Disclaimer: neither the Mentalist nor tvtropes is mine. The story, all of it, is.

Yes, I borrow lines from tvtropes, but it's a free source.

"Van Pelt. Grace. Grace!"

Van Pelt stopped and turned, letting Rigsby caught up with her. It was late and everyone was headed home, even the insomniac Jane.

"What?"

Rigsby nodded to her iPhone, which she'd continuously been playing with anytime she was free. "Don't walk while texting."

"Funny, Wayne. No, I'm not texting. I'm surfing Tvtropes."

"The site Jane and Lisbon showed you last week?"

"Right. It's very fun website, you know, I've got to know all the tricks of the trade of writing fiction—"

"Don't tell me it's what keeps you up late lately."

"As a matter of fact it is," Van Pelt said, as if she was proud of her bloodshot and eyebags. "Well, I've been warned. Tvtropes will ruin your life, they even have the trope for it. You just need to keep reading and reading—"

"Okay, seriously. You're ruining your life for a website?"

"It's a figure of speech, Wayne."

"This website. What is it in this website that hooks you up?"

"Oh, it's fun. Look. I'm at the Camera Tricks section. Let's just choose...Gilligan Cut."

"Meaning?"

"Let's find the essence in the Laconic tab. Character does something he said he wouldn't do in previous scene."

"Like what?"

"Well, it's like...it's like...suppose we're characters in TV show, in one scene you say "we're not going to sleep together" to me, but then in the next scene we're found together on the bed."

"Really, that's your example?"

"First thing that comes to my mind."

Rigsby laughed. "Well, Van Pelt, we're not characters in TV show, but I tell you this much: I have a girlfriend and you...kinda have problem after O'Laughlin. So you're right. We're not going to sleep together."

"No?"

"No. I repeat. You and I, we are not going to sleep together."