A/N Personal life has been hectic and haven't written in awhile so I apologize for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy.

Don't own The Mentalist or the characters.

It's the Little Things That Count

The fireworks were certainly a spectacular way to finally end this undercover mission and the long reign of murderess and con women Erika Flynn. Seeing that arrogant bitch on her knees was one of the highlights of Lisbon's career. But true to form Erika left a parting gift of doubt and deceit.

"I heard what Erika said." Lisbon moved closer to Jane wrapping her arm around his. "She's wrong you know. About us I mean."

"Is she? She did make some good points. About compatibility I mean."

"That you want me for my virtue? And I love you for your transgressions?"

Jane looked at her with a smile and shrugged.

"Or about the looking at the world the same way and laughing at the same things."

"Well I think we do that, I mean you do have the same sense of humor as me. Well most of the time." Jane let out an involuntary giggle.

"Being fiends for over a dozen years and knowing each other better than anyone else should counts towards a permanent relationship." Lisbon ventured.

"You know Patrick I think it's the little things that count. They're what keep love fresh and new."

"Little things Teresa?"

"You know like origami swans and classic cars or holding hands in a taxi. Those little things that make someone feel special."

"Or learning how to make eggs just the way I like them"

"You gave me the recipe."

"You added the love."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Or sharing orange blossom ice cream?"

"Or sharing Orange Blossom Ice Cream." He smiled that smile that always made her weak in the knees. "You know Teresa I think we're going to be just fine you and me."

"Me too Patrick, me too."