Disclaimer: I own a pack of gum and my cell phone...that's about it. Oh and the computer I'm typing on. So no I don't own the Mentalist.

A/N: Sadly this is the end of this story. Luckily that means I have more time to write others. :) Hope you like the last little bit. A lot of you took the time to guess what's about to happen, and most of you came pretty close. :) Happy Reading.

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Jane moved around the box that was housing the sleeping beauty so he could see her face. Call it creepy and stalker-ish but he wanted to watch her sleep. There were not many times you could Lisbon so unguarded and carefree and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. Making himself comfortable on the floor next to the box, he had to stop himself from reaching out to stroke her hair. He had wanted to crawl in with her and hold her close, but figured she'd wake instantly and then this might not end as well as he hoped. He wanted to watch her so a little distance was probably best.

He'd let her sleep for just a few more minutes and then he'd wake her up. She'd be mad at herself for falling asleep in the first place and mad at him for staring at her but if all things went according to his plan then she wouldn't stay angry for long. It was time for him to make an effort towards being happy. He knew it wouldn't be easy, nothing ever is, and he knew that he would always love his wife, cherish what they had together but it was time to try. He never would've let a thought like that even enter his mind if it hadn't been for Lisbon. There was something about her that made him remember that he was still capable of other emotions besides anger.

Burning the image of her like this into his brain he took out his cell phone and snapped a quick picture. Just in case he forgot. Plus it would make a great background. Lisbon all curled up in a ball with her hair tucked behind her ear snoozing away, yeah a great background. She would kill him for it. Watching her as she took in each breath and let it out, he couldn't hold back the urge to touch her in some way. Reaching out, his fingers settled for gently caressing her cheek as he leaned down whisper in her ear.

"Wake up Lisbon." At the sound of someones voice, she started to stir. A deep sigh fell from her lips as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Teresa." He pulled back to watch as her eyes fluttered open only to close again. Silently counting to himself he gave her three seconds before she opened them in alarm. 3,2,1. Bingo.

Lisbon woke with a start to see Jane's smiling face beaming down at her. Scrambling to her feet she climbed out of the box, clearly embarrassed at being caught. Jane found it cute the way she looked around to see if anyone else might have been able to see her while attempting to straighten her rumpled clothes. Following her lead, he stood back up coming to stand right in front of her with only inches between them.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" She took a step backwards but he just took one forwards to keep the space between them at a minimum. Another step back, another step forward. She didn't know what he was playing at but this was starting to become dangerous.

"Watching you sleep." Before either of them realized it, he had her backed into the desk. Lisbon silently cursed herself for letting him effectively block her in twice in one day. This wasn't fair, she was tired of the endless teasing and games. She couldn't take it if he just walked away now without another word.

"Jane..." Her voice was soft and breathy making every nerve in his body stand on end. Did she have any idea what she did to him? Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and he knew he was a goner, there was no way he could stand this close to her and watch her do that without saying or doing something.

"We should talk." His hands found the edge of the desk on both sides of her hips, making sure she couldn't run. It brought them even closer than before, chests brushing with each breath they took. This was intimate, raw, and completely new to them. Earlier he had fallen on top of her but he'd gotten up so fast that he hadn't been able to relish in the warmth her body radiates. Now there was no hurry to back down, the panic in her eyes made him press a little a closer just to watch those pretty greens widen.

"I uh, I think..." To render Teresa Lisbon speechless was something he had become good at, but seeing her stammer like a fool made him proud of himself. This was something that was new. He had only managed this one a few rare times. Her mouth dropped open to form some kind of words but nothing came out, her eyes locked on his and time seemed to stand still.

The desire he felt rushing through his veins couldn't be stopped, he leaned down without warning and captured her lips in a sweet tender kiss before she could say anything else. One arm wrapped around her waist pulling her flush against his chest while the other found the dark silky locks he'd been aching to touch for weeks. She was hesitant at first but quickly kissed back letting her own hands find the lapels of his jacket to tug him closer. Maybe he was reading too much into things but it felt like her lips fit his perfectly, she matched the slow easy pace almost like they had been doing this for years. She was warm and so alive in his arms. Before he could get too carried away he reluctantly pulled back to meet her eyes.

"That uh that wasn't talking Jane." He flashed her a brilliant smile which she returned in full.

"Really? Hm. It was the best conversation I had all day." She looked beautiful standing so close with flushed cheeks and hair slightly mussed. It was even better when he knew he had been the cause.

"We probably really should talk."

"Probably. Later though." Tilting his head he leaned back in towards her mouth but was stopped when she pushed against his chest.

"Jane." The authority dripping in her voice made him sigh and roll his eyes. Of course she couldn't just be happy and leave it alone for now, nope she had to know what she was getting into up front.

"Oh alright. You're one of those 'or you'll be sleeping on the couch' types, I can tell."

"Why did you just kiss me?"

"I'd like to point out that you kissed me back." Seeing her glare sternly, he gently took her hands in his own and let the smile fall from his face. "I've been finding it really hard to keep thoughts of you at bay lately. At first I could push them back, and say it was just because I liked that you always fought back when we bantered. I love my family, I'll never stop but I need to start trying to live again. You made me remember that I can feel more than just anger towards the world."

"Patrick..." Calling him by his last name just didn't seem like an option after such a touching speech. This time she initiated the contact of their mouths by wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him down. When she had arrived at work this morning and found that giant box, she figured the day was doomed. Now, she has a different out look on the events. One box led to one chocolate, then to one box of chocolates and some boating lessons, which led to a lot of thinking and finally it had led to one moment that changed it all. Maybe boxes weren't so bad after all.

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a/n: This was the end. Now for sitting anxiously by my phone waiting for that little ding telling me I have a new email, that happens to be a review alert. I like that this story was light and fluffy compared to some of my others. I enjoyed writing it. *wink wink*