Deep Purple Nights-The Mentalist

A/N: A fanfic openly requested by @SunshinyDemi on Twitter, so I said I'd write it! Not sure whether this is what she was expecting, but I've played with the character request! I hope you enjoy :)

Jane and Lisbon were both settled in Austin again after their revealing trip to the East coast of America, a break they both needed from life. It had led to a night of desperate, yet passionate love-making with strong desire that had burned their insides for years. It was a leap for Jane. Apart from the act of sleeping with Lorelei Martins, this was a step to the light at the end of the tunnel. A tunnel that had been haunted by the overlying case of Red John for the extreme length of a decade.

His Airstream was parked off-road next to the ocean, and he and Teresa often went there on their days off, secluding themselves from the world of death and secrets they both knew all too well. Lived for all too long. If they were lucky they would be granted two consecutive days off, which resulted in a quiet night, overlooking the sunset, as they had done on various occasions in the past. Patrick would stay at her house some nights, but allowed her to have and enjoy her space when he could tell she wanted to be alone. It wasn't a frequent arrangement, they preferred keeping an eye on each other, although neither of them admitted to it.

They'd both wrapped up a case that day, Jane using his well-known character of a master manipulator and Lisbon following through with her sassy techniques in the interrogation room. It was late evening and they both sat in the bullpen of the Austin FBI Headquarters. She signed some paperwork and then went to join him on his couch, where he perched sipping chamomile tea from a white teacup. He gently wafted it under her nose and let her drink the few mouthfuls that were left, knowing just how much she appreciated this kindness, especially after the day they'd both had. His cell started ringing so he dipped a hand into each of his pockets until he retrieved the device and looked at the caller ID. He frowned, clearly not recognising the number and answered.

"Hello?" He asked. Lisbon couldn't hear the response but he rubbed her knee and stood up then walked around a corner, out of sight.

He returned a minute later, the phone call ended and his face showed an expression of deep thought. She watched him curiously but not questioning him.

He bent down to her on the couch and placed his mouth near her ear.

"We need to go outside," he whispered, his moist breath brushing against her neck. She got up and he took her hand reassuringly, squeezing softly to thank her for not asking questions. When they got outside he walked her further from the building, a few dedicated agents still working. He faced her, his back to the main entrance of the glassed walls.

"Madeleine called," he murmured, if she wasn't standing directly opposite him she mightn't have heard.

"Hightower?" She asked surprised, although keeping her voice down low.

"She wants to meet with us. Well, me, but I dragged you into it."

"Is she alright?"

"She said she'd found herself in some trouble."

"And that's all you know?" She said.

"All I know. She's going to wait for us in the cove."

"Our cove?" The Airstream was parked on a small cliff, with a discrete path that wound down to the tiny curve of beach only a selected few knew about.

"Yes. She was in the force for sometime, no doubt she has her ways of tracking us down."

"Well let's go."

"This needs to be handled with the greatest discretion, Teresa."

"I know. We owe her that much."