Dreams of Ice and Green Eyes-The Mentalist

I DO NOT OWN THE MENTALIST OR THE CHARACTERS.

A/N: So it's nearing the end of Christmas Day 2013. I wish you all a Merry Christmas! Here's a little jisbony present for you. I hope you enjoy it and is a positive end to today!

*Patrick Jane*

My phone vibrates in my pocket as I lie on the bed and stare out of the little gap in the curtains. It's Christmas Eve morning and the remaining snow outside is beginning to melt after the blizzard we'd had a few days ago. I slip my hand into my jacket pocket and retrieve my cell, flipping it open.

Teresa Lisbon, 7:56AM:

Have a nice Christmas! L

I smile at the message and sit up, considering my response.

Patrick Jane, 7:57AM:

And you, got anything planned? PJ

I click the send button then stand up and stretch. I slept well last night, my insomnia has vanished ever since... The time before my new chapter. I walk over to the little kettle and put it on to boil whilst carefully selecting my tea flavour. I settle on the English Breakfast Tea to accompany my eggs. My phone buzzes on the bed behind me.

Teresa Lisbon, 8:01AM:

Seeing Annie and Tommy tomorrow morning for Xmas dinner, then going home. What's happening in the wonderful life of Patrick Jane? L

Her plans sound more interesting than mine.

Patrick Jane, 8:03AM:

I've decided to watch Christmas reruns and then visit-

I wonder what the limits are, seeing as it's Christmas?

...then visit my princess PJ

I quickly press send before I change my mind and return to preparing my breakfast. However she responds quicker this time...

Teresa Lisbon, 8:04AM:

Oh, and who's that? A new girl you're playing? L

I grin at how clueless she is. Oh Teresa, if only... I frown at the shock of my own thoughts and hurriedly type a reply as the kettle begins to whistle.

Patrick Jane, 8:04AM:

Why, my angry princess who will be alone Christmas evening, of course ;) PJ

Just picturing her face as she reads that text is amusing. I pour in the hot water and gently stir my tea, then take a few sips. Perfect.

Teresa Lisbon, 8:06AM:

I'll see you at 7? L

Patrick Jane, 8:07AM:

Why not make it 6? PJ

Teresa Lisbon, 8:11AM:

Because I don't have food to feed you. L

Patrick Jane, 8:12AM:

But you have tea? PJ

Teresa Lisbon, 8:12AM:

Of course L

Patrick Jane, 8:13AM:

Then I'll see you at 6 P

I drop my phone onto the bed, a pleased grin across my face. My first Christmas, back here, without the looming shadow that had followed me around for ten years. Or had I followed it? It's interesting, you see... Teresa had sometimes questioned my need for revenge, and my answer was always the same. But it wasn't really an answer to her question, just a response to her talking.