Scarlet Tea

Sleeping on the job

Disclaimer: Once apon a time, I owed the mentalist. <- fiction.

Jane's P.O.V.

I suck in a breath, completing the plan I had in my mind. Yes, I've been plotting on how to win Lisbon oven. The game starts now. I shove open the door to her office and stride in. 

I'm surprised by a scene that I wasn't expecting. Lisbon's asleep, sprawled across her desk. She looks exhausted. Her face is slightly splotchy, as if she's been asleep for awhile. There are stacks of paperwork scattered everywhere. Her soft lips are parted a slit and I can here the sound of her soft breaths as she sleeps. Why is she so darn adorable? She probably would hate if she was to be discovered here. Waking her up is like suicide. I should probably move her to her new couch, which is very comfortable. Still, if she was to be discovered sleeping on her couch, she would be so embarrassed. I don't know why, exactly, there's nothing wrong with falling asleep at work. I do it all the time. Aha! Perfect! I could just bring her up to my attic. Then she wouldn't be bothered! I could just pretend I never saw her, though. No, that would be cruel. To my attic, we go! I lift her hand, and then the other, knowing that she hasn't had the bracelet on all day. She still isn't wearing it, so I decide to find it. I peek in a few of her drawers, then spot it, as if it was shoved in. A fit of rage, no- confusion. Yes, that's it. I pick up the bracelet and slide it on her wrist.  

I scoop her up, and carry her towards the stairs. By the fifth step, I'm wishing that I never did this. My arms strain, and even though Lisbon is so petite, I don't carry stuff like this. I'm trying not to drop her. I toss her slightly in order to get a better grip. Then, I rush up the stairs while I still can. I eventually make it to my door, and shift Lisbon to one arm, balancing her on my knee. Her hands grasp my vest as she nestles her head against my chest. She murmurs something, then goes back into the world of subconsciousness. With my free hand, I unlock the door, and  stumble towards my make-shift bed.

 I lay Lisbon down, pulling the covers up to her chin. She rolls over, and sighs, settling. I sit down my desk and take a sip of tea from my teacup. It's a good thing I don't sleep at night, that's when my demons bother me the most.

Lisbon's P.O.V.

A soft, but piercing light reaches my eyes. I recognize it as a sunbeam, and moan softly, unwilling to get up. I grasp the soft covers, but I sit up when I realize that they aren't mine. This isn't my bed!

"It's another day. Get up and face it," A voice sings. My eyes snap open as soon as I realize it's Jane. Oh crap,where am I, oh crap, oh my god, did we-oh crap- last night what happened!?!?! I can't remember leaving the office?! Oh crap-did he hypnotize me, is that why I can't remember anything??!? Oh, Jane I HATE YOU!!!! 

"Calm down, Lisbon. You're in my attic." he assures me.

"Why?" I ask, confused

"Because if you keep freaking out you'll get ulcers. Calm down!" He laughs.

"I find that a little hard to do at the moment, considering that I'm in your bed! That came out wrong.."

"Well...."

"Shut up Jane! Why am I in your bed?" I question again.

"Long story or short story?" Jane smiles, knowing that this is only making things worse.

"Short story. Now," I order. I cross my legs, and sit up straighter in an attempt to seeem in control. He smirks at this.

"You fell asleep face-down in paperwork. I saved you from humiliation and brought you here," He bows.

"my savior," I snarl. 

"in shining armor," he adds. I roll my eyes.

"So, was I really asleep? Or was it a trance,"

"Oh, Lisbon. A trance? I wouldn't do that to you," He states, a little more serious. I cock my head to the side a little, but I decide not to wonder about this anymore. I glace down and notice that I'm wearing the bracelet. I'm sure that I didn't put it on. Still, it makes  me smile. I look up at Jane whose bouncing on the tip of his toes.

"Thanks," I say.

"Be more specific. The bracelet, the bed or the lack of hypnosis?" he asks.

"I don't know, all of them?" I guess. 

"Anyway, we have more pressing matters to attend to," He insists.

"Are you telling me that you've got a lead on the Victoria case that you're actually going to tell me about," I dubiously question.

"Oh, no! I mean, I have several theories, but I was wondering how we'll get out of here without the whole team thinking, well, you know.." he trails off.

"Oh." I blush, for some odd reason. Then I curse myself for it, along with all the images that came to mind when Jane said that. Jane grins at my discomfort. "I didn't think of that. Crap."

"I don't really mind, but I thought it might be embarassing to you," he grins bigger.

"Of course I mind. How could I not mind?" I shriek. He plops down next to me.

"Here," he says, pulling out a bag full of my clothes from under his bed.

"How did you get these?" I ask.

"Your house lock is a fail. I'm actually surprised you haven't been murdered yet. Hope I didn't just jinx you."

"You broke into my house?"

"Yep. That's partially why I moved you. If you're going to be a homicide agent, you better hope you have a sturdy lock. How about tomorrow, I'll help you move in." 

"Jane, do you mind giving me some privacy?"

"Yes." 

"Seriously."

"Fine, fine, I'm going."

I pull on my new clothes, quickly, then walk past Jane, heading back down to my office. Jane grabs his tea, then follows. I can't help but noticing how fitted this sweater is, and how low-cut. I glare back at Jane but he seems oblivious. Then, I realize something.

"So, who's the murderer?" I question.

"Excuse me?" he responds.

"After we finish a case, you always claim you know who the murderer is within the first couple days of having the case. We got the case yesterday," I explain. 

"Tell you who it is? That's spoiling the fun." he trills. 

"Kiss my-"

"Sure!"

"Wait, what!?"

Jane leans over and kisses me on the cheek. I gape at him, trying to ignore the shock that just went through me.

"You-"

"You're blushing." He laughs.

"I am not!"

"You're so cute when you blush."

"Shut up!" he heads for the door.

"By the way, they found an indentation near the body suggesting that there actually was a gun there. Check the drawer on your right," He disappears into the bullpen. I open the drawer, unable to suspend the curiosity. It was almost empty. The only thing inside was a small note. I open it. In Jane's handwriting it said.

I've got a plan 

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Hey guys! I'm just going to tell all of you guys that I'm doing a small thing with a book called Admit it. You sung this. Basically, you guys tell me a song, and a mentalist ship or a specific person, and a p.o.v. Then, I'll mentalist-a-fy the song with the ship and P.O.V. It's kind of hard to explain, I did a better job on the actual thing. Go check it out and suggest a song. 

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