Mend This Tear

DISCLAIMER: The Mentalist does not belong to me. It is the creation of Bruno Heller. I'm writing this fiction to express my love for the series and maybe vent a little.

Author's Note: The prologue takes place after the events of "Ball of Fire", and before "Red Moon".


Lisbon got off the CBI elevator and walked towards her department. She smiled inwardly when she saw Jane sleeping on his couch, rather than holed up in his attic.

She vetoed going to her office and instead walked as quietly as she could down the hall to the kitchen, setting her bag, keys, and the box of donuts she had bought from Marie's on the table. She turned around to start the coffee when she heard familiar steps walk in the door. Her lips curved upwards. It looked like it was going to be a good day.

"Good Morning, Lisbon."

"Morning Jane," she answered, covertly taking in his appearance.

His suit was fresh, he only had one days worth of scruff, and his hair looked clean.

It was a good day.

"Yes it is," Jane said with a knowing smile. He joined her at the counter, his arm brushing against hers slightly as he reached out to switch on the electric water heater. "I see you've brought breakfast."

"It's only fair. You brought fruit last time. Oh wait, no you didn't," she teased.

"It's the thought that counts Lisbon," he scolded, before gesturing to the bag on the table, "And to return the favor you bring high blood pressure, diabetes, and cholesterol in edible form. You're far too good to me."

"A little indulgence never hurt anyone," she said airily, moving away from him to sit at the table, waiting for the coffee to brew.

"Says the woman who usually eats salad while the rest of us wolf down pizza," Jane stated, leaning against the counter, "You are in a good mood," his eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.

It was true. Lisbon was very wary of what she ingested. The donuts had been purchased on a whim. They were between cases and she thought it would be nice if the team had some breakfast together that morning.

Ever since she and Jane survived Rachel's kidnapping, she'd developed a new appreciation for the small things in life that just made it a little brighter. Seeing Cho's dimples as he laughed at a trick Jane pulled on Rigsby, Grace's lighter steps since she started seeing O'Laughlin, sitting on Jane's couch, arguing over whether being kidnapped excused forgetting to buy the boss an apple.

"Lisbon? You there?"

Jane was standing over Lisbon with her filled coffee mug, offering it to her.

"Yeah, just thinking that I have to finish the budget reports today."

"Liar," he said, steeping his tea. Shaking her head at him, she gathered her bag and keys and took her coffee to drink in her office, away from his prying eyes.

Lisbon unlocked her door and walked inside. Her eye was immediately drawn to a beautiful red apple on her desk.

I should be angry, Lisbon thought, bringing the apple to her face, eyes closing as she smelled its freshness.

Walking round her desk to sit down Teresa saw Jane standing in her doorway, teacup and saucer in hand.

"Just so you know that I'm a man of my word," he said.

"Trespassing is a crime, you know," she told him.

"Meh," coming inside to sit on her couch.

Lisbon hid her smile as she opening the drawer holding the budget reports.

It was the small things.

"So the pain's all gone?" she asked, by way of conversation, opening a file.

"Mm," he murmured, drinking his tea. "Believe me I have a newfound respect towards bovines now."

It would be another half hour before the team arrived.

Lisbon was telling Jane of her plan to send Van Pelt to a criminology seminar as part of her continuing education plan when Special Agent Hightower came in.

Jane didn't miss the look of endearment that crossed Madeline's face when she saw them.

Maybe he and Lisbon should get kidnapped more often.

The CBI Head told Lisbon that she'd gotten a call from a Sherriff Mullery in Vineland County asking for their help.

"It's a triple homicide and two of the victims were cops. I told him you'd check it out but that whether it becomes ours or not is your call."


"He seemed very agitated. I didn't want to put you in a tough spot in case you decide it's something you'd rather not deal with," Hightower explained.

When she left, Lisbon glanaced at Jane, bewildered.

"I always said she liked you," Jane crowed, grinning at her.

"Maybe I'll get kidnapped more often," Lisbon told him ruefully, hiding how pleased she was.

For a reason beyond her comprehension, Jane felt her reply warranted one of his blinding smiles.

"What?" she asked, a smirk spreading on her own face. Usually Teresa could withstand the contagious affect of Jane's grins but she didn't care to try this time.

"I had the same thought when she walked in. How strange is that?"

"Strange," Lisbon agreed.

"Our minds our in sync," he stated.

"Maybe," she said without thinking. Watching the delighted look on Jane's face, Lisbon quickly changed the subject. "Go pack your stuff. It's a long drive and I doubt we'll wrap a triple in a day. We'll leave as soon as the others get here. "

"No team breakfast?" he asked, in mock disappointment.

"We'll eat in the car," she said, biting into her apple with a smile.

It was a good day.

Author's Note:

Okay, to those who've read the original prologue, I apologize profusely. I had so much trouble with this story and ended up reworking the entire format. For those who liked the original version, don't worry. It's the same plot. I just realized I needed to set up some groundwork for it. I guess this is what happens when you publish in haste while you're avoiding studying for your finals. Good news is finals are over, and now that I (hopefully) know what I'm doing I promise to get chapters out quicker, so please, please, bear with me. And maybe leave a review? I can't stress how helpful they are, especially since I don't have a beta.