You guys would chat about the case and let the ideas fly, no awkwardness between empty silences. She'd offer you to take a nap while she kept watch
Wayne Rigsby
He'd insist on the driver's seat . He'd open the window and keep his arm out to feel the crisp air. You'd talk about your personal lives and keep the talk mostly vague.
Grace Van Pelt
You two try your best to keep focused but you would be talking most of the time. She's a great conversationalist and listener. Lisbon only puts you two together if absolutely necessary
Kimball Cho
He always brings a book and is mostly quiet. That doesn't mean you can't talk to him. You update him in your personal life because you know he won't tell anyone and will give you a complete unbiased opinion.
Summary: Patrick Jane's birthday is around the corner. And you decide to try and keep a secret.....
Content: Patrick Jane x female reader/ no use of YN / pov changes back and forth/coworkers to lovers/semi public male masturbatorbation/ female masturbation/ hypnotizing/hypnotism kink (woops) / Patrick Jane is a cocky SOB/ fingering F receiving. Unprotected pnv sex (wrap it up) / cream pie
An: I'm so happy you all liked my first Patrick Jane fic. This one is a whole lot more spicy so I hope you guys like that. If you have any requests please send them in!!! NOT PROOF READ (we die like men)
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Trying to keep anything a secret from Jane was impossible. But you’ve known him long enough and you wanted a challenge. So when his birthday was around the corner you thought it would be fun to try and throw him a surprise party.
The days leading up to it was what was stressful. Before the stress didn’t show but as the date got closer you felt the nerve of keeping the secret from a man whose whole life is to read people and know their secrets.
You went into the CBI HQ and knew you had to have a reason to be there. It was your week off. So you made a batch of cookies and made him a lunch so you could say you were just dropping in for a surprise.
As soon as you pulled into the building you saw his car park. Damn it, you're hoping he doesn't see you. So you get an excuse to go inside.
Jane was ever the gentleman and would offer to take the cookies up for you.
But just your luck, the observant man that he is, saw you pull in and waited by your parking spot and greeted you when you got out.
“I thought you had the week off.” He asked. He seemed glad to see you. Which was nice. You’d worked at the office for about 6 months. Mostly as an assistant. Taking calls and helping file paperwork and had developed quite a big crush on him. Hence a surprise party.
You can’t blow your cover. Take a breath and be mostly honest.
“You got me,” you looked towards the ground and pushed some hair behind your ear. Trying to sell it. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday.” You held a nice bag with a bow. “I’m busy on the actual day so I thought I’d come now.”
You watched his normally smug smile turn … flustered?
“Oh well, thank you. He took the bag. You… didn't have to do anything.” He started to blush.
“I know, but I wanted to!”
You both stand there for a moment before you start to walk towards the entrance. He went to question before you quickly retorted.
“Oh. you thought I’m just here for you?” You smiled back at him. And walked to the front door.
You turned your back before you could see the absolutely embarrassed and flustered Patrick Jane.
He quickly followed after he composed himself.
Once you reached the hallway before the bull pen you stopped in front of Lisbon’s office. Jane thanked you and said he was excited to see what you had made him.
Once you caught her eye she nodded to come in. She smiles and stands up.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had the week off?”
“I do, I was just here to drop off some cookies.” You look behind you to make sure Jane wasn't about to jump out from anywhere. Once you knew the coast was clear you began to speak again. “I’m throwing a surprise party for Jane.” Lisbon started to smile. “And I was wondering if I could get the team's help.
Jane sat on his sofa, tea in hand. He took a nice sip. He looked over at you in Lisbon's office. He watched you two smile back and forth and he wondered what you were talking about. Ever curious he looked over at Grace and started to speak
“Hey, do you know what they're going on about in there?”
She keeps typing away. “They're probably trauma bonding over how much of an asshole you are.”
“Well this is the first im hearing such a thing.” he holds his hand to his chest and fakes being shocked.
He knew she was joking but the thought of you and Lisbon having a conversation about you made his heart melt. He'd liked you ever since you started. You always get his tea just right and when the team goes off and leaves him behind you're always there to chat.
He focused his eyes and tried to pay attention to Lisbon's lips. But you were doing most of the talking. He didn't have anything better to do then find out so he grabbed his cup and saucer and walked over. But it was too late. As soon as he started to get close, you opened the door.
“-oh yeah, he sure is.” you giggled. Lisbon had just called Jane a devil. And you couldn't help but agree. Knowing this would be so much easier if he wasn't a crime solving genius but hey thats what makes him charming. That and his deliciously handsome face
You turned to walk down the hall to the kitchen when you walked into something…
You looked up
Jane had luckily seen you coming and held his cup out of the way before you walked right into his chest. His other hand grabbed your waist to hold you from falling backwards.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” you say face heating u
Despite the close proximity his hand doesn't move. In fact it moves from your waist to your lower back.
The way his firm hand felt on you is something you had only thought of when you were all alone at night gripping your sheets and wordlessly screaming his name.
“You should watch your step. Who knows what you'll run into.” His fingers hesitate to let you go but retreat back to his side.
“Yes sir.”
Jane was suddenly very happy he had let you go. He wouldn't have been able to explain the twitch in his pants from hearing you address him so formally
You started to walk again Jane now following
“Who's he?” you hear him ask. You look over at him and see him looking at you from behind his turquoise cup.
“What?” You had no idea what he was talking about.
“You were just talking to Lisbon. You said” he put up air quotes “he sure is” you said if you were agreeing with her on something. So someone you both know well.”
He kept talking.
You set the cookies down and turned to face him.
“Have you really nothing else to do Patrick." You say realizing only after, that it sounded ruder then expected.
He turns around to the somewhat calm bull pen “actually no, I don't.” He walks over to you.
“Well unfortunately I do so I'll see you around Jane.” you quickly walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
Normally you would jump at the idea of getting to spend time just talking to Jane by yourself but you know that the longer around you were there the quicker he would find out you were hiding something from him.
Once you got home you let out a huge sigh.
You couldn’t stop thinking of Jane, the way he touched you today. It was flooding your thoughts. You couldn’t think of anything but his hands on you. And how firm his chest felt.
You decided to take a cold shower and try to cleanse the dirty thoughts away.
You undressed and stepped into the shower. The cold water hitting your chest felt uncomfortable but it immediately shocked your system. You stood there for a while letting the water fully soak your body. You still felt the ghosts of his hand on your lower back. You felt like a horny teenager. You did know of a way to get rid of the feeling …
Jane walked around the office trying to get his mind off you. Nobody had been murdered in a couple of days which was good, but bad for his constantly running mind. He had nothing to occupy his brain except the way your body felt on his
He had to admit he had a moment of weakness when he moved his hand from your waist to your lower back but he couldn’t help it.
You were right there and you looked at him with those big eyes
He also couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched when you called him sir.
He was going crazy.
He continued to his little sanctuary upstairs. He was alone and it was private enough. He sat down and tried to clear his thoughts of you.
To no use.
“God, you're like a horny teenager.” He tells himself. He looks behind him and makes sure no one is there.
He hangs his head and prays that this will help get rid of his thoughts.
You slowly drag your hands down your body. And close your eyes picturing his large rough ones.
He palms the growing erection is his trousers
You find the warm spot between your legs and gently place your hand over it
He undoes his belt and finds the result of his dirty thoughts leaking from its tip
You sigh and slip a finger inside and call his name.
He chokes on his breath as he wraps his hand around himself picturing your beautiful fingers
You slowly pump your fingers in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot
He picks up his pace. Sighing your name under his breath. Picturing you falling apart underneath him.
You take your other hand and start rubbing your clit in tight circles to match the delicious rhythm you set. “Patrick” you call out and feel yourself getting closer to release.
His eyes are tightly shut. He’s moaning your name again and again. Feeling his release grow.
You feel the familiar tightness build in your stomach, you call out his name as you cum around your fingers.
He cums with one final call of your name, spilling into his closed hand.
You take a second to catch your breath. For a moment you feel the dirty thoughts roll off your body and into the drain. But almost as soon as the were gone they were back.
Jane hangs his head. Feeling shameful for what he had just done. He feels as though he violated you.
Before he can tell himself not to he’s getting up and leaving. He has to see you and metaphorically apologize.
Of code he cleans himself up first
Once you got out of the shower you wrapped yourself up in a nice house coat you got from Grace a few months back
You plopped on your couch and stayed there for a long while.
You planned on doing loads today like finishing a book or finally sorting through your pantry but you felt your eyelids grow heavy and you let yourself fall into a very relaxing sleep.
knock knock
You jolted and sat up. Startled by the loud noise. You throw your feet off your couch and check your phone for the time.
5:37
Had it really been that long. You must have needed the sleep.
Another knock got you to your feet.
“Coming.” You tell out. Once you got the the door you opened it. Chain still attached.
“Jane?” He was looking down the hall before he saw you. Once his saw you his eyes widened. You only then remembered the house coat you were wearing.
You look down and thankfully nothing was showing except a little more chest then what you would have liked.
“Hey, uh can I come in." He held a bottle of sparkling wine up.
“Yeah if course one sec.” You close the door, Undo the chain and re open it. Holding it open for him to walk through.
“Make yourself at home just gonna change.” he nodded and walked towards your couch.
As soon as your got to your room you closed the door behind you and silently screamed.
I can't believe you opened the door looking like that. Jesus. You whisper yelled at yourself.
You tried to find the best thing to put on. You landed on a black tank top and a pair of pink lace panties and some jeans. You wanted to look put together. Jane had left his suit jacket in the car. But he still had a habit of out-dressing everyone.
You opened your bedroom door and headed towards your living room.
Jane had absolutely made himself at home. He had already found some cups for your drinks. You always manage to break your matching sets only leaving one behind. So two glasses, one marti and one champagne, sat on your table. When you locked eyes he was in the middle of rolling up his sleeves. A thing you always found attractive.
“So what do I owe the pleasure?” You took a seat. And faced him. The couch was small so your knees were touching.
“Well you know. You said you were busy on my birthday so thought we could celebrate now.” in a very brief moment you tilted your head before you remembered the lie you told.
He had noticed. But choose to say nothing.
“I'm glad you're here.” you smile and take a glass. You look at him and hold out your glass. “Heres to you.” He clinked glasses and you both took a sip. It was delicious.
You both went on catching up and telling stories for the time it took for you to finish your second glass
You went to speak but you ended up both talking at the same time.
You laughed and he told you to go first.
“Can I admit something to you?” you asked with such an innocent look on your face. He shouldn't have but he felt it where he did. He readjusted his position
“What's on your mind?”
“I've kinda always wanted…” you paused, your face got red and you were avoiding eye contact. You were embarrassed to ask. A million things crossed his mind of different questions you would ask him to elicit this kind of reaction from you.
“Yes?” He put down his glass and focused his attention on your body language.
“Don't laugh.” You said with a smile on your face.
Jane held up his hands to signal of no judgement.
You looked at his hands then towards this lap. Eyes not reaching his face but, These were all good signs. You were embarrassed, sure. But it meant you were comfortable around him.
“I've always wanted to be hypnotized.”
Jane stared at you for a moment. Not knowing how to react.
“I knew you would judge me.” You said and started to turn away. He reached out and put his hand on your knee.
“Are you saying you want me to hypnotize you?” He didn't think your cheeks could get any brighter but he was mistaken.
He was shocked. The thought of having complete control over you was intoxicating.
“It just seems so interesting. To be put in a trance I… Kinda wanna know what it feels like.”
“Are you sure?” He was asking to be certain. He wanted to see you like that but he knew that was selfish. He had to make sure you wanted it.
“Yes.” You put your hand over his on your knee.
“Okay.” He got into a more comfortable position. “Close your eyes.” He took your hand and turned it palm facing up. And started stroking your inner wrist. “You feel relaxed listening to my voice, you feel it coming through your ears and filling you with calm.”
He watched as you flickered your eyes closed and felt as your pulse started to slow. He will admit it's much easier to hypnotize someone who wants to be hypnotized.
“You feel all the weight in your body slowly drift away. You're falling into a deep sleep. And when I touch your knee you'll be fully asleep. And once you sleep you'll be filled with the urge to be completely truthful to any questions I ask. ” carefully articulating every word. He watches as your body is slowly swaying. He taps your knee.
“How do you feel right now?” He asks
“I feel.. relaxed.” your voice was so soft.
He was in complete control over you and that thought went straight to his cock.
He was glad he didn't have to hide it right now.
“How have you been this week?” You took a moment to answer.
“Stressed.” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“Why is that?”
“I've been planning a surprise party and it's been really hard to keep a secret.” His heart dropped. He felt horrible for getting you to admit that but he was also proud. He knew something was off about the way you acted at the office today
“And who's this party for?” He had to make sure.
“It's for my friend Patrick.” He smiles. He knows he shouldn't keep prodding this topic but he can't help himself.
“Why are you throwing a party for Patrick?” you paused. And your cheeks got red again.
“I like him.” He stills for a moment. He knows he's taking advantage of you in your trance but technically you did ask for it.
“Why do you like Patrick?”
“He's smart and he always drinks tea. He's handsome.” He feels his cheeks blush. “He's just a really caring guy.” Just before he was about to ask another question you started to speak again.
“He never realizes how sexy everything he does is. The way he walks, the way he dresses, and the way his voice gets soft and deep when he's hypnotizing someone. It makes me so wet.
Jane sits back in absolute disbelief. He knows that hypnotism can only make you do what you want. So deep down you wanted him to know you thought of him like this. He doesn't know how to handle the information he has been given
“If Patrick were here right now what would you have him do? He would do anything you want.” He has gotten enough out of you but he's having way too much fun.
“Anything?” You smiled
“Anything” he assure
“I'd want him to kiss me... Hard and fast. I'd want him to grab hold of me and just have him do what he wants with me.
He's getting harder in his pants. He knows he shouldn't be asking you about your fantasies but he simply can't help it.
“Do you often think of Patrick like that?” He knows he is just stroking his ego but wants to know more.
“Yes, I think of what he would do to me when I'm alone, at night, all the time.” He starts to notice the way you're shifting in your seat and crossing your legs. He also sees your hardened nipples through your shirt
He had his assumptions about your submissive tendencies. He just never thought you'd want him to have total control over you.
He knew if he asked you anything more he wouldn't be able to help himself so he decided to stop.
He found a throw pillow and placed it on his lap.
He taps your knee and he watches as you slowly open your eyes looking like you just woken up.
You see Jane's Perfect smiling face in front of you. You feel so relaxed and at peace
“Wow I should get you to do that more often.” You say.
Jane smiles but looks away from you not looking at your eyes
“What? Did I say anything crazy? Like confess to a murder.” You breathed out a laugh. He looked flustered. But you couldn’t tell why.
Once you fully come back to reality you realize that you have a familiar ache between your legs and your panties are wet.
“Jane… what did I say.” He finally met your gaze and his pupils were blown open.
“Nothing you didn’t want me to know.” He was sitting back with his arm on the back of the sofa. At first glance he looked relaxed. But after looking harder you saw how stiff he was. His hands were clenched and breathing was shallow. He also had a pillow on his lap.
Your mind raced about what you could have said to make him feel that way.
One thing he always told you when you were reading people is to look at their eyes. Pupils expand when looking at something you want. And his where huge. There were almost no green showing.
“Well It seems as though I was honest with you.” You moved a little closer to him. “How about you tell me something you want me to know, you know because I can't hypnotize you to tell me.”
He sits back and holds his position. He looked like a picture. Completely unmoving. He was calculating everything. You could tell.
He was looking at you. He could see the pieces fall into place in your mind. He knew you wanted him. And God did he want you too.
He held out his hand and moved his two fingers signaling come here
Your eyes got dark. And you immediately obeyed. You crawled towards him. your arms grazing past his legs.
You grab the pillow and toss it to the floor.
Your face, close to his, you're on your hands and knees.
He takes his hand and puts it under your chin. His thumb swipes your lower lip. You gently part them and you take his thumb in your mouth. Tongue pressing against it. Keeping your eye on his.
He's in trouble.
You're in deep. There is no turning back now. You swirled your tongue against his thumb and let it go with a kiss.
He moved towards you and cupped your face. You feel the wetness you left behind oh his thumb, oh your jaw.
He leaned in and stopped an inch away from your face. He was testing the waters.
“Please,” you breathe out
He moves towards you, finally planting his lips on yours. It was hard and firm. Just how you imagined it would be. He guided you closer and signaled to sit on his lap.
As soon as you did you felt the hardness he was trying to hide earlier. You grind down onto him. He tilts his head back and breathes out. Giving you perfect access to his neck.
You plant kisses all along his jaw and down his collar.
He takes his hand and finds your waist and holds you firmly.
“You're so worked up already Patrick, I've barely touched you.” You say as you pull away from his neck. You look him in the eyes again.
He breathes deep in response. You feel his hands find your ass and before you know it he's holding you and standing up.
You let out a squeal. And wrap your legs around his waist.
“Bedroom.” He says.
“Down the hall on the left.” He walks with you down the hall before reaching the door. He readjusted you in his arms and used his foot to open it the rest of the way.
You were thankful that you had made your bed that morning.
He walked you to the bed and dropped you down on it. Getting a high pitched sound from you.
You sit back with your legs out and watch
He starts by unbuttoning his vest. And he kicks his shoes off. He gets the vest off and tosses it to the floor. Before he starts with his shirt.
You quickly get to your knees on the bed and place your hands on his chest.
“Can I?” You ask.
Ne nods
You start to trail your hands down his chest and back up again. You get to the top button and slowly undo them. One by one.
This whole time he's just taking you in. Still in disbelief this is happening.
Once you reach the bottom button you slide your hands over the lean muscle of his torso.
“I don't need to be a psychic to read your mind, Dear. It's written all over your face.
You shudder at the pet name.
He gently pushes you back onto the bed.
He shoulders the shirt off and he makes his way towards you. He takes over your space. And crawls towards you. You move back till your head hits the pillow and lay your head down.
Once he reaches your hips he grabs onto your jeans. He looks up at you silently asking for permission.
You nod.
He unbuttons them and pulls down the zipper. He smiles when he sees the colour of your pantie
You raise your hips to help him pull your jeans down
“Pink?” He questioned with that trademark smile of his.
“Shut up.” You blushed. When you put them on you didn't expect he'd be seeing them.
He plants a kiss right where you wanted him most. You held your breath but he moves up your body and was face to face with you.
“Tease.” You say
“You should know me by now.” He said before trapping you in a frivolous kiss.
Your hands found his shoulders and you held him tight
He started to grind his hips down against yours
You moan into the kiss. You take your hands and move them towards his belt and try to undo it without looking. After a moment or two you undid it. You quickly find your hand inside his boxer briefs and grab hold of his erection. It felt heavy in your hand.
He pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead to yours.
“You're gonna be the death of me.” He says with heavy breath.
“I want you Patrick.” You say looking him in the eyes and giving his cock a playful squeeze. You watch as his eyes scrunched.
“First thing.” He moved his hand from wherever it had been on your body to your mouth. “Open.” He demands. Which you immediately obliged.
He sticks his ring and middle finger inside and watches as you get them wet for him.
After he thought it was enough he brought them down to your panties.
He moves them out of the way and starts circling your already soaked entrance with his fingers. You grab hold of his back. Digging your fingers into his flesh.
“Relax, come on darling, you can relax for me, can you?” He soothes.
You take a deep breath in and once he sees you relaxed he works his finger inside you.
You gasp, his fingers are so much bigger than yours and it feels way better then when you pretend it's him.
“There you go. Come on. Let me hear you.” You breathlessly start to moan out. He's holding eye contact with you. Drinking in your expressions as you come undone beneath him.
He starts to pull out his finger. Before you protest he adds another. You gasp up into him and hold him tight. Shutting your eyes and focusing on the pleasure he's giving you.
He starts to curl his fingers. Deliciously hitting that spongy spot inside of you.
“That's it, that's my girl.” He takes the thumb on the same hand and starts rubbing circles around your clit in sync with his fingers.
“Oh my god, I , fuck. You-” you throw your head back against the pillow.
“I what?” He asks, playing into what he knows you want.
“you feel, you feel better then. Oh god. Then I thought.
He lets out a playful chuckle
“You think of me doing this to you often?” He's being a dick and he knows it but he can feel your pussy clench around his fingers when he talks. He knows you like what he's saying.
Your face gets flustered. Even more so then your fucked out state.
“If you're not a good girl. I'll stop. Tell me
“Yes! yes, Please don't stop.” You feel the coils bundling up in your stomac
“Yes what?” He's being an ass hole but god do you love it. You've always wanted him to just do what he wants to you.
“Yes sir.
“That's my girl.” He takes your lips in a sloppy kiss as he picks up the pace of his fingers. He feels you squeeze him hard and he knows you'll feel like heaven around his cock. But right now he's focusing on you.
He drinks in your moans as you reach your climax. He feels the pressure on his fingers and the thought makes him almost cum in his pants for the second time that day.
You catch your breath. And look up at him.
“Please,” you ask. Wanting more of him.
“Of course.” He says as he plants a kiss to your forehead. He rolls off of you and you lay there with your eyes closed for a moment. You hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor. And the weight of him getting back on the bed.
He gets back on top of you and he grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head. He tosses it to the floor
His hands immediately find your breasts and he starts palming the flesh in his hands. He starts kissing down your neck towards them.
“You're beautiful.” He says taking a moment to look at you in front of him.
“i don't need to be a psychic to read your mind.” You quote him.
“Oh yeah?” He cocks his eyebrows and grabs your ass. Dragging you closer to him.
His cock now sits between your warm body's. You grind up into him. Getting a grunt from him.
“You naughty girl.” You smile at the name. Before you can come back with a retort you feel him pushing into you.
The pressure of him stretching you out. You suck in a high-pitched breath. He moves his head down towards your neck and pushes deeper till he bottoms out.
He stills above you and you feel his core tighten. He's breathing heavily.
“Patrick?” You grab his shoulder.
“You feel so.. good just… give me a second.” You clenched around him and he bites your ear.
He lifts his body on one forearm and starts thrusting above you. His free hand finds your waist for leverage.
He feels so good. He's gliding in and out so perfect. His cock filling you like it is meant to.
“You look perfect like this” he's starting down at you taking in your fucked out state. His pace isn't crazy fast. But it's deep and hard.
You grab under his arms and hold his shoulders. Feeling the muscle strain of holding himself up.
He stops moving.
“Damn it.” His forehead is pressed to yours. “You just feel so good.” You're flattered that you could bring such a smart mouthed man to such a state. You wondered what else you could make him do.
You brought him close. And moved your hips up and sideways. He got the hint and flipped over.
You lined yourself back up and sank down with a sigh.
Jane out his hands behind and head and looked up at you with his smug smile. It made you want to fuck that look right off him.
You put your hands down in his chest and moved your hips in a circle. Testing the waters.
You adjusted your thighs and started to move. The new position made him go much deeper than before and it felt perfect. You shut your eyes focusing on the feeling.
“Oh look at you. You look so good up there riding me.
“Fuck o-” you squealed. He had placed his hands on your waist and thrusted up into you.
“That's it, be a good girl for me and take it okay? Can you do that for me.” The top of his length was hitting your cervix in a delicious way.
He grabbed your hands and pulled them down so your chest was in his. The angle now reaching your g-spot.
“Oh my god, oh my god, fuck. Don't stop, please, Partick don't stop.
“I'm not planning on it.” You can feel him tense up and you know he's getting close.
“It's okay, I want you to cum.”
As soon as the words left your mouth his core tightened and he breathed out your name. As he buried himself as deep as he could and stopped.
You stay on top for a moment. His arms still holding your waist. He moves them up and holds you in his arms. Silently assuring you he's not going anywhere.
You only get up because your body tells you.
As soon as your back Jane's already under the covers. He pays next to him.
You smile and walk over.
Once you get it you move in close and he raises his arm up. You find a comfortable position and rest your head on his chest.
“Thank you.” He says.
You ponder what he meant
“For what?” He squeezed your shoulder and didn't answer.
You were silent for a while longer. Not awkward. But comfortable.
“Did I really tell you that I wanted to have sex with you while hypnotized?” You asked out before you could think not to.
“Actually yeah you did.” He chuckled and you buried your face in his chest. “Come on now you can't be shy, not after all that.”
He was right.
“Did I say anything else?”
“No, nothing important.”
You were pleased. You couldn't handle more embarrassment.
“Oh actually you did tell me about the party you were throwing me.” You immediately get up and look him in the eyes.
Summary: you had been working with Patrick Jane for awhile at the CBI one night you stay late to talk about the case. One thing leads to another... The next morning your gone
Content: Patrick Jane x female reader / suggestive content/ making out in public/ hurt/comfort / kidnapping/ reader gets punched and stabbed:( / confessing fellings / if I forgot something please let me know
An : I am so excited to post this! This is my first time writing for Patrick Jane I just started watching The mentalist about a month ago I'm almost finished season 2 and this man has been on my mind non-stop. If you have any requests regarding this character please let me know but !!!!no spoilers please!!!
You sat on that leather couch with your feet on Jane's lap. The rest of the team had gone home. And Cho had just finished his paperwork. He told you both to get some sleep. Before he left the office.
Most of the lights were off. It was so quiet. You normally never stayed behind, but something about this case was different. You had something on the tip of your tongue but you couldn't quite get there yet you didn't have enough evidence.
“You feel guilty.” you lift your head from the arm rest. Jane's eyes are closed. Like they've been for the last half hour.
“What?” He always does this. You don't know why you humour him every time. Maybe because you're soft on him. Many people think he's a pain in the ass when he somehow manages to read your mind and share it with everyone around. But you never minded it. You were a pretty open book anyways.
“You feel guilty because you need more evidence. You feel guilty because you want more. And the only way to get more is for another girl to die. You don't want that but you need it, hence guilty.” He says with his eyes still closed.
You rolled your eyes and let your head fall back. Right again
“You're right” you hear Jane hum. You sit up “I do feel guilty. We need more evidence. Obviously this guy's a cereal we just need him to…”
“Make a mistake.” he finally opened his eyes
“Right. I just wish we knew where he was meeting them.”
“Well my guess is a bar, but which bar is too soon to tell. Both victims frequented at least 20.”
“We don't have enough manpower to cover every bar in Sacramento.
“So we wait.” he says as he closes his eyes again.
You kick your feet off his lap. Janes’ startled in the process. “I refuse to believe that's all we can do, isn't there another angle something else we can look for.”
He bends over to the table to grab his tea. You wondered if he wanted it earlier but didn't move because he didn't want to disturb you lying in his lap.
“No, all we have is two body's, two girls that look similar.” He looked over at you, then back to his tea. “But is to soon to see if its coincidence”
“You don't believe in those.”
“This is true but.” he let it hang in the air. “Nothing nevermind.” he sets his tea down.l
“No you can't do that.” You moved over to sit next to him. “You can't just keep your theories to yourself.” he raised his eyebrows. “Okay i know thats what you do but come on cut me some slack. I stayed late because I.” I wanted to spend time with you "I wanted to talk more about the case. I know you have something in that head of yours.”
He's looking at you listening to you talk.
“It's just us,” you move in closer. It's like you're trying to get him to tell you a secret that requires a hush tone, even in an empty room. “You can tell me.”
He turns to meet your gaze, shifting in his seat. He lets out a sigh.
“With the two girls looking the same there is absolutely a pattern, a type but what i dont get is the way he kills them. First one was suffocated, next one was shot, it's like he's trying to figure out what he wants to do with them. The fact that he always keeps them for a few days to do god knows what. Proves that he's a psychopath. I just.”
silence
“Just what?” you whispered
You didn't realise how close you two had gotten on the couch till now. You could smell the chamomile in his breath.
You stared at him. He was always looking at faces, always trying to read peoples thoughts and he was damn good at it. You didn't know if he knew what you were thinking. You didn't know if you wanted him to know, if you were being honest.
The real question is not if he knew. He knew what you were thinking, it was if he was going to let you.
You leaned in and he didn't back away. His eyes darted between your eyes and swiftly to your lips. He's not pulling away.
You move closer. Noses almost touching. His eyes are hooded and he hasn't pulled away. You take that as your sign.
You tilt your head slightly and close the distance. Your lips move against his.
His are still. You feel his exhale brush the top of your lip. You pull back slightly. Letting him make the next move. Your eyes were closed. You didn't feel the couch move beneath you so you know he hasn't pulled away.
You opened your eyes to find him staring at your lips. You're scared to move and don't want to scare him away.
“Jane.” You couldn't help but call his name. “I-”
He leaned in this time his lips were moving against yours. It was quick and sloppy like he hadn't kissed in years.
His left arm raised to hold your face. He was dominating the kiss and you welcomed it. You met his lips with just as much passion he put in.
He leans in and lays you down on the sofa, holding himself over you, never breaking the kiss. You reach up and grab his face, sliding your fingers through his hair. He lets out a sigh. And his kiss falters a bit but he quickly regained his composure.
He moves his knee between your legs. Enough to feel the heat but not enough to get any serious pleasure from.
He takes his free hand and moves it along your body. Till it reaches your waist. The kiss had become steady and passionate now.
Your shirt must have untucked from your skirt because you feel his soft fingers sliding underneath. You pull on his hair again.
His whole hand is under your shirt now. His warm hands barely touch you. Like he didn't know if you were really there.
“Patrick” you moaned.
His hand stills and his lips stop.
Fuck
He pulls himself off of you and quickly stands up. Like you were a fire he was trying to get away from
“I cant i,-” he's looking at you, the floor, his eyes are darting all around.
“Jane.” you quickly go to stand up and take a step towards him. He takes a step back lol
“Im sorry i,” he turned and left. Not looking back, not grabbing his suit jacket.
Leaving you alone. In the empty office.
…
The next morning was surprisingly crisp. Jane drove to work in silence. He felt awful for leaving you like that. He just didn't know what to do. It had been so long and he hadn't been with anyone since…
Once he pulled into the station he just sat in his car. Not moving. He didn't know what he wanted to say to you. He liked you, god did he like you. He just didn't know how to react. He wanted to kiss you, to touch you god knows he's thought about it before, but once you called his name it felt… He didn't know how he felt. He leaned forward and rested his head on the wheel.
Bang
He looked up. It was Lisbon. He could tell by her face something was wrong.
Lisbon and Jane made their way inside and the rest of the group was sitting there all except … you
Van Pelt was the first to speak. “I went to pick her up this morning. And when she didn't pick up the phone I assumed she was asleep. I went into her apartment to wake her up. She always sleeps in so she gave me a key, she wasn't there. She never made it home.
Rigsby chimed in. “How could you tell?”
She always leaves her gun in the same spot. When she wasn't in bed it was the first thing I checked.
“Alright, who was the last one here?” Lisbon asked in a calm and cool tone, she was worried but she had to be solid, for her team.
This can't be happening. Jane thought he couldn't believe he left you alone last night. In his haste he forgot he would have been your drive home. In the entire 3 times you've left after Grace he drove you back. All except-
“Jane?”
“Yes?” Everyone noticed he was lost in thought.
“Cho mentioned when he left around 10:30 you two were still here.” Lisbon said.
Everyone was looking at him for answers waiting for him to speak. To say something that would solve this.
“You left your jacket here last night, did you two leave in a hurry?” Rigsby mentioned.
“No we didn't, I did. I uh, left before her.” Everyone looked at his flustered state.
“Okay. We need to know what time she left, Rigsby, go check the cameras to see when she ended up leaving.” Lisbon ordered
“Yes boss.”
Shit
“I'll go too”. Jane followed behind as Rigsby left to go check.
Jane needed to figure out a lie or an excuse to ask Rigsby if he could check the cameras by himself. As soon as he got to the room Jane put his hand on Rigsby's chest.
“I need a favor.”
…
You wake up and open your eyes but it's so dark. You'd think you were dreaming if you didn't have a splitting headache. You go to grab your head but your hands are stuck at your sides.
“What the-” you go to look down, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.
You're sitting on a chair. A pretty busted up one that is. You went to move but the rope was too strong. Once your eyes finally adjust you realise. The way the rope is tired is in the same pattern as the victims.
“Shit.”
“Quite the problem I'd say.” you look up and squint. There had been someone in the room this whole time. Just sitting and waiting in the corner.
“You know I'm a cop, they're going to be looking for me.”
“Yeah,” he sits up, coming closer to you. “And im santa clause.” he walks over finally coming into sight. He's younger than you thought he would be. “If you're a cop. Where is your badge or” he leans in and places his hand on your hip. “Or gun”
Shit
“I’m with the CBI I’ve been working on your case. Your first victim was Kelly Stuart,”
“Shut up”
“She was suffocated. You kept her for-“
“I said shut up” he took a step back, turning around realizing his mistake. You kept talking.
“- two days before you finally put her out of her misery” you were cut off but a swift punch to the face.
Your head whipped to the side and you yelled in pain.
It took a second before you spoke again.
“They’re going to find you.”
…
“Why do you need to watch this alone?” Rigsby asked, genuinely confused.
Jane moved in closer. “She, well we,”
breath
“She got a phone call from her mom that her childhood cat died and she got all upset and was crying and oh gosh it was a mess. But after she told me not to tell anyone.” he moved in closer. “She didn't want to look weak.”
Rigsby paused…“Okay sure.” Jane flashed his trademark smile and went into the room by himself.
It didn't take him long to find what camera and the best angle to see when she left. He watched as they talked on the couch. He watched as you kissed him. He can't believe he left you like that. And to think that might be the last time you saw him, a coward. When he looked up it was him leaving in a rush to get as far away from his feelings as he could. He watched as you sat back down on the couch. With your head in your hands. You were crying.
He doesn't know how he's ever going to make it up to you. He has to find you.
After he fast forwarded the tape and saw that after about ten minutes you left without taking your badge or gun with you.
He left you to walk home alone at night without any protection. He knew you were the killer type, everyone did, they just didn't say anything. And his selfishness caused her to get taken.
“So?” Van Pelt asked.
“She left about 11:30.” Jane stared, and he walked over to her desk, pulling her gun still in its hulster. “Without her badge or gun.”
“Why would she do that? She was the killer type. I never go anywhere without my gun.” Cho said.
“Her cat died.” Rigsby announced.
“So the killer doesn't know she's a cop?” Van Pelt added
“Hey this may be a good thing,if he thinks she is just another girl he should stick to his original time line. She's a strong girl, she knows we're coming.” Lisbon paused. “Hey i thought her ca-”
“She doesn't live that far, only a few blocks. Grace? do you know the way she walks home?” Jane cut her off before Lisbon could finish.
“Yeah-”
“Then we could walk the same way and see if any bars along the way match up with the disappearances of the other victims.”
…
You were starving. You knew only having a bagel for lunch yesterday was a bad idea. Your brain was foggy and your face was so sore. you can't tell how long you've been here or if it was day or night. All you knew was that the man who took you was gone. You heard him drive off. You knew if you had anytime to escape it would be now.
You desperately tried to free your hands but it was no use. You didn't know how long he would be gone for so you had to think quickly. The chair felt wooden and your legs weren't tied up. You knew if you knocked the chair hard enough against the wall it would break. It would hurt but it was the only thing you could think of.
It took a moment but you managed to stand up. You didn't know the best way to do it so you did what first popped into your mind. You stepped away from the wall. And took a deep breath. You ran towards the wall and at the last moment turned your back.
Craaaaack
You hit the floor and curse out. You went to move your arms but it was no use. One of the chair legs broke off but the arms and the rest of the chair was unfortunately still intact.
Leaving you on the cold floor. Laying on your side. You kept struggling but it was no use.
Your looming fate crossed your mind and you started to cry.
…
“We've been to about 10 bars in like an hour.” Rigsby said, sounding defeated.
“No, we've been to nine bars, this one's ten.” Cho retorted.
As soon as they walked in the bar. A kid caught their eye. And he started running to the kitchen.
“HEY!” Rigsby shouted. And started to follow.
“I'll go round back.” Cho said, running out the front to the back of the bar.
Rigsby chased him out to the back where his partner waited, flanking him.
The young man turned around to see he had been caught so he gave up and put up his hands.
Lisbon and Jane watched Cho and Rigsby grill the suspect from the next room.
“I mean how old is this guy, he barely looks 21.” Lisbon asked.
“You're right he's too young to pull this off. But look at him, he's hiding something.” Jane says with his arms crossed. Not taking his eyes off the suspect
“Maybe a partner, someone older like a mentor?”
“Yeah maybe.”
Lisbon pulled out her phone. “Van Pelt, see if the kids got any one older in his life that has a record of violence we think maybe he has a partner.” She hangs up.
They both listen in on the interrogation for a while.
Lisbon turns to Jane.
“hey, I know that that ugly cat of hers died 8 months ago and she was glad it was gone, So what actually happened last night and so help me god if you lie to me.”
He didn't know what to say. What happened last night? He was a coward, he left her by herself after she showed him what it was like to feel something again.
As soon as he opened his mouth to say something Van Pelt came through the door.
“Boss, we've got something.”
As soon as they got out of the room, Jane stopped them. “I'm gonna stay here and see if I can get anything out of him.”
Lisbon nodded and walked down the hall with everyone. He opened the interrogation room door and watched as the kid looked at him.
“Where are your other friends?"
“Busy. finding where your partner is." Jane watched as the kids’ faces faltered. Bingo he pulls the chair right next to him.
“Now, you're going to tell me where she is.”
Getting the kid to spill about his brother and the place he keeps them was easy. He knew the others would figure it out soon and follow suit. He wanted to get there as quickly as he could. He couldn't let you die. He couldn't let it happen. Not again.
…
After you eventually pulled yourself together. You thought about your friends, about Jane.
About how he pushed off of you last night. You didn't know what you did wrong. You can't believe you did that to him. You hope you can see him again to apologise. That is you don't die in this disgusting basement first.
You hear a car pull into the driveway and you mentally curse. You hope whoever took you didn't get mad you tried to escape and broke his chair. You thought your chances were slim.
You did all that you could do and thought about the things that made you happy. Trying to stay strong. You know they'll find out who did it. You try not to imagine everyone looking down at your body.
You heard footsteps. Slow and careful. It was taunting you.
When you fell and broke the chair you managed to fall facing away from the stairs so you couldn't see them coming.
You heard the door open and you closed your eyes and tensed. Your whole body goes stiff as you prepare for the inevitable.
You feel a hand on your shoulder. You don't open your eyes; That you didn't realize were full of tears.
“Hey, hey , it's me, your okay.”
“Jane.” You opened your eyes and saw him on his knees above you.
He puts his hand on your face. You winse in pain.
“You should see the other guy.” You say trying to make him not pity you.
“Are you hurt?” He starts to look over your body for any wounds.
“No I'm okay. Just hurry please.”
He starts to work on the rope of one of your arms.
“Where is everybody, I only heard one car pull up.”
“Yeah about that. I might have gone ahead.” He keeps trying but the knot is really tight.
“Tell me you brought a knife or something.” He stops and looks at you with a face saying the idea never crossed his mind.
“There's probably a knife somewhere in the house I'll be right back.” He gets up and runs upstairs.
“Jane!” You call out as he leaves you downstairs. And just like that your alone again. At least you know help is coming.
Just then you hear another car pull up. But it's just one, and no sirens.
“Shit, come on.” You struggle against your restraints but no use.
Jane comes running down the stairs
“Got it!” He shouts
“Shh” you hush “just hurry up someones coming."
He made quick work with the knife and was able to free one hand then the next. He held out his hand and pulled you up.
When he saw the rope burn on your arms he held them in rubbing he's thumb over it.
“Oh come on, it's not that bad.” There was a silence.
“I thought I'd lost you. I-”
the sound of footsteps cought both your attention.
“Come on” you point to the wall beside the stairs. “Stay here don't move.” You whispered.
…
Its moments like this were when Jane wished he could help. He always felt so useless when he had to stay out of the action like this.
He knew it was for the best. He watched you stalk forward knife in hand. And all the sudden you jump out of sight and he hears the sounds of fighting.
Your out of his line of sight. He can't see you. What if you need his help.
He slowly walked towards the end of the wall and peaked out to see the man on top of you and was holding the knife. You were strong but this man had at least 60 pounds on you.
He looked for something to grab. And found the leg of the chair that broke off. As soon as he grabbed it. The sound of your scream jolted him.
He looked over and the man had stuck the knife in your shoulder.
He ran up behind him and cracked that chair leg as hard as he could against the man's head.
Causing him to fall on his back. Jane looked for a moment to make sure he wasn't going to get back up.
“Is he” you groan out.
“No, We're safe now your safe now.” He's looking to see the wound. You had your hand over it to try and stop the bleeding.
He quickly takes his jacket off and uses it to apply pressure to your shoulder. You wince out in pain.
“I know I'm sorry. They'll be here soon, don't worry.” as if right on que he heard the sirens. “Hear that? They'll be here before you know it.
“Jane i-”
“It's okay, don't talk, just listen to my voice.” his voice was smooth like honey. The voice he normally reserved for putting people in a trance.
“Jane, I'm sorry.” your losing a lot of blood. you're starting to feel cold.
“for what?”
“For the other night, i-” you're fighting to keep your eyes open. “ I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry. I don't know what i was thinking i-”
He kisses you. one hand still steady on your bleeding wound the other gripping your face. He pulls back when he feels you stop moving. He pulls you into his lap.
“Hey, come on, wake up.” he takes the hand from your face to below your jaw to check your palse.
Still beating but slow.
The first voice he hears is Lisbons
“Down here we need a medic.” he shouts out
She gets down stairs. He tells her to cuff the kid.
The EMTs are next through the door and they tell jane to get up so they can help. He stands back. He looks down and sees the blood all over his hands. Your blood.
…
You wake up and open your eyes but the room is light, almost too bright. You let your eye adjust for a moment. You try to remember how you got there but it’s blank.
“There she is.” You turn to your left and see a beautiful blonde man with a gorgeous smile and striking blue eyes.
You go to sit up but feel a sharp pain in your shoulder.
“Hey carful.” He jumps forward and holds lightly holding your shoulder helping you to a comfortable position.
“What happened anyways” your mind was foggy all you can remember was fighting the guy with a knife.
"it doesn't matter, what matters is that your back, in" he looks at your arm. "In mostly one piece."
You looked up at his eyes, he wasn't meeting your gaze, after all this time of knowing him you could tell when he was just putting on a face. This was one of those times.
"you were worried about me," you said slowly. "Really worried." He finally looks back at you and he has tears in his eyes.
"Im so sorry, I-" he takes a deep breath and re centers himself. "I feel horrible. The other night when we.-" another pause. "I just panicked. I hadn't felt like that since. I haven't... So when you said my name. It made it feel so real. I was scared to lose you too." Hes taken your hand and has been gently but fermly squeezing it. " And then the next morning when you were gone. I thought it was happening again. Im so sorry for leaving you like that."
You say and listen to him pour his heart out. You started to tear up as well.
"Patrick," you squeeze his hand. "I thought I was going to die last night. I don't want to die with any regrets-"
Before you could open your mouth you were silenced by his lips on yours. Slow and deliberate. He's cheeks were wet with tears but so we're yours.
The words were to scarry to be spoken out loud but the kiss said all that needed to be said.
