This is pretty much pre-Lisbon/Jane fluff. Mindless, but it's still better than watching TV all no, I do not own The Mentalist. Then Lisbon/Jane fluff would be on the small screen, and not just on the Web. It would also be on the big screen… yeah, The Mentalist the movie! Wicked.

The next morning Lisbon woke up in her hotel bed to find Jane using her bathroom. Everyone had had to sleep in the hotel due to a case a couple hundred miles away from their headquarters. Slipping sleepily her battered grey terry bathrobe over her black tank top and grey shorts she asked blearily, "Jane, why are you in my bathroom?"

"Because the water wouldn't work in mine," he replied simply through a mouthful of toothpaste and a toothbrush. Lisbon wasn't nearly as observant as Jane, but she did note his damp hair and the pile of white and blue striped pajamas by the shower door. Bemused rather than angry by his use of her shower, she leaned against the doorframe in order to study Jane in this rare truly relaxed mode. He did wear a pair of steel grey trousers held up by a belt, but his feet were bare and his torso was covered only by a thin cotton undershirt that clung to his skin, revealing a surprisingly fit figure- a pale grey formal shirt and a steel grey jacket which matched the pants were hung on a pair of hangers resting on the counter. But his unusually casual attire wasn't what had caused the easy-going vibe he was giving off; it was more his relaxed stance and the lack of tension in his face, which he hadn't shaved yet.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed," Lisbon commented idly, leaning her head to the side. Jane chuckled as he rinsed his mouth.

"I'm always relaxed- unless I'm hunting Red John."

"You're always hunting Red John."

"Ah, but not at this precise moment." Jane met Lisbon's eyes in the mirror. She seemed so slight, so beautiful, resting against the doorframe in that thick furry bathrobe that nearly buried her in its folds. He watched her scratch her scalp, causing her black hair to glint in the light.

"Uh-huh. But most of the time, it's like you're forcing yourself to act all happy and easy-going." She shrugged uncomfortably. "I like seeing you actually be content for once."

Jane picked up a container of shaving cream. As he slathered it onto his cheeks he commented, "Big day today. We'll close the case today.."

"Uh-huh," Lisbon agreed, walking over to pick up her toothbrush. As she brushed her teeth and Jane shaved she realized something. Spitting, she asked, "What do you mean, we'll close the case today?"

"Oh, I know I, with you guys' assistance, will figure out what truly occurred."

"How?" When Jane only continued meticulously shaving she narrowed her eyes at him and repeated the question. As he washed off the remainder of the shaving cream he confessed, "I don't know yet."

"Then how do you know that it'll happen today?" Lisbon sat down onto the counter. Jane smiled wryly at her. Thanks to her elevated seat, their eyes were at the same level.

"That's how it usually works."

She patted his now-smooth cheek. "If you say so."

"Very amusing, Lisbon," he smiled. "Now, don't tell anyone. I don't want people to think I'm egotistic."

Lisbon laughed then, long and hard. Shaking her head, she tried to apologize even as she laughed, saying, "I'm sorry; I wasn't laughing at you, it was just the way you said it, and that you've always acted like an egotistic as long as I've known you… I couldn't help it."

"It's perfectly all right," Jane assured her, surprised by how beautiful she was when she laughed. "You should laugh more often."

"And how do you propose I do that?" Lisbon demanded, giving him a dry look. With a wicked grin Jane scooped her and carried her over to her rumpled bed. Dumping her onto it he replied, "Like this," and proceeded to tickle her, stripping off her robe. Shrieking with laughter Lisbon tried to fend him off, but even she tried she knew that she wasn't really trying because if she did she could easily overpower him with her martial arts training. So instead she tickled him back, causing him to laugh. The sound of it, so purely joyous, surprised her. Pulling Jane onto the bed, she laid next to him, both of them breathing heavily. Finally she informed him, "You should laugh more often too."

He just grinned, but there was a faraway look in his eyes. Partially rising, Lisbon rested her head on her hand. Slightly concerned she asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing," he stretched his arms over his head. "I just haven't laughed like that since…"

"Oh Jane," she sighed, stroking his temple with her free hand. "I'm sorry."

"I'll be fine," he smiled as he sat up. "We'd better head out."

Humming he walked over and grabbed a pair of socks and a pair of Oxfords from where they had been lying on the bathroom floor as well as his jacket. Sitting back down on the bed Jane slipped on his socks while Lisbon changed into a camisole and a pair of sleek black pants, warily making sure Jane wasn't making moves to turn around. Then he buttoned up his shirt while she put on a pale pink blouse with long sleeves. Why that blouse she didn't know. Seeing Jane reach for the jacket she grabbed his hand. Inexplicably worried she told him, "Don't go."

"Lisbon, we'll be together all day," he grinned in amusement, but she could see him rebuilding his shields and not even realizing it. She reached up and molded her hand to his cheek.

"How am I supposed to trust you when you won't let me in?"

"You're not letting me in either," Jane frowned. "I've never been able to read you as well as the others… and yet I can read you better than anyone else."

"Right back at ya," she sighed, stepping back. "You're right. We need to get started on the case if we're going to be solving it today like you predicted."

Slipping on a pair of pumps she left the suite. Jane followed, his jacket flung over his shoulder, not sure what had just occurred- a rare occurrence for him, and one he usually disliked. But not this time, because he like what was changing between him and Lisbon. Whatever it was.

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