Jealousy
Summary: A new consultant, and Jane's flirting. For once, the mentalist doesn't see all.
A/N: Random idea. Had to write it. Yes, I know they're out of character, but oh well. You'll live.
Pairings: Slight Jane/OC, Jane/Lisbon (Jisbon?)
Disclaimer: The Mentalist belongs to CBS. I'm just borrowing Jane and Lisbon and forcing them to do my will. (Come on, if you don't see it, you're just stupid.)
When I walked into the office that day, the last thing I expected to see was that girl. She had dark brown hair that curled slightly, nearly reaching her waist. Patrick Jane was sitting on Rigsby's desk. He said something, and the girl giggled like a little kid.
I gritted my teeth and tried to calm myself before walking in. Why did Jane feel the need to flirt with every girl who walked in the door? And even if he did, couldn't he at least do it when I wasn't watching?
"You're really smart," the girl gushed. 'Her eyes are too big,' I thought. 'And so is her nose. He's too good for her.'
I took a step through the door, and called a quick, "Morning Patrick."
Jane turned, blinking. "You–," he started, but he was cut off by that girl.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking me over with the sort of contempt a high school queen bee gives the nerds. 'He wouldn't pick her anyway,' I thought hopefully to myself. 'After all, look at her chest! You'd have to be stupid not to know those are fake.'
"You know who I am," I returned icily.
Her eyes narrowed. Her thoughts were obvious on her face. I could tell she didn't like competition. She assessed me again, but this time it wasn't just to write me off as a nobody.
"My–," Jane started, but once again the girl cut him off.
"How long?" she asked curtly.
I shrugged. "I don't know," I said.
The girl glared at me and coldly flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Hmph," she said. "Whatever." She turned back to Jane. "So, tell me more about what you do." She glanced up at me triumphantly.
"Did," Jane corrected. "I helped people... reconnect with lost ones. Of course, it was all a bunch of–."
"Crap," I broke in. "I've heard that story before."
The girl glared at me, eyes narrowed. "Hmph," she repeated. "Well Patrick, I guess I'll see you around?"
Jane smiled his trademark smile. "Sure," he said easily. Fire flared inside me.
"We've got a case," I lied.
Jane blinked and looked up at me, frowning. "We do?"
"Yes," I snapped, then turned back to that girl. "You should go," I said coldly.
She got up, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. "Fine," she said glaring at me openly. "Bye Patrick." She wiggled her fingers in his direction.
I gritted my teeth and practically spat out, "Leave."
The girl smiled triumphantly at me, and then turned and walked out of the room, snootily flipping her hair over her shoulder again. She walked in with her nose in the air, as if she was a dog, following a scent trail on the breeze.
Growling to myself, I stalked out of the room without a single glance back at Jane.
Jane was... confused. That was the only way to describe it. He watched Lisbon stalk out of the office, headed for God knows where, and blinked.
Cho and Rigsby were laughing. Van Pelt rolled her eyes.
"What?" Jane asked. The word was unfamiliar on his tongue.
Rigsby glanced over at Cho, a strange lull in their laughter, then they both burst out laughing again.
Jane turned to Van Pelt, the question on his lips, but she just shook her head and got up. "I'm gonna go get some coffee," she said.
Rigsby managed to choke out an, "Okay" before lapsing back into laughter.
Jane shook his head. 'Like children,' he thought.
A/N: The end! Review and tell me what you think! And anyone who can guess what "that girl" thinks Lisbon is gets a free virtual hug! XD
Off to take over the world,
Crazy Girl
