A/N: This is my first mentalist fanfic…and my second ever multi chapter fanfic, so please let me know what you think. I appreciate all reviews and advice on how to make my stories better. It's dedicated to Jibson-Fan as a present for her birthday.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist, or its characters, I am simply borrowing them for my own devices and have every intention of returning them when I'm done.

Lisbon hesitates at the door for a moment before turning to Jane her eyes carefully guarded.

"Jane, you and Bosco, at the hospital what did he say?" She asks quietly her voice betraying her eyes.

Even through the mask that she has so carefully constructed he can see how broken she is. Her eyes glittering from the tears she hasn't let herself shed yet. He wishes he could take the hopelessness form her eyes, but he can't, all he can do for her is try to save her from any more pain.

She walks over and sits on the chair beside him, her eyes never leaving his. Beautiful green eyes glittering, begging for answers he can't give her.

"Well he ah told me to look after you." Jane says softly his voice catching on the lie even though he knows it's the best thing for her.

"That's all?" Lisbon says softly sounding disappointed.

"Yep, he told me if I didn't look after you he'd come back and haunt me, total nonsense of course but it wasn't the right time to correct him."

She laughs but it's a sad soft sound, and he whishes he could wash it away. For a second he considers brushing his hand along her cheek, but thinks better of it instead Jane produces a bottle of tequila and see's the tears in her eyes brim over.

"Tequila" her voice breaks but she tries to push it aside and continues, "Bosco's favorite."

Lisbon takes the bottle from his hands with shaking fingers. Jane watches as she runs her fingers lightly over the label on the bottle.

He thought he could read her, not always, she had a way of keeping him out when she wasn't trying to, but other times he could see right through her. Somehow he hadn't seen this.

"You loved him," Jane whispers softly. It's not a question; not really, he already knows the answer, he can see it in her eyes.

Lisbon's fingers freeze on the bottle, and her eyes shoot up to meet his.

Jane stare's back, bright blue meeting dazzling green and for a moment he thinks she is going to tell him, and for a moment she almost does, but she can't say it. Least of all to Jane so Lisbon stands silently and walks out of her office without looking back, and Jane lets her go, because he knows that nothing he can say now will take the haunting shadow from her brilliant green eyes.

Everyone on the team takes a shot of tequila. Jane doesn't drink normally, but for this he makes an exception. One shot, well half a shot really as he doesn't finish it. He does it for Bosco, for the other agents, and for Lisbon.

He watches her as the rest of the team take another drink, and wonders if anyone but him noticed that Lisbon is on her third shot.

Ten minuets and three shots later, he can see that he's no longer the only one watching her carefully.

When she fills her shot glass for the seventh time Jane reaches to take the bottle from her, but Rigsby is faster. The two men share a silent glance of understanding, before glancing at the other two members of the team. Both Cho and Van Pelt nod in agreement and Rigsby places the almost empty bottle in the closest desk draw.

Van Pelt touches Lisbon's arm gently. "Lisbon, how about I take you home."

Lisbon doesn't even look at Grace before shaking her hand free. "No, all of you go home, and go to bed."

The chorus of objections is instantaneous but Lisbon simply waves a hand and shakes her head to silence them.

"It's an order."

They all watch as Lisbon stands and makes her way to her office closing the door with a snap.

As soon as the door is closed, Van Pelt speaks. "She shouldn't be alone; one of us should stay with her."

"She shouldn't drive anywhere," Rigsby say's still watching Lisbon's door.

Cho glances at Jane then back at Lisbon's office.

"You all go," Jane says his eyes on Lisbon's closed door. "I won't let her drive."

The others hesitate but Jane insists, and finally they agree.

Jane settles himself on his couch facing Lisbon's office. He'll give her an hour, and then he'll take her home, he decides as he closes his eyes.

Less than half an hour after he laid down Jane hears her door open and close loudly.

"Where are you going Lisbon?" He asks without opening his eyes.

"Home," she says her voice slurring.

"You can't drive home, Lisbon, your drunk."

"A few shots," she says laughing.

"A few shots might have been the seven you had with us, but that's not counting how much you've had in your office." Jane says sarcastically as he sits up to look at her.

"I'm fine." She says coolly.

"You're drunk, let me take you home."

Lisbon laughs, but it sounds hopeless. "No."

"You're not driving," Jane says standing and moving toward her.

"Fine," Lisbon growls throwing her keys at him, "I'll walk."

He catches the keys and looks up to see her heading toward the elevator. Jane catches up to her quickly and she seems surprised to see him.

"You can't go home without your house keys," Jane says before Lisbon can speak holding up the keys for her to see.

Lisbon stares at the keys for several seconds before she realizes that he's right.

"I'm drunk," Lisbon says in disbelief as she steps out of the elevator and starts toward the parking lot.

Jane gives her a soft smile, "let me take you home."

"I'll call a cab."

"I can drive you."

"It's fine."

"Teresa stop!" Jane says grabbing her arm.

Surprised she turns to face him, the grief and shock thrust upon her in the last few hours flashes in her eyes before she veil's it behind her all too familiar wall of control.

"I'm fine Jane," she says pulling her arm away form him sounding sober for the first time that night.

Jane watches as she walks into the dimly lit parking lot, he doesn't know where she's going, but knows she shouldn't go alone. So even though she will want to kill him for it Jane follows Lisbon out into the darkness hoping he can catch her before she disappears into the wind.