AN: Unfortunatly I don't own The Mentalist. If I did, the whole RJ thing would have gone down a whole lot better. WHY HELLER, WHY.
Jane walked into the kitchen - an empty teacup in hand - and smiled at Grace and Rigsby who were sitting at the small table, a deck of cards spread out between them. They were working the night shift and so far they hadn't had any new cases. walking over to them, Jane watched what they were doing for a few seconds before giving his opinion.
"Hmm, blackjack?" He asked in an almost mocking tone.
"What about it?" Rigsby asked, taking another card from the pile, face crumpled in concentration.
"Well it's ok for amateurs, but it doesn't really involve a lot of skill. Does it?" Grace looked up for the first time, a challenging look playing across her face as she replied.
"What, and you have skills?" She asked with a smile, putting emphases on the word 'you' as if to suggest it was impossible.
"Of course" Jane replied; plucking the cards from both their hands, he added them to the pile in the middle of the table before handing the pack to Rigsby.
"Ok Rigsby, I want you to hold the cards in both hands and picture the card that you want. Any card, but don't tell me. You got it?" Rigsby paused then nodded, confident that Jane would never guess his card.
"Good" jane replied - a smug smile spreading across his face.
"Now i want you to find your card in the pack and hold it up in the air."
Jane hummed softly as Rigsby looked through the pack once, twice, three times before finally turning towards Jane with an exsasperated look on his face.
"I can't find it," Rigsby mumbled "it's not here..." Jane faked a look of confusion as he peered over his shoulder and called for Cho. As he entered the room, Cho saw Rigsby holding the cards and knew he had fallen for one of Janes tricks. Again.
"What?" he asked, crossing his arms to show his annoyance. Jane stepped forward and gestured to Cho's shirt pocket.
"Would you mind showing us what's in your pocket?" He asked casually, turning to make sure Van Pelt and Rigsby were watching. With a sigh, Cho reached into his pocket and pulled out a single playing card. Three of Hearts. Rigsby stood up and grabbed the card from Cho.
"That's my card!" He managed to choke out "How did you do that?" Jane smiled a small smile and turned to walk back into the office. When he reached the door he turned and replied - voice dripping with sarcasm.
"That my friend, is what you call skill."