Hello fello Mentalist lovers! I really think these 2 make a really cute couple, and I wanted some romance.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist. I do not own whatever show the idea for the quiz came from. Not quite sure which show it was, I just remembered it.
Red Prank and Honey
Patrick Jane lay on his usual tan couch, a pillow over his face as though he were suffering the relapse of a hangover. But, those close to him knew all to well that he was just too darn good for one of them. Nothing more than a minor tap ever graced HIS temple.
"Lisbon!" his voice was muffled, yet the brunette came over, almost as though she was listening for her name.
"What's it this time, Jane?" her voice was gruff, yet there was an undercurrent of something that even the 'psychic' couldn't read.
"I've got a test-" due to the muffling the pillow caused, the girl pushed it off and stared into his clear eyes. "-for you," he finished, his face slightly apathetic, as though he was trying to wipe his face of whatever feeling he had on there before. She scowled.
"We're in the FBI, we don't have time for jokes and quizes!" she sighed, a slight smile gracing her face. He gave a crooked grin, his right eye squinting because of it.
"No, no, consider this training," he whispered. She knew she'd regret this, but she asked anyway.
"How so?"
"Well, you'll see…"
"Fine, but make it quick," Jane sat up straight and his face lit up like he was just five.
"Okay, rules, everyone, everywhere, and everything needs rules. Rule number one, don't think. Rule number two, if you're listening, you're thinking, so stop it. Here we go. I'm going to ramble off questions, and I want you to answer them without thinking about it. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Okay, stop thinking… now! Whisky or beer?"
"Whisky."
"Sky or ground."
"Sky."
"Knife or Gillette?"
"Knife."
"Straight or curly?"
"Straight." His smile began to falter.
"Gold or silver?"
"Gold."
"Briefs or boxers?"
"What?"
"Eh-eh, don't think," he chided, shaking a finger at her.
"Okay, briefs." The smile now seemed fake, as it stayed numbly plastered to his face.
"Ah, well, that was fun," he said, standing up and giving a quick bow. Lisbon turned her head sideways and gave him a what-the-heck look.
"What was that all about?" She paused as Patrick turned his head ever so slightly so his right ear was turned towards her. "I mean, could you explain?"
"Hey, we got a case!" Cho shouted, almost happily, entering the room. The two turned towards him, and then looked at each other again, locking eyes for a split second before Lisbon broke the link out of nervousness. With a flourish of sunshine curls and cologne that was so hardly there, it could only be smelt as he passed you, Patrick Jane was standing beside her, his right hand on her right shoulder, his mouth inches from her ear. His instincts kicked in as he felt her heart rate increase ever so slightly and her lips part as though meaning to say something, but not quite daring to.
"Maybe I'll explain later," he whispered, noticing her hair smelt of a mixture of whisky and honey-nut shampoo. It tickled his nose, and fizzled his senses. He straightened and turned, walking off towards the others in a flourish of his cologne. His nose itched violently and he felt his stomach heave itself into last night's upside down position. He felt his sinuses tear themselves into pieces and burn as if on fire.
"Okay, here's the case," Cho slammed the manila folder down on Van Pelt's desk, scaring the redhead. "One of the missing people we've been trying to find, that young girl…"
"Mia Carter," the redheaded newbie piped up.
"Yes, that's the one. She's been found, killed. It seems as though she's been stung by bees, may be incident, may be murder, we're not sure yet," he finished, leaning against the desk. Lisbon, who was right next to Patrick Jane, sensed him straighten up slightly at the word 'bees'.
"Where is it?" Rigsby, the final fifth member of their team asked. Cho gave a slightly grim smile.
"I'll drive."
The overcast and melancholy clouds grimaced down at the CBI team, watching their trek through the tall grass to the dead body, taped off by yellow. Jane somehow manage to lag behind, stepping gracefully onto every pile of grass to avoid the mud that had recently been create due to the rain that had pounded the dead body hours before being found. The other four were already examining the body, forgetting they were missing a 'psychic'. Soon, though, he joined the group of onlookers. He looked down at the body, and then kneeled like a frog over her body. Her eyes were wide-open, blank, and red vines snaked across the once-vibrant green in the middle. Her lips were pursed closed, as though trying to keep something in.
"Sounds like it's going to rain again," Van Pelt muttered as she kneeled down across from Jane, her face showing her apparent sadness for the incident. Jane had already noticed the sound of thunder, but had realized it came from too close. Absently, he groped around the ground with his hand, looking for a stick.
"That's no rain," Jane muttered, gently using the stick he found to make the victim's jaw drop. A bee slowly droned out of her mouth, followed by three others. He stood, backing away and avoiding the bee's trail by a wide girth. The others looked over just in time to notice where the bees came from. As soon as the bees were well gone, Jane knelt down once more to scrutinize the girl's face. After a moment he gently nudged her head over, revealing the nape of her neck. There was a line where there was an apparent lack of red hair. "That was murder."
Bwa-ha-ha, oh yes, a murder so foul! I hope you liked it and please review!
