Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Mentalist' or 'The Craft' but a girl can dream right?

Hey, This is my first Fic ever, so go easy on me :) any comments and advice are appreciated! Basically the idea for this story came about after watching 'The Craft' purley to see Robin Tunney in action and well.. Red Craft was born. For anyone who doesint know the Film the craft, well basically it is about witches, so the Craft + The Menatalist = Lisbon as a witch and hopefully a lot of fun. let me know if you want more!

Patrick Jane spent a vast amount of his time observing. He prided himself on his ability to pick up on details he could use to defraud those around him. Since the first day he stepped into

the CBI building however and became acquainted with a certain petite brunette agent, the consultant had found himself mystified. This is what had lead to his current fascination with

Special Agent Teresa Lisbon and was what caused him to spend his days eyeing her cautiously from a restful position on his favourite leather couch. There was defiantly something

unique about her that was clear, but it was more than her undeniable wit, her indisputable strength or her stern take no prisoner philosophy. No, Jane's fascination with his boss had

more to do with the fact that in some moments he could swear her eyes were a subtle brown rather than the striking green he had become so fond of.

She couldn't deny that ever since ever since the brazen consultant had joined her team Lisbon had been forced to be more conservative with her abilities. Since her time at St. Benedict's

Catholic school she had learnt that absentmindedly moving objects with her telekinetic powers was generally a bad idea, especially now that she was being tailed daily by someone who

was paid to notice when things where out of the ordinary. It had taken a few weeks of Jane being on her team for Lisbon to realise that he watched her more than he did the others, and

she was amazed that he had not picked up on the super natural ease at which she took down assailants twice her size. She pegged it to his wholehearted scepticism of anything

clairvoyant or otherworldly and remained convinced that he was none the wiser. Looking towards the mountain of paper work she had obtained courtesy of her consultant she sighed and

focused her eyes towards a pen. She watched it hover until she decided better of it, noticing the blinds in her office slightly ajar. Reaching over to grab it from where it had clattered back

down onto the desk, she got to work.

There was little for Jane to entertain himself with that afternoon, as the team worked languidly around him. They were occupied with tying up loose ends and completing reports from a

previous case while the subject of his musings was currently tucked away in her office, probably buried under a pile of Jane induced paper work he assumed.

This allowed him the opportunity to revisit suspicions that he had been hoarding away for some time now.

If you like the story let me know :) and ill deffinatly update! Thanks guys.