little_firestar | [The Mentalist-fanfiction] Dangerous and Crazy (about you) (Reply)

Full version of what was supposed to be a drabble (and ended almost 200 words long) on the pormpt ""Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting." [quote byJohn Russell suggested by miss_peg on the mentalist prompts drabble tag

He had looked at the brand new DA, name was Landon Aster according to Millicent into administration, CBI gossip queen, and with a sting of rage Jane realized he obviously was there not to talk about cases- the fact that he didn’t care too much about what happened once they took the bad guys didn’t mean he liked to keep in check with the criminals’ whereabouts every now and there, and knowing who was dealing with whom was part of the process. And dear Aster wasn’t currently working on any cases concerning the SCU, not any Jane knew of, at least.

But there was something Patrick Jane knew for sure. Jane knew body language, and Aster’s was screaming to Lisbon, poor, little and still in the dark creature, so naïve even after so many years in the force, that the DA wanted her… the same thing Jane had tried to tell her recently -just not verbally, only increasing a bit the level of flattering and flirting towards her, adding in the mix a couple of dinners and launches every now and then (which she red as work-related, always expanded the invitation to the other team-members). Lisbon, though, didn’t seem interested in understanding what he was trying to do and to accomplish, or just wasn’t interested at all- apparently, Jane, former psych, broken, hurt, hunted, slightly crazy and with the tendency of getting into troubles wasn’t as good, as husband (or even just boyfriend) material as the DA, old fashioned, sane, and with no shadows in his brilliant past (and not a sea of enemies looking for revenge from his previous life as a conman, that was for sure).

Looked like it was time to act on his feelings, because, as good as the DA was, he knew he was better- for her, at least. Lisbon didn’t need calm, sane and quiet, didn’t even like it, like she didn’t like being sweet-talked into situations . It was just the nice story she liked to tell herself to help falling asleep at night, scared of dreaming- of him, obviously, the man she had liked longer than she cared to admit and she’d never admit to like in the first place because it’d be unprofessional and because she’d like to try to play it safe (trying being the crucial word). Call it daddy issues, she liked it – and him- dangerous, crazy, out of control. She loved surprised and being surprised, ponies and origami frogs and emeralds and rides into flashy cars and blatant honesty instead of perfumes and roses and diamonds and strolls into cliché-ish parks and hypocrisy. In not so many words, she liked, and yes, needed, someone just like him, someone she could fight with, someone who could push her buttons, and not someone like Aster, who followed her everywhere she went, both physically and metaphorically speaking.

But… but denial wasn’t just the name of a river, and he wasn’t talking about his own kind of denial. He was beyond that, way beyond that. He knew how and what he felt for her. the problem was Lisbon, because, as good as she was as a detective (and she was great, almost as good as him) when she wanted she could be the queen of denial itself. And it wasn’t a good thing. It mean that, if he didn’t find a way to get clean about his… wishes, there was a (small) chance Aster sweet-talked her into joining her to another coffee, and the coffee would turn into lunch, and lunch into dinner and then a date would turn into a relationship and he’d be alone and she’d be all alone and with the wrong kind of man, too proud to accept or ask for divorce, sad and depressed and desperate and maybe even forced by flashy DA to be a stay at home wife without asking her first if she wanted to.

He just couldn’t accept it. and it wasn’t just for himself. He was doing for her as well, and, if he wanted to get the girl, and what a girl she was, he had to come up with a plan. Which, unusual for him, he did, and not just some kind of spur of the moment idea- at least, it was what he knew. Lisbon, was another pair of hands.

He waited on his couch to everyone to be gone, knowing Lisbon would leave, as always, just minutes before him, and once he saw her from the blinds getting ready to leave, putting on her jacket, he entered into her office- without knocking, as usual - and went to her, looking at her and then at his feet, faking embarrassment and indecision, and after few ling minutes of silence, he just kissed her, lightly, sweetly, slowly, faking indecision, but not the fear, because there was a part of him that was scared that, as much as he knew she liked him, she’d not be brave enough to accept the challenge, to give a try to them .

So, he kissed her, and he even left once parted panting, pretending the kiss was just a spur of the moment, something he wasn’t so sure about- just to make himself look more dangerous and crazy and instinctive, because it was how she liked it, how she liked her men. He knew it, and it was right about time Lisbon accepted it too, and forgot about DA’s.