Disclaimer: Neither NCIS or Mentalist belong to me.
A/N: There's no specific time line here.. Well, for reasons relating to Kate one could assume it's before the end of second season in NCIS time... I'm bit rusty in all things Mentalist, so I tried to keep it little vague and unspecific.
Originally written for Dec 20th, 2011.
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Package
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Looking at the, admittedly innocent seeming, package sitting on her kitchen counter Kate huffed. There was only one person who could have her address and have send this package. Patrick Jane, the man she and her team had met only few months ago on a joint NCIS/CBI investigation. She felt like she should almost have expected him to do something like this when she refused to tell him where around D.C. She actually lived. Almost.
Taking few deep breaths to keep her cool she picked her phone and once again stopped to contemplate the stupidity of what she was about to do.
"Oh, hell with it," she muttered, and sought out the correct number and lifted the phone to her ear.
"Hello," a voice came from the other end way too quickly to Kate's liking. She'd liked to have had little more time to... think this through, again.
"Jane," Kate put all the disapproval she could on to her tone of voice.
After a moment of silence, Jane said, sounding far too cheery for the time of night it must have been in California, "I assume you got my package, then."
"Oh yes," Kate drawled out, "Where did you get my address? Did Tony tell you?"
"Did you like my gift?" Jane asked, completely ignoring Kate's questions.
"Haven't opened it yet," despite herself Kate found herself replying. Immediately feeling the urge to slap herself, she added little wearily, "and I won't if you don't tell me where you got my address!"
"But it's chocolate," Jane's voice tempted her.
Forcing the smirk into her tone Kate replied, "How sweet. Have to be careful not to get toothache with all this sweetness going around..."
"Will you eat it if I tell you who gave me your address?" Jane asked. Kate sucked in a breath; she knew it! It had to have been Tony.
"Oh, yes, sure. Tell me."
She could hear him laugh on the other end and say something out of the range of the phone (sounding suspiciously like "Pay up, Rigsby"), before his voice was back, saying, "Merry Christmas, Caitlin. I got it from agent Gibbs. Gotta go, stay in touch!" leaving Kate gaping at her phone. The times Gibbs chose to exercise his weird sense of humour-!
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