."

"I don't need to be rescued, Jane." I scorn. 

"Too bad, I'm always going to rescue you, anyway." He pulls me into a hug. I awkwardly pat his back, a little alarmed. "I hate the way he looked at you," he murmurs. 

I step back, crossing my arms, "Seriously Jane, I'm not your girfriend, I can take care of myself."

"Wouldn't you like to be?" He says playfully, quoting Sasha, the waitress at the resturaunt. I march past him, heading to my car. I've had enough of this crap for one day. He follows me. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, so beyond caring. 

"Oh, me? I'm just fetching something from my car that your not allowed to look at."  he states, trying to get on my nerves. I speed up, hoping in my car, and slamming the door. I can't ditch work for a day, but at least I can get new clothes on. Mine are still soaked with syrup. 

Jane's P.O.V.

Perfect. Lisbon has left the building, and I can get this box to my attic without being seen. Lugging it up the stairs will be a problem, though. I open up my care, and glance inside the trunk, seeing one box there. I have already put the other one in my attic.

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I only wrote Jane's P.O.V, so that you could see where this chapter took place (before Presents, and after Jane Can Read You.) Please comment, they make me sooooooooo happy!!!!! I love positive, negative comments, and totally random comments equally . Whatever type of comment you are, you are a very special comment in your own way. 

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