I do not own the mentalist.
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Patrick Jane walked out of his apartment wearing his normal onsombal; waistcoat, button up top and a pair of trousers, to see a petite blonde woman who had to be at least 24 years old wearing very revealing clothing a pink vest top that fitted her curvy body perfectly, a pair of shorts and a pair of flip flops her blonde hair up in a messy ponytail standing outside the apartment opposite him looking at her post... Well he hoped it was hers.
"Your new"
"Wow! You must be a detective or something!" she said looking up at him with a very sarcastic tone.
"Actually I am"
"What? A detective or something?"
"Or something…" she walked up closer to him to reply and smiled seductively.
"I like or something's…" just then Lisbon walked out of the apartment opposite Patrick's; her mouth dropped.
"… you had to pick the worst apartment in the world didn't you" she said grabbing the woman's arm and dragging her into the apartment. Patrick smirked and walked down the corridor.
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Lisbon sat the woman down on the sofa and looked down at her glaring, the woman looked up at her and smiled.
"You just had to move here didn't you!"
"Well if I didn't I'd never get to see you big sis" she said pulling her down onto the sofa next to her.
"Shut it J.J"
"No 'Resa… who was that very tasty looking guy out there anyway?"
"Patrick Jane"
"NO WAY! You said he was attractive; but you didn't say that hot!"
"Don't even think about it Jordan!" Lisbon said without thinking.
"Sorry. I know you like him…"
"WHAT! No I don't!" Jordan smiled. "… Shut up!"
"I didn't say anything…"
"You are going to be the death of me J.J"
"You love me for it…"
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R&R please