Disclaimer: I don't, and I never will own the mentalist, much to my disappointment
A/N I am working on two stories at the moment and am having issues on being bothered to do them and being too distracted. Updates may take a while depending on what mood I'm in, how nice I treat my teachers and how much homework they give me.
The butchers red knife
Grace Van Pelt sat at her desk, googleing her name. She was waiting for Rigsby to finish his case reports, which were over a week old, so they could grab a bite to eat. She looked out the window, it was such a nice night, and she was tempted to go for a walk, but knew she had to wait. She started to zone out when she heard Lisbon's phone ringing, she quickly snapped back into consciousness. She heard Lisbon's shoes coming towards them, she groaned, she had the feeling that her and Wayne weren't going to get food tonight, Lisbon had a case.
'We have a case' she said 'everyone in here now, it's late and the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave'
Grace could tell Lisbon was tired, they all were, and they all had just gotten through a whole lot of paperwork. Everyone quickly and quietly assembled into the bullpen and Lisbon briefed them on the case.
'A 15 year old girl has been found dead on what is believed to be her friend's grave, gunshot wound to the head, died instantly, a picture was found on top of the body, come on, get coffee and lets go' she said
Grace stood up and went to the coffee machine, a case this late at night was stupid, and who went for walks at 10 anyway? The team piled into the SUV and drove off to the graveyard where the local PD was.
'Agent Lisbon' one of them acknowledged as they walked through to the body
The girl had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles and was wearing a grey hoodie and light blue jeans with black and white converse. And as the police officer said, on top of the body was a picture, that you got from the movies, in the picture was the victim and two other girls. Under the picture was written butcher, Baker and candlestick maker, like out of the nursery rhyme.
'That shot would've killed her' Cho said as he examined the wound
'Clean through, she wouldn't have stood a chance' Lisbon added
'This cell phone was also found' he said handing them the bag of evidence.
'So, can we go?' Jane asked which earned him a glare from Lisbon.
'Yes, we can go Mr. insistent' she said beckoning her team
'Back to CBI?'
'Yes, to work, or in your case, sleep, everyone, drink coffee, it's going to be a late night'
Grace felt herself falling asleep as she stood in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, when Rigsby came up behind her and poked his index fingers into either side of her ribs, causing her to squeal and jump.
'Falling asleep there Grace?' he asked
'Just about, we shouldn't be doing this, here, you know Lisbon's rule, if she is going to ignore it, and we can't pull attention to it'
'I can't help it, you are too gorgeous to ignore' he said into her ear. She pulled away as the jug boiled.
'Easy tiger, now, do you want coffee?'
10 minutes later they sat in the bullpen reading Lillie's texts, there was the usual messages saying where are you, the usual bitchy texts and then the rather peculiar last few she ever sent.
'I'm feeling bad about Emily, can you meet me at her grave at 10.15 tonight, I really need someone' it read
'Who was it sent to?' Grace asked
'A girl named Baker' Jane said
'And how do you know it's a girl?' Lisbon asked
'She will be the girl out of the picture with Baker written under her' he explained, like it was the simplest thing in the world
Lisbon just rolled her eyes
'So assuming Baker is a girl, we need to find out who she is, and where she is, Grace, Rigsby, go back to the graveyard, Cho, keep processing evidence, Jane, make yourself useful somehow, I am going to find more about Baker, Cho, is there a last name in the phone?' Lisbon ordered
'Yes, Baker Harlow, I'm guessing around 15' he said
'Thanks' Lisbon said as she made herself coffee, this was going to be a long night.