Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction. I am a technical writer, so it was a bit difficult for me to not number my paragraphs… The machines I write about don't talk either.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist, but I sure wish I did.

Red Faced

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Teresa Lisbon loved her job. She was good at what she did, and she truly enjoyed going into work every day. She liked her team, and looked forward each day to seeing a certain blond male with a killer smile. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she enjoyed the verbal sparring with Patrick Jane.

"Morning everyone" Lisbon said as she placed the box of bagels on the table. The team briefing had turned into a Friday tradition. Bagels for meeting; doughnuts were reserved for when they solved a case. They sat about the small conference table and discussed the cases that had occurred during the past week and closed any loose ends as needed. As normal, Jane had his cup of tea, while Lisbon, Rigsby, and Van Pelt had coffee. Cho had already started on his second Diet Pepsi.

So Rigsby, how was the arson training class?" asked Lisbon.

Great! I really learned a lot. It would be worth sending Cho and Van Pelt next time boss, said Rigsby, in between munching on his third bagel.

"Well, at least the food supply lasted a bit longer while you were gone" smiled Lisbon. "You missed a double homicide case, but it was solved really quick. It only took Jane a few hours to figure the husband for it".

As Jane explained the case to Rigsby while the team munched away "And then when the husband walked in and caught her with her paramour, he just lost it and killed them both".

Rigsby had a confused look on his face. Just as Jane took a sip of tea he blurted out "He killed his wife over a power mower? What the heck was she doing to it?"

The whole team paused, dumbfounded and amused. Jane ended up snorting tea out his nose and spraying it all over Lisbon's blouse as he helplessly collapsed in laughter. "Not power mower – paramour" he laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

He grabbed a napkin off the table and patted at Lisbon's blouse, which caused her to grab the napkin back and yell "Hey, watch it".

Rigsby's face was bright red as he asked "OK, so what's a paramour?"

"You know, like a lover, except a bit more…" Jane started.

"Naughty" chimed in Cho.

"Illicit!" echoed Van Pelt.

"16 will get you 20 illegal!" added Lisbon.

"Oh" stammered Rigsby. "Well, why didn't you say that in the first place?"

Lisbon patted Rigsby fondly on the back. "Thanks Rigsby, I'm glad your back…"

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