A/N: This is my first actual The Mentalist fic, so if you want to help me you can.

Scarlet. Scarlet was Jane's favourite colour. He was imprisoned in his mind, after he saw the death of his family. Scarlet tanager was his daughter's favourite bird after she learned about animals in school. The bird looked like a flying pool of blood with black wings being the dried blood. He couldn't get over the fact that his daughter loved such a beautiful bird. He set the drawing down and sipped a cup of coffee.

He was alone once again, Lisbon never really wanting to go his house. However, when he was alone, he would cry. He would sometimes cry so much that his head would begin to hurt and he collapsed.

Tonight was different. Lisbon, for some apparently reason, decided to show up at his house. He wipes the tears from his face and opens the door slowly. "Lisbon," he whispered. "Come in…"

"Jane? What's wrong? Did something happen?" she asked, as she walked in. She could see the red rings around his eyes and the glossiness of his cheeks. She knew he had been crying. "You've been crying…"

"Y-yes…," he replied. "I think you already know why."

"Yes, I do. Your wife and daughter," she replied. "I know how much you miss them," she purred sexily. Jane gulped slightly. She was teasing him, something she normally doesn't do. "Come on… you know you want to." She knew it would cheer him up, since he was usually a jolly person. He growled. She blushed.

"Your face is as red as a scarlet tanager."

"A what?"

"It's a bird," he smirked, unbuttoning her black dress shirt. She smirked and fiddled with his jeans, unbuttoning them. She took off his shoes and threw them on the floor. He decided to sit down on the floor; she held onto his hands and followed them there. He then took her white undershirt off, exposing her bra. "I suspect your boobs are plump and soft," he joked.

"Mmm…," she blushed and took his boxers off, exposing his member. It was already hard. He blushed and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off with her underwear. He unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts. She took off his shirt, going gaga over his firm chest. "Wow… your chest is so firm and muscular."

"Yes…," he growled. "You can do whatever you want to me." He lied down on the floor, so he wouldn't hurt her (she did have a small frame). She lied down on top of him, wrapping her arms around him. He touched her breasts, shuddering while doing so. "Mmm…"

"Come on! You know you want to!" she growled.

"Sure thing, Teresa." He called her by her first name, which was unusual. He penetrated and thrust hard, almost knocking her off, but she held on tightly. The two moaned loudly. The climax was reached, and he ejaculated. It was already over. He sat up and slowly pushed her out.

"WOW, PATRICK!" she growled loudly. "That was amazing!" she couldn't stop shuddering.

"I KNOW!" he moaned loudly. "I'm tired," he lied back down and collapsed, satisfied. He had never seen someone so beautiful before, other than his wife. Sex definitely took his mind off her. She crawled near him and the two stared at each other.

"This was hell of a lot better than Mashburn," she said.

He loved her, indeed. There was no denying it. All of the co-workers saw the two kissing and flirting with each other. It was the cutest thing. When the two got mad at each other, they would make up for it, in whatever way they could.

The two were perfect together.

A/N: Continue? :D