Title:- Are You Expecting Something?

Summary:- "The kiss was fine. There was only one problem." "And what was that?" "That wasn't the person I wanted to be kissing." "And just who might 'that person' be?"

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Disclaimer:- Once again, I do not own the Mentalist, or any part of it. That's a really depressing thought, actually... Disclaimers always make me sad :-( !

A/N:- This one will be split up into about five chapters. The more reviews I get, the quicker I will update! So, if you like this and want to read more, you know what to do! ;-P

Are You Expecting Something?

Chapter One - Anger

When Lisbon had woken up that morning, she had a good idea of what was going to happen. She always did; it was the same thing that happened every day. She would walk into her office; Jane would walk in after her, carrying a coffee for her and a tea for himself. Then, her and her team would either head out to a case, or catch up on any out-standing reports that they had yet to complete and file away. She would work in her office in silence for a while; then Jane would get bored, and enter her office. Things would be said; tempers would be stretched (mostly hers); and things would be thrown (more often than not, it was the stapler).

Then, it would be the end of the day, and they would all leave... except for Jane; she knew he slept on the couch that had been moved from her office to accommodate for his 'working habits'... those being (pretending to be) sleeping for most of the day, and only 'waking up' when it suited him.

She expected these things; she was ready for them. But then... something happened that changed the whole course of her day, and those to come. And there was only one person that could manage to do that, with any outside help. She could even pinpoint the exact point when her day had changed. She could still hear the exact words that had lead to... this.

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It was a slow day for the team... actually, it was more like it had been a slow week. They hadn't had a case in ages, and everyone was bored out of their minds. They didn't even bother to arrive at CBI at the normal time. If they did have a case, they would be notified before they even got to work anyway. Which was the reason why Patrick Jane was exiting the elevator at 8:30, rather than the normal time of 7:30.

They all had at least an extra hour; for most of them, it meant another hour of sleep. For Jane, it meant another hour of waiting alone in the building, for the rest of the team to turn up... and an extra hour to see Lisbon. He tried to convince himself that it was merely for the fun of annoying her, and making her blush on a daily basis. It was one of his favourite things; seeing Lisbon blush. Of course, when he thought about it, that clearly showed that there was something more to his actions, than merely wanting to annoy her. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind. Right now, he was more than happy to just bring her her coffee in the morning.

When Jane entered the bull-pen, tea and coffee in hand, he expected to find Lisbon waiting for her coffee as she normally did. It was now his morning routine to bring her coffee; he couldn't remember when it had started, and didn't think that there was ever a point in time that he hadn't bought coffee for Teresa Lisbon. It was just something that he would always do; just as Lisbon would always take charge, Van Pelt would always be seen as the 'newbie', Rigsby would always stray towards the fridge when he thought no one was looking, and Cho would always have his head stuck in a book when there was nothing to do.

Speaking of Cho and Rigsby, Jane wondered what the pair were doing as he watched Rigsby say something to the other over the other side of the bull-pen. Jane realized what they were doing, and all thoughts of Lisbon and her morning coffee went out of his mind as he set both cups down, leaving his hands free. He walked towards the two agents, finally able to hear what they were saying to each other.

"Okay, you're on." Jane still wondered what they were talking about, and Rigsby's remark didn't make things any easier. He didn't have to wait long though, as Rigsby had noticed him watching. "Hey Jane, you want in on this bet?"

"Depends. What am I betting on?" It was one of the few times that he was genuinely curious; that didn't happen too often. One of the reasons why he was so good at his job, he supposed.

"Ten bucks says that Rigsby can't throw this pen," he held up the biro that was in his hand, "into that bin." He gestured to the bin that was near Jane's unused desk; it was about two arm-widths away from where the three of them were standing.

Jane seemed to think about it for a moment, before nodding his affirmation. "Okay, I'll take that bet. You won't do it though." He was so confident that Rigsby would miss, he didn't even need to double-check to make sure he was right.

"What? You think it's too far?" Rigsby thought he could do it; well, it was actually more like he needed to do it. He didn't have enough money to pay both Cho and Jane. Surprisingly, Jane shook his head.

"No. No, I don't think it's too far. It's the right distance away... you're just going to miss. Not by a lot... but you'll miss." He looked so sure; there was even a small grin threatening to appear on his face.

Rigsby decided to prove him wrong. "Stop smiling!" That only made the grin increase in size. "Well, you know what? This'll wipe that smile right off your face..." Rigsby aimed, making sure that his line of fire was in the same direction as the bin. He readied his hand, drew his arm back, and let go of the pen....

... which didn't land in the bin. Rather, it landed about an inch to the left of it. Rigsby couldn't believe it; he was so sure that he was going to do it. He could only look at Jane, and wonder how the man knew that he would miss.

He shrugged at Rigsby's wordless question. "The window was open. You didn't allow for that." He wasn't backing down that easily, though. Rigsby picked up a pen from his desk, and thrust it into Jane's face.

"Okay, let's see you do better. Ten bucks says you can't do it." Jane took the pen from Rigsby's hand, glancing towards Cho to see whether he wanted in on the bet too. He nodded in the affirmative.

Jane shrugged again. "It's your money." Then he turned around, and threw the pen. He didn't make sure that his shot was in line with the bin; he didn't allow for the window being open... or, at least, it didn't seem that way to Rigsby and Cho. He just threw the pen, which landed straight in the middle of the bin. To make sure that there was no question as to whether Jane had missed, the pen hit against the back of the bin, making a metallic sound.

Rigsby stared in wonder. It only lasted for a moment, though. Picking up another pen, he gestured towards it. "Double or nothing. There's no way that you can do that again." he looked towards Cho, but this time the man didn't want anything to do with it. Jane took it without saying anything. There's no way he can do it twice in a row, Rigsby thought to himself.

Except Jane did just that. Another metallic sound reached their ears, to let them know. Turning back towards Rigsby, a smile crept across his face. "I think that's... thirty bucks that you owe me, right?" Jane could sense that Rigsby didn't have the money... so he decided to give him a part in the plan he had formulated. "Tell you what, I'll give you a chance to win your money back. Thirty bucks says that I can make this shot." That seemed to grab his attention. "Wait here."

He walked away from the two of them, and entered Lisbon's office. In the back of his mind, he wondered where Lisbon was, but that wasn't his main priority at the moment. Snatching up the one pen from her desk, he walked out and passed the pen to Rigsby. "Throw this pen to Lisbon, when she asks for it. Say that you found it on the floor this morning." Rigsby looked confused; it would be strange if he wasn't. He wouldn't be confused for much longer, though. "Just do it." Jane walked over to his couch, making sure to pick up another pen from Rigsby's desk, just as Lisbon walked out of the elevator. He knew she would walk straight to her office, so all he had to do was wait. Once again, he didn't need to wait that long.

Walking out of her office, Lisbon addressed her question to everyone in the bull-pen, not noticing Jane, as he was lying down low on his couch. "Hey, has anybody seen the pen that was on my desk? I could have sworn that I left it there yesterday..." She looked on the floor around her, checking to see that she hadn't dropped it on the floor. At that point, Jane looked towards Rigsby and nodded in his direction.

"Hey, boss. Is this it? I found it on the floor this morning." He held it up so that she could see. When she nodded, he threw the pen towards her. She caught it in her hand easily. Now that that was out of the way, she asked them another question.

"Has any one seen Jane today?" Though she tried to make it sound as if she didn't care either way, she guessed that it hadn't worked as well as it could have done. She couldn't deny that she had a soft spot for Patrick Jane. What woman could?! She thought to herself.

"Lisbon?" She turned around at the sound of her name, only to be met with something flying through the air towards her. It took her a moment to realize that what was sailing towards her was a pen. And another moment to realize that it had completed its journey... and had landed in her shirt!

For a minute she was silent, the shock causing her to forget how to speak. She could only stare in anger at the consultant that had obviously thrown the pen. When she could speak, it was only to say, "... Thank you for the pen, Rigsby. Hadn't you all better get to work? If Minelli pays a visit, he won't be happy to see you all standing around doing nothing, will he?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and walked into her office, retrieving the pen only after she slammed the door on the three people in the

Jane, triumphant as always, walked up to Rigsby with yet another huge grin on his face. "Well, that went better than expected. I think that brings the total you owe me to sixty bucks, right Rigsby?" When he received no answer from either Rigsby or Cho, he shrugged and walked over to where he had placed his tea and Lisbon's coffee. Picking them up (and happy that they were still quite warm), he walked over and into Lisbon's office. He never knocked; the day that he knocked on a door, which Lisbon was behind, would mean that there was something terribly wrong. (At least, that was what he thought at the time. Little did he know that he would be doing just that in only a few hours)

She was at her desk, leaning over a report that was on her desk. He knew that she had heard him come in; she just wasn't paying attention to him. Giving him the silent treatment; like what you would do to a misbehaving child. He couldn't blame her... and yet he knew that his actions just a moment ago were just the tip of the ice-berg. There was something else that was causing her to act like this.

These thoughts entered his mind, in the space of a few seconds. Before he could say anything to her, Lisbon spoke while still looking at the report on her desk. "As hard as it might be for you to understand, I'm really not in the mood for you right now, Jane. Come back when I feel that I can stand to be in the same room with you, because right now, I'm thinking of having you thrown out of the building."

"What's made you this angry, Lisbon? I know you think I'm big-headed, but surely I can't take all of the credit... can I?" It wasn't her words that caused him to say it, but the way that she said it; a unwavering monotone, that seemed to almost hurt his ears. It was so different to her normal voice; the voice that was one of the only things that coaxed a real smile to appear on his lips.

She glanced up at his words; upon seeing that he was holding her morning coffee in his hand, she felt a little better towards him. She took the foam cup from his hand and took a sip, revelling in the sensation of the warm liquid running down her throat. "Thank you for the coffee, Jane. Now get out."

They both knew that Jane had no intention of doing that; though he hid it well. "Not until you answer my question. What's made you so angry that you would stress over the littlest thing..." Before she knew what had happened, he had worked it out. "You have a date tonight, don't you?"

Though she would never admit it to him, she found it fascinating that he could work out anything, just by studying a room, an object or someone's body language; just one of the many things that fascinated her about Patrick Jane. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She answered too quickly, which was an obvious sign that she was lying. She could see in his eyes that he had seen through her lie. "Okay. So I have a date. So what?"

Jane didn't stop there. "You have a date tonight... and you have nothing to wear." She didn't ask why or how he knew that; there was no point any more in asking why when Jane was around. "Which is why you were late this morning, and why you coffee isn't as hot as normal." Well, he had once again succeeded in hitting the nail on the head. He had a knack for doing that; especially when it came to her.

She could feel the anger beginning to rise in her body again. "Thank you for reminding me about that. I think I've more than answered you question. So get out." She looked back down to her desk, making him know that this time she meant it.

Jane realized that she meant what she said. "Okay Lisbon. I understand. Let me know how the date goes." He gave her a parting smile, which he knew she noticed, before leaving her office. He meant to leave it at that... only a thought suddenly popped into his head. Walking back in, he asked Lisbon one more question. "Lisbon, we don't have any outstanding cases, do we?"

Lisbon looked up, the stress clearly showing on her face. "No Jane, but I do have a lot of outstanding reports that I need to take care of..."

"They can wait. Grab your coat." He walked around to the back of her desk and pulled her arm. Before she knew what was happening, she was being pulled out of her office by Jane. She just had time to grab her jacket, before the door closed behind her.

"Jane! What are you doing?!" He dragged her into the elevator, that had just been vacated by Van Pelt. She could only stare in confusion, as she saw Jane and Lisbon disappear behind the elevator doors. Only when the doors were closed, did Jane answer her question.

"I'm taking you shopping, Lisbon." The smile on his face, told her that this was more than likely going to be more than fun for him. For her, this was another moment to add to the list of why she should think about killing Patrick Jane.

A/N:- So, there you have it, first chapter done. If you liked it, send a review... if you didn't like it, send a review. I promise that the next few chapters will be better if you didn't.

A/N:- Unrelated note:- the pen scenario... actually happened to me! No word of a lie! I was in class and someone threw a pen from the other side of the room... and it landed in my shirt! :-P One of the funniest moments of my school life. Anyway, random moment over. I hoped you enjoyed it, and the next chapter should be up soon.