Ok so let me tell you a pretty little story. I am 13 years old and I LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOVE The Mentalist. The End.
Okay!
I've been having these dreams like over and over. So here's one :)
One more thing. I DO have a crush on Jane. I tried to make it a father-daughter thing but if my crush shows through the writing please know I don't mean for it to. I want it to be daddy and Kate.
I wake up, put on my glasses, put on my ring, and look at my alarm clock. It's 3:29 a.m. My name is Kate. Both my parents and my brother were murdered by a serial killer named Red John. I'm 13 years old. They were murdered when I was 6. I laid in bed and waited, like I do every morning. Every morning. Wake up. Wait until 5:00 a.m. See his classic French car, a metal grey Citroën DS drive to the driveway. Go to work. Come home. I live alone. Even though it's illegal.
I get up and take a shower. I get dressed in a red jersey that he gave me, black skinny jeans, and my converse high tops. I look at the alarm clock now. 4:31. I hate eating breakfast. When I get into the car, he will have a carton of milk and a cookie. Only on Mondays. I sit and look at the floor. I look up and out the window. I wonder what he does in the morning. The same as me? Sits around until he has to pick me up? I look back at the alarm clock. 4:56. I get up, put my phone in my pocket, and walk down the stairs. I glance down at my watch. 4:58. I look out the window and see the metal grey Citroën DS drive to the driveway. I look down again and smile. 4:59. He's the only one that understands my anxiety issues. I grab my jacket I wear every day. Just a plain black jacket. I wait and count down the seconds. At 5:00, I walk outside. He smiles as he sees me come around the corner. This is Patrick Jane. He understands me. His wife and daughter were murdered by Red John. I walk around and get into the car. I look down to the cup holder. They're not there. I look up at him and he's smiling. I reach up and flick the side of his head.
"Where's my milk and cookie?" I asked. He has them. In his pocket.
"I thought you don't like breakfast in the morning," he smiles and takes them out of his pocket.
"Good morning. The water bill needs to be paid. My shower was cut short," I tell him. I practically live with him, but alone and in a different house. We drive to work. As usual I grab onto his arm. Everyone asks me why I do but I can't answer. I just do. When we get in, he stamps both of our cards. We walk to his "office" and I sit down on the couch. He goes and talks to Kimball, Wayne, and Grace. Then he comes back with a stack of papers. Here we go. He lays them all down in sections on the table. Suspects, location of body, anything they noticed about the body, etc. We look at all the papers in silence. At the same time we point to one of the suspects. We then put all the papers back and pretend we don't know who it is. That's how we play out each day. Lisbon walks in the room and announces our parts.
"Jane, you and I are going to investigate the scene. Kate, you, Cho, and Rigsby are going to work on interrogating suspect one. Her name is Savannah Ebon. Van Pelt, work here," she said. I know she doesn't like Grace, but that's rude.
"I think it would be better if I go with Jane and you. Kimball and Wayne are both...not workable with," I said. Jane holds onto my arm and looks at Lisbon.
"Whatever it's fine but you need to start to work on your own sometime. You can't keep on depending on Jane," she said like she knows everything. I bet she doesn't know I live alone. I get up and follow her and Jane to her car. I hate not sitting next to Jane in the car. He knows that and sits in the back with me. Lisbon is obviously mad about that, because she yells from the front seat. I put in my ear buds and she gets really mad. She's always bossing me around. Well she is my boss but in a different way. She bosses me around like I'm her little sister. I do admit I feel safe around her. Like she really is my big sister, but ide never tell her that. We drive up to the scene and my stomach flops. Something about this is making me sick. I usually go with Jane to crime scenes, but this one is different. It makes me feel weird. I hold Jane's hand and I can tell he's getting tense too. We get out of the car and walk to the body. It is downhill off the side of a freeway. The body is in a little clearing. They pull away the tarp that covers her and I freeze. Both I and Jane recognize it. The cutting styles. The toenails painted red with their own blood. Red John. I yell,"Teresa" with a Spanish accent because I could never say it normally. She glares at me while I let go of Jane's hand and hug her tight. She wraps her arms around me and shushes me. "Shhh, it's ok." We hear an air plane and look up. Red Johns smile was being drawn. I let go of Lisbon and look up. Tears are rolling down my cheek.
"Now. Call Grace right now. Give her a mission. Tell her to find all she can about the plane. NOW!" I scream at Lisbon. She glares at me, obviously mad I'm bossing her around, but does it anyways because she would even if I didn't tell her. Once she's off and calling Van Pelt, I turn to Jane.
"The one we pointed at couldn't be him. You know it. You do don't you? Tell me, I'm not a little girl!" he pulls me into a hug and says,"I know. You're smart to tell Lisbon to call her so we can talk. I know. I know. None of the suspects on the list are him. I'll call Wayne and tell him.". We are working on the biggest case of my life.
Ok yeah whatever I had a dream that I worked with Jane (who I have a crush on) and Lisbon (who I hate cuz she's mean to Grace) (i know she's not mean to Van Pelt but she was in one ep and I was mad at her in that episode) (I do like Lisbon but in my dream I guess I didn't?) so yeah ;) I do support Jisbon though. Just saying.
One more thing. I had someone proof read my paper. A teacher. I have to say it now. JANE IS NO PEDOPHILE! HE IS NOT A COUGAR! I wrote this as a fatherly-daughterly thing. I swear! I have a crush on Cho too but that doesn't show (does it?)