Disclaimer: Would Jane have been a jerk and stranded Lisbon in "Fire and Brimstone" if I owned The Mentalist? No. NOOOOO! So no.
By the way, this chapter takes place at the same time as the beginning of the last one- does that make sense? I hope so. Enjoy, everybody. ;)
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(3 days earlier)
Aaahhhhh.
I wake up to find myself in heaven. I leave my eyes closed, wondering how I managed to get into such a comfortable position, with my back the way it is. Come to think of it, my back doesn't even hurt at all. Wow. But- this feels strange. Is this... leather? Oh well. For once in my life, I'm totally peaceful. So, logically, I stay where I am. Suddenly, a hand taps my shoulder gently. "Hey. Lisbon." I'm guessing that's what woke me up in the first place.
"Mmmm. What?" I mumble.
"Open your eyes, sleepyhead," the voice whispers.
I frown and do as the voice says, then, realizing where I am, who the voice belongs to, and that there is a head occupying my lap, I jolt wide awake. I jump, alarmed, but Jane's weight holds me down. He grins wickedly, causing a small, annoying voice in the back of my head to moan quietly and murmur something about sexy men wickedly smiling whilst laying on me in the morning.
Go figure.
I smack him on the nose, ignoring his complaints. "Why'd you wake me up?"
The smile returns. "Well, I figured you might be opposed to the team walking in here and finding us in... well, finding us like this."
Oh God. "Oh."
"But if you're game, I'd be totally happy to stay lik-"
"No! We need to go! I need to go home, change clothes, and shower. And you need to get off of me!"
He's still smiling. Damn you, Jane... "Jane, I swear to God. I'm giving you five... four... three... two... one..."
Jane exhales loudly as he sits up, spinning around so that he is sitting next to me on the couch. My legs instantly feel colder, like something is missing. I suppose something is. "Thank you. Now we need to GO." I start to stand up, but Jane quickly puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me back down onto the couch. And just my luck, I fall leaning slightly towards Jane.
Which is how I find myself slightly out of breath, with Jane's hands on my shoulders, his gorgeous blue eyes staring deeply into my soul.
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