This is my first fan fiction! I decided after reading a bunch of The Mentalist fictions I wanted to join in on the fun.
The Mentalist doesn't belong to me. If it did I would probably not be sticking to these awesome fan fictions to aid my craving for The Mentalist.
I remember meeting that grinning fool I came to know as Patrick Jane. A mentalist he was called, one who uses mental acuity, hypnosis and or suggestion to understand people. He used to be one of those fake psychics you would see on during the afternoon when everyone was at work or at three am and I was told he was quite good and very happily married with a wife and child. Then one fateful day he toyed with a serial killer and now he's filled with revenge and alone.
He came in to my office in a grey three piece suit and a smile on his face. I remember looking at him and in that instant knew he was something special. He pulled up a chair to the other side of my desk and flashed me a killer smile.
"Hi I'm Patrick." he said quite humbly and I just nodded and returned my eyes to my paper work hoping that he understood who was the one in charge here. "You can just call me Jane though." he offered. I looked back up at him. "And you must be-"
"Teresa Lisbon." I replied back and quickly went back to my paperwork noticing how penetrating his eyes were. The man could just look at you and know your secrets and that instantly made me clench up. I did not need any of my secrets reviled
"So I guess we'll be working together?" he offered as I gave a nod and he just flashed another wicked smile. I looked back up at him and tilted my head.
"Anything else you need?" I offered he then stood up extending his hand for me to shake in some sort of peace offering I assumed. I shook it and he smiled shaking his head.
"No Ma'am." he replied. "Just know I'll be around if you get stuck on a case." he explained I nodded and then my phone rang. I looked down at it and answered.
"Lisbon." I replied and quickly hung up the phone. "Well mister Jane, I guess we'll be seeing how good you are." I said with a smile and he just grinned back.
"Cho! Rigsby!" I yelled as my two agents quickly jumped from their desks. "We got a murder lets go." I barked tossing the keys to Cho.
"Got it boss!" Cho said tossing the keys to Rigsby as Jane quickly maneuvered in intercepting the keys. Cho and Rigsby's eyes instantly set on Jane's who just gave a humble smile jingling the keys.
"Can I drive?" he offered. Cho and Rigsby looked over to me for the answer and I just smiled.
"Sure, why not?" I said with a shrug allowing the new guy a little bit of fun. What could possibly go wrong? Was what went through my mind.
We headed down to the garage where our SUV was parked and Cho and Rigsby instantly took to the back and I took shotgun and Jane hopped into the front and put the keys in and we took off. And boy did we take off. I had never seen such dangerous driving in my whole entire life and I've chased tons of cars. I reached for the over head handle above my door at least 5 times and prayed 4 more as we sped past eighteen wheelers. I had never been one to flinch when I was a passenger and Jane made me do it 9 times all with a smile on his face while Cho and Rigsby in the back were cracking up at my reaction. At least the boys would get along fine.
"A six hour trip in two and a half hours!" Rigsby grinned jumping out of the car "Jane that was great."
"Well on two and four lane highways passing is quite easy." he replied humbly as Cho smiled.
"We don't even need a siren with you around." Cho said with a smirk. Jane grinned at the boys as I swiped the keys off of him.
"I am driving back." I growled. "Cho, go gather us our supplies, Rigsby go with Cho, Jane, your with me." I ordered.
"Yes boss." Cho and Rigsby replied quickly and quickly climbed back into a spare that the officers had down here were lending us. I looked to Jane who was inspecting the area.
We were standing in front of a large white old victorian looking home that was now surrounded by yellow tape and cop cars. I gave a sigh and headed for the front door flashing my badge to the cop guarding the crime scene we were instantly inside.
We entered the house and were lead to the back where the master bedroom was and a bloodied body of a man laid on the bed arms spread up over his head and legs sprawled out in the same mannor. I flinched seeing the scene and looked over at Jane who was just studying the room when I noticed his eyes again. He almost seemed to be distancing himself from the rest of us as he looked around the room.
"Are you alright?" I offered realizing that he might not be used to the chaos of a crime scene as he walked over to the body and then nodded examining the dead man.
"Did any of you move the body?" he offered looking to an officer who looked at him and then around as if checking for the answer then looked back to Jane.
"No sir. Found him just like this." Jane nodded and then looked to me.
"He was placed in here." he explained "By two people." he explained. "The killer had an accomplice."
I went to open my mouth to ask as the officer Jane had questioned before looked at him as if he were insane.
"How do you know?" he offered as Jane looked at him.
"The way he's been put on the bed its as if he was thrown on it. As a child, didn't you and your brothers swing each other back and forth? One holding onto the your hands while the other held onto the legs and swing you back and forth?" he asked looking at me.
"I-how do you know I have brothers?" I asked as he gave me a charming smile which almost made me blush.
"It's easy to tell by the way you hold your self." he explained. "But anyways, it looks like they had tossed him on the bed. So perhaps they couldn't lift him up by themselves perhaps leading the suspects to a woman? Perhaps two?" he offered looking at the officer then me.
"Plus there's blood here on the floor and the way it landed shows a manner as if he were dragged at some points but almost standing at other times which brings me back to carried by people that couldn't possibly lift his whole weight." Jane then exited the room looking to the floor and wound up in the kitchen while I quickly followed on his heels. He then stopped at a dishwasher and smiled.
"The murder weapon is in here." he beamed proudly. I looked at him and then nodded.
"I want this dish washer analyzed for any traces of blood. Get forensics in here!" I demanded as Jane placed his hands into his pockets and leaned up against the island counter in the middle of the kitchen.
I looked over at him and couldn't help but smile at him and then he flashed me his ever so charming smile back at me then tilted his head.
"Impressed?" he offered and I scoffed and shook my head and crossed my arms.
"Beginners luck." I replied with a shrug. I was never going to admit to that grinning fool of a man how impressed I was. There was no way in hell. He then laughed and shook his head and looked back to the forensics team searching the dishwasher for any traces of blood left. I shook my head and then smirked for some reason I think he knew I was impressed anyhow though.
Author's Note: So! How do you like it? Should I continue or leave it as it is?