Chapter 1:
The following takes place in San Francisco, California.
3:45 PM
Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon stepped into the CBI office, after a long meeting with her boss, to find the majority of her team working diligently. Majority is the key word. Grace Van Pelt was perfecting her report on the last case, Rigsby was fielding phone calls, and Cho was sifting through papers in the nearest filing cabinet. Lisbon briefly acknowledged her colleagues before moving past her desk and towards the leather couch placed against the wall near the windows. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors until she found herself looking down on the sleeping consultant. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself suddenly. Patrick Jane looked peaceful in his sleep… and everyone knew he needed it. She turned away, deciding that his "unique" skills were not needed for paperwork.
As soon as she had turned and taken a few steps back towards her desk, a voice came from behind her.
"So, you're going to just let me sleep on the job, boss?" Jane questioned, his eyes still closed. "Interesting." He muttered.
"Not interesting." Lisbon countered, facing Jane with a faint frown. She was in no mood to deal with his antics, so she decided to answer logically. "You need the rest or you're of no use to us."
"Does that mean you're admitting my usefulness?" He answered quickly, his lips forming a smug grin.
"You have the job don't you?" Lisbon replied with a question, refusing to surrender any ground that would reinforce Jane's overconfident nature.
"That didn't answer the question." Jane pointed out, opening his eyes to see his boss. "Do you want to know what I think?"
Lisbon rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. "Do I ever have a choice?"
"Well, yes, but since you didn't refuse." Jane paused to read her reaction, "I think deep down, under your hard exterior, you felt a strange feeling of compassion."
"Or maybe I was avoiding a pointless conversation like this one." She responded quickly, her eyes signaling the end of said conversation. "Now get up."
"Sure, boss." Jane stated, swinging his legs onto the floor.
"Boss, we have a call." Rigsby announced; his hand placed over the phone receiver. Van Pelt and Cho looked up from their desks. "A 9 year old girl has gone missing, presumably abducted."