Disclaimer: If I owned The Mentalist, the beach scene in Redwood would have probably been topless. But I don't own it. Damn!
A/N—If you haven't read Ruby Sights, Do it nau-ggh! Or else, you will be sitting there going, "What the…"
Remember when I explained the body count? Well, I missed one! I bumped off someone in the beginning of the story and forgot to include them! XP It should be 21!
Chapter One
Aisha Gleason sat in the bullpen of the Special Cases Unit. Paperwork surrounded her, and she was frazzled. There was lots of paperwork from this new case. Red James or something? Whatever. She thought she felt someone boring holes in the back of her neck, but she ignored it. She was alone, right?
Suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine. Whoever it was, they were getting very close. She turned around to see who exactly was breathing down her neck. However, she was met with an empty room. Gleason shook her head. Stuff like that was happening a lot lately. Two desks kept having objects left on them. Moreover, not just any effects, but specific things. Felix Farstall's desk had been looking a lot like a bookstore lately, but he swore up and down that the books mysteriously popping up weren't his. Oh, well. It could have been worse. Mina Saratago had food wrappers on hers! The strange thing was that it happened when no one was there. No witnesses, no nothing. Gleason and the rest of the team had a sneaky suspicion that Farstall was playing a joke on them. His body may be crippled, but his mind wasn't. He loved playing practical, harmless jokes on everybody, and had the luck not to get caught, ever. However, for all his silliness, Farstall was one of the better agents. You would always see him casing the crime scene, slowly wheeling himself around, taking in every detail. Richard Montlet, their boss, had confronted him about the strange occurrences; Farstall denied it.
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Now, if Aisha had been a little less absorbed in her train of thought, she would have noticed a fuzzy shape begin to appear on the old leather couch. However, she paid it no attention, and it faded quietly out of sight.
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Love? Hate? Any suggestions? REVIEW! BTW, I am basing the new team off the old team. Personalities are hard to come up with! X-P But, if you want a sneak peek, look up the first names. They have meanings that pertain to the character! (Seriously. Do it, and validate all my hard work.)
Thank you, Ebony 10, for betaing this chapter.