A/N: Last chapter!!!!! I had so much fun writing this and I will definitely be writing a few more Jane/Lisbon stories. As said in previous stories, I'm awful at writing about cases and mysteries, I'm good at the character interaction. I don't really have a story in progress right now, I don't even have an idea! I need to think!

If you guys have any requests I would always be willing to try them out for you! If you have a request just leave it in the review or even PM me if you need to.

Thanks for reading the final chapter guys! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!

And I'm really sorry, if you hate Michael right now, it's O.K. I do too. You'll see what happens to him... -laughs maniacally-

Disclaimer: As said before, I do not own the Mentalist or the characters. If I did, I would go on set (while filming)... Grab Robin (Lisbon), and push her over to Simon (Jane)... Then point at Lisbon and scream, "She has a crush on you!" And then run off. I would so totally do that.

Lisbon heard a knocking at her door and got up from her couch. Popcorn was popped, wine set out, movies in a pile on the coffee table. Lisbon was dressed in a casual green t-shirt with a pair of faded jeans that were frayed at the bottom. While straightening her shirt, she opened the door to Michael who was smiling at her.

"Hey baby!" He exclaimed, happy to see her.

"Hi…" She replied back, not as enthusiastic.

He came in and looked around her clean apartment and smiled. "Nice place you've got here Teresa, very nice."

"Thanks Michael… So uh, what movie would you like to watch?" She asked as she pointed to the stack of DVDs sitting on the table.

"Doesn't matter to me," He said while shrugging and sitting down on the couch. "But I guess…" He swiftly pointed to one of the DVDs. "That one?"

"Fine with me," she said quickly as she stuffed it into the player.

Then she went over and joined Michael on the couch. He swiftly put his arm around her and she snuggled in, despite her best judgment. She just couldn't help herself. He was a nice, comforting man at times.

He had been staring at her for a while so she finally looked up at him and into his eyes. Caressing her shoulder, he moved forward to press his lips to hers. It started out as a gentle, sweet kiss, but then quickly turned into a more passionate one.

Lisbon was putty in his hands. He was a particularly good kisser and made Lisbon melt beneath his lips.

They sat there kissing for a bit until Lisbon pulled back in the slightest. It felt too wrong. She knew what she had to do.

"Michael…" she whispered, her lips barely touching his. She had to end it before it got too bad. He took it the wrong way.

He began to slowly move his hand up the back of her shirt.

Lisbon froze… Her lips stopped moving against his, even though his mouth was still locked on hers. She moved her hand behind her back and caught his arm just before he reached his goal. She pulled his arm slowly back down and out of shirt.

"Please…" She whispered again. And once again he took it completely wrong.

Suddenly his hands were working on getting her shirt off. He was pulling it up slowly while still kissing her.

No! This was not supposed to be happening. She was trying to stop him, not egg him on!

The shirt kept progressing upwards as he pulled at it sensuously. He used one hand to tug on it to try and get it over her chest while the other moved up her back once more.

This couldn't be happening…

No…

NO!

"Stop." She said, authority and power coating her tone of voice. She grabbed his wrist forcefully and held it in place.

He pulled back, confused.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, barely audible. "I can't."

He tiled his head slightly to the side, trying to understand what she meant. Then a knowing smile spread across his face.

"It's O.K baby, it doesn't hurt that bad." And with those words he captured her lips again.

She was stunned and motionless beneath him, so he tried a little harder to get a response as he successfully pulled her shirt off.

Adrenaline was rushing through Lisbon's veins as she realized once more what was going on. With one swift shove she pushed him off of her and onto the floor next to the couch. "I said no…." She said once more, seriousness evident on her face.
"Ooo," He exclaimed, acting like he hadn't heard her say no. "Violent aren't we?" He stood up once more and threw himself on her, pinning her back to the couch as he worked on his own shirt.

"Get the hell off me!" She shouted as she kicked at him. She must have kicked him on the shin or some sort of pressure point because now he cussing, lying on the floor.

"What the hell was that for?" He shouted at her.

"I told you no! I'm sorry Michael, but I can't do this anymore." Lisbon crossed her arms and got off of the couch to go find her shirt.

While she was quickly sliding her shirt back on, Michael had gotten up and was now standing behind her.

"You little bitch." He said, tone low and menacing. He grabbed her upper arm and threw her to the ground. "You led me on. You invite me over to 'watch movies' and now you're what… breaking up with me?"

She rubbed at her upper arm that was now throbbing with pain from his grip. "Yeah, now get the hell out."

"Oh I don't think so, my dear Teresa. See, I was planning on spending the night here with you, and I intend on keeping those plans."

Lisbon scooted back and tried to scurry up from her sitting position. He kicked her forcefully on the shin.

She winced in pain and tried to run off to the bedroom. Michael followed her in.

"Teresa…" he called. "Teresa there's no use hiding from me." He walked into her bedroom and froze.

Lisbon had a gun raised. "I said get the hell out, Michael." She took a few steps toward him as he took a few steps back toward her front door.

"It's O.K. Don't shoot. I don't have to be with you tonight Teresa, I can always call that cute blonde haired waitress."

Lisbon's eyebrows pulled down into a glare and her grip tightened on the pistol.

"You bastard…" She whispered quietly and angrily. Suddenly, with more anger evident in her tone she screamed. "Get the hell out of my house before I shoot you!"

He raised his hands and quickly reached for the doorknob of her apartment. He opened the door and let himself out, shutting the door behind him.

Gun in hand, Lisbon ran over to the door and locked the deadbolt and everything else you could lock on a door for that matter. She put the safety back on the gun and let it fall to the floor beside her.

Tears streamed down her face and she buried her head in her hands. She let herself fall back and her back hit the door with a thud before sliding down to rest on the floor. She sat there, sobbing for a few minutes.

On an instinct, she reached out and grabbed her phone from the table next to the door. She dialed the first number she could think of… Jane's.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Jane?" She asked, even though she knew it was him.

"Lisbon? What's wrong?"

She began sobbing. "Michael…" she whispered.

"What? What the hell did that son of a… Is he still there, because if he is I'll kill him?"

"He's gone…" her voice was almost inaudible now.

"Are you O.K?"

"Physically, yes somewhat… emotionally, no." She laughed a nervous laugh. "Jane I…" She couldn't continue.

"I know…" He whispered back. She could hear his car starting already. "You need me right now; I'll be over in a minute."

And with that, he hung up on her.

Lisbon curled into a ball next to the door and waited for Jane to come.

As the last tear dried on her face she heard a soft knocking on her apartment door.

"Lisbon? Lisbon you there?"

She reached up and un-locked the door without getting up. Jane let himself in.

"Lisbon…" He cooed as he shut the door and locked it. He crouched down to her level where she was still seated on the floor.

"What happened?" He asked.

Lisbon let her head fall down so that her hair was covering up her face. Jane put his hand under her chin to lift her head back up and to brush out of her eyes the hair that was now sticking to her wet face.

"Well, we were sitting on the couch and started kissing, but it felt wrong. I mumbled his name to try and get him to stop, and I was planning on flat out telling him that it wasn't working. Instead of stopping he just started reaching up my shirt."

Jane made a somewhat of a growling noise deep in his chest, a grumble.

"I told him to stop, but he didn't. I kicked him off of me, but he just threw himself back on me. Finally, I got him off and put my shirt back on. He called a bitch and then threw me to the ground because I wouldn't have sex with him. He kicked me and then I ran to the bedroom, got my gun, and forced him out."

Jane sighed. "Why didn't you shoot him? He deserved it."

"Jane…" Lisbon sighed back.

"Sorry, sorry." He mumbled, standing up. He offered out a hand to Lisbon and she took it to help her up.

What happened next was unexpected. Jane never let go of her hand and just pulled her forward into the sweetest, most comforting hug. She really needed that too. Lisbon just snuggled into Jane's shoulder and let a few loose tears fall.

"Shhh…" Jane comforted her while rubbing her back in small circles. He led her back over to the couch to let her sit.

After she had calmed down, Jane broke the silence. "Are you okay?"

"Not really… I just took a major hit on my self esteem Jane. He seemed so perfect for me, so kind and caring in the beginning. What happened? And why didn't I see it coming?"

"Lisbon, my dear, we all make mistakes. We are supposed to learn from them."

"Yeah but," She interrupted him. "I thought he was so perfect, he was what I wanted. Now Jane, I'm not so sure I know what, or who, I'm looking for." She sighed gently and leaned back into the couch as she let a few tears escape.

"Why are you crying over him? You're acting like you lost someone. Lisbon, you got rid of a complete jerk, you made the right decision."

"But Jane, what I don't understand is why I chose him in the first place."

Jane scooted closer to Lisbon and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tight. She scooted even closer, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Lisbon, you saw what he was like on the outside, you saw his mask. He puts on a show during the first dates to get women to like him. Then he slowly starts taking off the mask to see if the woman is still attracted to him, and unfortunately, you were. You still remembered the man he used to be so you kept dating him. That's how he fulfills his needs; He draws women in with his mask and then takes advantage of them and the mask comes off. Most people can't see through the mask, you included. That's why. It's not your mistake, it's his."

Lisbon just nodded in agreement and closed her eyes, trying to relax.

"What movie are you watching?" He asked to make conversation.

"The Terminator." She answered as she giggled.

"Wow, nice date movie huh? Especially if he was trying seduce you."

"Yeah, he has no taste." Lisbon shrugged.

Jane sighed. "Lisbon my dear, he dated you, he had to have some taste in women."

"Jane…" She teased as she elbowed him playfully.

"Well Lisbon, I'm sorry he turned out to be a jerk. I do hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thanks Jane…" She said before sighing and turning to the movie.

As she sat there, watching the movie, she had her own little movie playing back in her head, an old memory.

She and Jane were just coming back from a long drive into a neighboring city and had stopped for lunch along the way. Jane was eating an apple while Lisbon was munching on strawberries.

"Like you don't know you have major trust issues?" She said, matter-of-factly.

Jane had stared back her surprised. "I trust people, I trust you."

That had surprised her. He was lying.

"No you don't and I don't trust you either."

She took another bite of her strawberry as Jane stared at her incredulously and then threw his apple away into a nearby barrel.

"That's upsetting to hear that… And really, you don't trust me?" He seemed hurt by her words.

"Course not, how many times have you lied to me, mislead me, tricked me. Is that trust? No!"

"Well we have to remedy this, let's do a trust fall."

"A trust fall?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you did one on your CBI retreat... It's when you turn around and fall backward and I catch you." A trust fall? What the hell?

"Oh yes, we did do that… No!"

"You won't?"

"We have a long drive still." She tried to change the subject.

"Ah, here we have to co-workers recognizing the boundaries of their professional relationship. See, you want to trust me, but there's something holding you back."

"Yes," She replied. "You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you!"

"Lisbon…I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens I will be there for you." He stooped down to her eye level to catch her gaze. "I need you to know that…"

The dream slowly faded into reality as she stared up at Jane's face that was focused on the T.V. The light's flashing from the screen illuminated his face and made his eyes sparkle. Jane had always been there for her whenever she needed him, she knew that. And here he was again today, when she needed him the most. And she was sure, that in future situations, he would be doing the same thing. She had found the best friend. She had found the trustworthy, handsome, tall, caring, sincere man. She had found what she was looking for.

"Lisbon? Staring is impolite you know?" He teased her as she continued to stare. When she didn't say anything he tried again. "Lisbon?"

"Hmm?" she mumbled as Jane shook her gently from her thoughts. "Sorry Jane, I was just uh, figuring something out."

Jane turned his attention back to the movie.

"Jane?" She asked.

He turned his head to face her and let her ask her question.

"Why didn't you try and stop me from dating Michael? Did you like him at first too?"

"No, I hated his guts before I even met him." Jane admitted.

"Why?" She asked, curious.

Jane tensed up, Lisbon could feel it. "Uh… No reason." He mumbled. He was stuck in a corner.

Lisbon shot him a look.

"Fine, I was jealous. Well, maybe not jealous, but I didn't like him hanging around with you and taking you away from m… the team."

"Well, if you hated him so much, why did you let me date him? Especially after you met him and found out he wasn't right for me?" Lisbon questioned.

"Well, I wanted you to figure it out on your own. I knew you would eventually dump him, but I didn't know how far he would try to go. Lisbon, I wanted to give you a chance to figure out what you were looking for on your own."

"Thanks Jane, for at least giving me a chance."

"Sure, sure. I should let you fight your own battles sometimes, makes you stronger."

"Well, I succeeded." She said suddenly.

Jane looked over at her and raised his eyebrows.

Lisbon leaned up, and pressed her lips softly to his. She could feel him smiling as he kissed her back.

Jane pulled back and let a giant smile cover his features. "You found what you were looking for?"

"Exactly." She whispered as she leaned up to kiss him again.

The End

A/N: Another author's note!?!? I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to point a few things out in the story without actually spoiling anything...

I cheered (out loud) multiple times while writing this, so it's O.K if you did too. I also laughed at Michael multiple times. So it's O.K if you chant, scream, squee, cuz I did too, while I was writing this.

Think I was going to make Lisbon shoot him? Haha, I wish. That was just a little part for FieldOfPaperFlowers who honestly wanted him to die. Sorry, couldn't do it. :P

And one more little note.... Kudos, snaps, brownie points (whatever you want to call it) to Ebony10 who figured out what Michael really wanted way back in chapter 3. Awesome guess. XD. He's smarmy.