This has been bugging me for days. Or weeks even. Now I had to write it down before being able to continue with "One in a Million".

It's just a little snapshot in time, even though I begin to warm up to the idea to add more to this and to let them meet again some day...

I totally stole the title from a Depeche Mode song, it seemed fitting. So, the title isn't mine, just as The Mentalist isn't mine.

A tough homicide case involving a kid.

Wrought-up emotions.

The blue-eyed consultant picks a fight.

A shabby motel room.

A knock at her door.

He comes to apologize.

And stays for more.

Lisbon knows she shouldn't do this.

But...

Mmh...

It feels so good.

So right.

Afterward, Jane studies her face for half an eternity.

She finally blinks.

Looks away.

Tries to hide what's going on inside her head, inside her heart.

"You think this was a mistake," he states, seeming almost untroubled by the realization.

Almost.

"I think we should make sure that it doesn't happen again," she tells him, evasively.

Her soul screams silently and suggests to take the words back.

She watches him get out of her bed and gather up his clothes from the floor.

Putting on his pants, he steals another kiss.

He clings to her like a man drowning.

She savors his delicious touch.

Her resolve falters.

No word escapes her mouth.

He turns his back on her as he walks toward the door.

She doesn't tell him that his shirt is still gracing the end of her bed.

A keepsake.

She'll pick it up later and breathe in his scent.

She doesn't stop him from leaving the room.

But she considers changing her mind after he is gone.

Tomorrow.

But she doesn't see him the next day.

Or the days and weeks and months afterward.

It is as if her words erased his mere existence.

It was a mistake.

Not sleeping with him.

Letting him slip away from her so easily.

More?