HYPNOTIZED

A/N: I don't own The Mentalist or any of its characters. Any resemblance to other fanfic stories is purely coincidental. Lots of fluff and some angst.

Chapter 1

Lisbon's POV

She can't move. Her arms are cold, and she wants to turn around and snuggle into the heat radiating from behind her. Why can't she move? Slowly she opens her eyes to the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. She feels so groggy and her eyelids are so heavy. She looks down to see why she's pinned on her side and notices a male hand holding both of hers against her chest. This man is spooning her snuggly. She closes her eyes… it's not Marcus… he's in Switzerland, has been for three months now working on a big case. Her brain is racing but she can't remember anything about last night. She gathers up her courage and opens her eyes again. Her adrenaline clearing the sleep from her head quickly and allowing her to focus on the hand holding hers.

She knows that hand… the wedding ring… it's Jane's. She felt the cold panic race through her body. What was she doing in bed with Jane? She slowly extricated herself from him and rolled off the bed. He was still soundly asleep, she watched as he adjusted his position onto his stomach and the comforter slid down to reveal that he was wearing his boxers. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked down at herself… she was wearing a t-shirt and underwear. That was a good sign. She grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor and a bra from the top of her dresser and quickly left the room. In the hallway leading out her bedroom, she found Jane's dress shirt and a little further down, his suit jacket and his pants.

She started to feel sick. No… she did not have sex with Jane last night. It was impossible. She would remember. There was a perfectly good explanation and once he woke up, he would explain. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted his belt by the door and her pants and felt tears sting her eyes. This is crazy. They had to have been quite drunk. There's no way she had sex with him. She would remember something like that. Then she spotted the shirt she was wearing yesterday on the couch and her bra was stuffed in the cushions. This can't be happening, why can't she remember? She looked around the room and noticed the take-out containers on the coffee table, an empty bottle of wine, and a few beer cans… that would explain her splitting headache.

She put on her jeans and bra and headed back to her room with all the clothes and put his neatly on the back of the chair. Then she stared at him, not knowing what to do. Why didn't he wake up… he's usually such a light sleeper and an insomniac? She went into the washroom to check on herself, looking for signs of her nocturnal activities with Jane last night, but couldn't find any. She looked in the trash can for a condom or wrapper and then around her room and didn't find a trace of one anywhere. She felt a bit better because she always used a condom when having sex – she'd never done it without one.

She took a deep breath and decided it was time to wake him up and see what he had to say for himself.

Jane's POV

'Jane, Jane… wake up. Jane! Jane!' Why is Lisbon yelling at him? He's having such great sleep. He hasn't felt this rested since being on the island.

"Lisbon, please, let me sleep…" he muttered and snuggled back into the comfy bed.

Bed? Why is he in a bed? If Lisbon is waking him up, he would be on his couch in the bullpen or his Airstream, but she would be outside, not standing this close. His eyes popped open and he saw her legs right by the bed. He sat up abruptly and realized that he was half-naked, except for his boxers.

"Lisbon?" he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to clear his mind. "Where am I and where are my clothes?"

"Oh god! You don't remember, either?" she asked, and he could hear the agitation in her voice.

"Huh… no," he replied looking up at her and around the room.

"You're in my bedroom," she said, biting her lip, her beautiful green eyes looking troubled.

His mind started racing. Did he have sex with Lisbon last night and he doesn't remember. That would be a shame he thought then pushed that thought away. He looked at her face and she looked panicked; gawking at him. Then she started pacing the room.

"I can't remember anything about last night!" she said.

He had to handle this gently… why couldn't he remember anything? He spotted his clothes on the chair. He held onto the comforter like a virgin maiden and grabbed them. Then he signaled to her that he was going in her bathroom to get dressed. He needed to get his thoughts together and he'd be more comfortable talking to her when he dressed.

Lisbon's POV

Oh god… he doesn't remember either. Why? Mr. Memory Palace never forgot anything. He had looked confused, like her. Her phone starting vibrating and she heard Jane's phone go off in the bathroom. It was a 9-1-1 from Abbott… Briefing in 30 minutes. My office. They had to leave in five minutes or they'd be late.

20 minutes later…

Jane kept giving her a side glance as she drove to headquarters. He was quiet and pensive. She felt uncomfortable and tense.

"What do you remember about last night?" she asked tentatively.

He smirked, then smiled in her direction, and then started rubbing his knees with his hands.

"Ah… look, I'm going to be honest with you and I hope you're not too upset by this, but I've been racking my brain and I can't remember anything past lunchtime yesterday," he said carefully.

"Lunchtime? Me too! I remember getting off the elevator and walking into the bullpen and that's it! Next thing I know I'm- I'm- at my place and I…," she said and then paused.

She didn't have to tell him how they woke up together. She could save them both some embarrassment. She was almost sure that nothing serious happened between them and until she knew for sure either way, there was no point creating unnecessary awkwardness. In fact, she was sure that there was probably a perfectly good and innocent explanation… she hoped.

"You were what?" he asked looking at her frowning.

"It was morning. I woke up in the spare room and then found you in my bedroom," she said, thankful that he couldn't read her face.

He started tapping his lips with his index finger.

"You don't remember anything else?" he asked.

"No… nothing," she said swallowing hard. "Jane? Why can't we both remember?"

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out," he said frowning. "Everything will be fine Lisbon. Don't worry."

He gave her a reassuring smile and she felt better. At least she woke up with Jane and not some stranger. If anyone could figure this out, it was him.

A/N: I like how Lisbon is holding all the cards right now and being deceptive with Jane to protect herself. Is there an innocent explanation? What really happened?