A/N: Hi! So first, I want to say sorry to the people who follow my other stories 'Too much to cope' and 'It all starts with crutches' (read them!), I'm really busy with school! I don't have the time to finish them, next week is vacation and then I will at least continue them!

Then, this story: I wanted to do this story for a long time. I got the inspiration from a true story, but I don't want to tell what story, because that would ruin all the fun. (fun for me, that would ruin all the fun for me. That's the fun that matters!) Sorry for that quote =). So, just enjoy this chapter, it's a little introduction.

Disclaimer: De Mentalist is niet van mij! Which means 'The Mentalist is not mine' in Dutch. Two languages, do you understand now? =)

"Hi Lisbon! I know you don't like it, but I'm going to sleep upstairs, and leave you and the team alone!" Jane sang, while making a few pirouettes in Lisbon's office. He ran away, just in time to avoid the stapler Lisbon threw to his head. He grinned. Why? Why did Lisbon had to make everything so damn funny?

Walking through the halls, he felt that same thing he felt every time he saw her. That certain black haired lady cop made him feel all tingly inside, which was something he hadn't experienced for a really long time, since his family died. How much he loved that woman, he couldn't describe. No, really, he couldn't, it would give Hightower more than one reason to fire them. Or him alone. He knew he drove everyone on team Lisbon absolutely insane, even Hightower, even the coroner who they almost never talked to, or saw.

But even though he loved Lisbon with all he had, he couldn't show it. Or at least, he didn't saw a way of showing it.

He arrived at his attic, and closed the door behind him. He laid down on his improvised bed, and closed his eyes...

Jane awoke to the sound of knocking. He opened his eyes, groaning. It wasn't like he was tired or something, but he just didn't liked the way he was lid of his bed.

"Mister Jane, open the door, now!" An unfamiliar voice screamed from the other side of the door. Jane frowned. That was strange, almost nobody knew where this was, and if they knew, their name was either Lisbon or Hightower. This was the voice of a male. While Jane tried to figure out what was really going on, three armed men came running in, pushing Jane to the floor.

"Mister Jane, you're arrested for the attempted murder of Miss Teresa Lisbon. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used-"

Jane gasped. The attempted murder? Of Lisbon? He? He didn't had the time to be more confused, because right then, everything went black...

A/N: Oh! What did Jane do? Hehe, I will tell you in the next chapter, but first, you review... A lot... (evil tone) Or else... =)