Disclaimer- I do not own The Mentalist or any of it's characters.
Yes, I know, bit of a deviation from tradition, isn't it?
I've always been, and always will be, a Supernatural geek, but I love The Mentalist just as much.
(Let's not bring Castiel and Jane together in the same sentence.)
So, the story follows Cielle Russo, the newest addition to our favorite unit in CBI.
(Yes, yes, I know, I have a thing for OFC's.)
And, yeah, if you see similarities between Odette Slessor ( my OC from a different fandom) and Cielle Russo, know that it's meant to be there.
I love Odette so much I'm using her as a cast for Cielle.
Yep, this is Kimball Cho with the opening chapter.
Cielle will get hers in the next one.
So, on with it, and reviews are love!
CHAPTER ONE- THE NEW GIRL
Jane just helped Mrs. Tolliver to shoot her husband.
Well, not directly, but he certainly pushed her into it.
The boss is fuming.
Van Pelt, the newbie of two weeks, watches cautiously from behind her computer.
Rigsby divides his time between stuffing his face with chips and eyeing the admittedly pretty new agent.
I sigh.
It's going to be a long day.
"That's it!" The boss slams her hands down on the table.
"I can't deal with you!" She yells at Jane, flipping her short brown hair away from her face.
Jane only looks politely interested.
But even his expression changes when the boss breaks the news.
"We're getting a new member for our unit-for Jane."
Predictably, Jane looks unhealthily delighted.
"Really? For me? How thoughtful of you, Lisbon."
The boss looks like she might start breathing fire.
"I'm washing my hands of you. You'll be her headache now. She'll work with you at all times."
"Her?" Jane pricks his ears. "So it's a woman."
"Yes. She'll be in charge of you-and all your messes."
Jane feigns being aggrieved.
"Lisbon, you wound me."
"Shut up," The boss snaps back. "She'll be here in fifteen."
She glares at the rest of us.
"Be nice," The boss threatens. "Or else."
We hastily concur.
The boss stomps off, leaving us to our own devices.
Van Pelt looks excited- she's pleased.
She won't be the rookie anymore.
Rigsby seems interested, too.
I am ambivalent- but it will be good to have fresh eyes on our cases.
Jane himself, the reason for this agent's arrival, looks quite happy.
He doesn't seem to realize he's just gotten himself a babysitter.
I mention this, and Rigsby snickers.
Jane looks slightly miffed.
"What do you think she's gonna be like?" Van Pelt chirps.
"Dunno," Comes Rigsby's muffled reply.
"Don't care," I say blankly.
"Dumpy little woman with corns on her feet and facial hair," Jane offers.
Rigsby hoots with laughter.
Van Pelt wrinkles her nose in disgust.
We look up at the sharp clack-clack of shoes on tile.
My first thought is that she must be a relative of some person in CBI custody.
She is very young.
Too young.
But the next words she says throws that out of the window.
"Which one of you is Mr. Jane?"
Rigsby's chips fall out of his mouth.
"Jane, you are a lucky, lucky man," He hisses.
From an aesthetic point of view, I suppose he is.
The girl-there's really no other word for her, is beautiful.
She has wavy, glossy black hair down to her waist, soft green eyes and eyelashes like feather dusters.
She's petite but slender, pale skinned with rose-red lips, with slim fingers and a straight, angular nose.
Her cheekbones are high- naturally flushed with a wildrose hue.
Her long legs are sheathed in skinny jeans, coupled with a black vest that hugs her shapely torso and a leather jacket and ankle boots.
Flawless.
She's probably the most exquisitely beautiful person I've ever seen, but she doesn't do much for me.
Jane watches her fixedly.
Rigsby, surprisingly, feels the same way.
He's too busy looking at Van Pelt.
"That would be me," Jane gets to his feet.
The girl holds out her thin, black-nailed hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jane. I'm Cielle Russo."
Jane shakes her hand briefly.
I notice he doesn't look as smug as before.
"Likewise."
Van Pelt comes up behind her.
"Hi!" She says brightly. "I'm Agent Grace Van Pelt. You must be the new girl."
"That's me," Cielle smiles slightly. "Nice to meet you."
"Wayne Rigsby," He comes around the corner. "Welcome to CBI."
"Thank you," She shakes his hand.
I get to my feet.
"Kimball Cho," I extend my hand. "Welcome to the unit."
Her grip is cool and surprisingly firm.
And that's when I notice she already has a gun.
It's one of the best- a Glock 17.
Russo notices the direction of my gaze.
"Relax," She smiles. "I have a permit and license both."
The boss comes in again, and I can see she is surprised by Russo's age.
"You must be Agent Lisbon," Russo holds out her hand.
"Welcome to CBI," The boss echoes Rigsby.
She personally picks out a desk for Russo-but that might be because it's right next to the one that's Jane's.
The boss shoots him a look that's positively livid.
"Jane, Russo will start her duties from Monday. You're hereby suspended for a week for lack of conduct."
I sigh again as Jane objects.
It really is going to be a long day.