Surprise?
Jane was sitting at his desk. Yes, his desk. He was saring off into space, wondering how he could annoy his fellow teammates today.
"Ummm, excuse me, sir? Can you tell me where I might find a Mister Patrick Jane? Its, ummm, urgent." came a confident voice over in the door way, but the stutters gave away that the person was extermely nervous. Jane turned his head to see a girl, thirteen or fourteen years of age. She had Sandy Blond curls cascading across her face. She had brillent Sky Blue eyes. She was small for her age and,guessing by the wear on her cut-off jeans and tanktop, she didn't come from money. She was extermely tan, but not tan enough to look like she was Mexican or Indian. She had an air of confidence, but it was a sly confidence. She was extermely intelligent, by a look in her seemed to peirce your soul with every gaze she gave you. Jan had finished his mental observation in ten seconds. He gave the girl a curious glance and said
"This is him, how may I help you? Are looking for directions to Kansas?"
"Uh, no. And I'm not from Kansas, so your Mentalization was a bit off, Patrick Delaruse Jane." the girl said with a smirk Knowing that his middle name caused him much trouble when he was a boy. He kept his expressed well gaurded, though the girl was able to detected some internal cringe when she said his middle name.
"Who are you?" he asked, giving me a slight glare.
"Blane's the name, and being a Mentalist is my game. It was my ticket to fame, though I had a little shame. I have a question, I do indeed. Answer me this riddle, and you just may be, The best menatlist I have ever seen. Your father has been wild. He was once mild, till you ran away. 'With the love his life' Dad used to say. He said it with mockery and vain. It was always you he seemed to blame. Never was with happy, he was always with shame. He had another child, after you ran away. But alas, that poor child was slayed. He waited for fifteen years till he had another. The fella child turned out to be a Bella. Your looking at her, do you see? Me-oh-my, have a run out of rymes." Blane finished her poem and waited for it to process through Jane's mind. "I have a...a sister?" he asked after a minute of silence.
"Bingo."