Hellooooooo! This is my first fanfic *insert gasp here*, so don't go all "WTF is this?" and "This isn't a story, for crying out loud!" etc. I am about 5 chapters ahead, so I'll be updating quite fast at first. -- scratch that! I changed the direction I'm going and will update at least every monday!
Sorry for the sudden switch in moods and plot, I tried my hardest to dive right into the story! Hope it's not too OOC, but I get caught up in stories sometimes (hence why it takes me so dang long to write one!)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist or it's characters. If I did, every episode would be full of Jisbony goodness!
The whole team was out for a dinner, except for an arrogant consultant and his boss.
Lisbon kicked the old leather couch, on which a sleeping Patrick Jane was sprawled out on. "Get up!" She commanded.
"And why should I get up?" He asked her, eyes still closed.
"Because I said so." Jane opened his mouth to say something smart about her angry-mother-like remark, but she beat him to the punch. "And you got this in the mail. It was in the unit mailbox, but it was specifically addressed to you."
He looked up at her and grinned, his blue eyes shining. "And you were nice enough to not open it? How sweet."
"Just shut up and open the damn thing." She rolled her eyes at him and started to walk out the door and towards her office, planning to lock the office door so Jane couldn't get in. Just as she had her foot out the door, someone called her name.
"Lisbon!" Jane called from his couch. Lisbon turned around, expecting to see him smiling and eyes bright. But instead, a whole different man seemed to sit there.
His eyes panicked, his body tense, and the letter slipping from his hands. It fluttered softly to the ground, gently landing on the hard wood. His hands stayed in the same position, as if the letter was still there. His eyes were staring into nowhere.
Lisbon rushed over to him, and picked up the letter. The letter read:
"Dearest friend Patrick Jane,
I know everything about you. And you think you know everything about me. After careful consideration, I know how to punish you for lying to me. I was originally thinking of killing you. No, that would be quick and painless. How about killing you're dearly beloved Teresa Lisbon and you? Yes, sounds like a plan. Red John was right. You do deserve to suffer.
See you soon,
A Very Unhappy Man"
Lisbon blinked back tears. How did things go from normal to completely abnormal? She glanced over at Jane, who was still in the same position he was before. Standing in front of him, she would have felt powerful. But this time, she crouched down so they were eye-level with each other.
"Jane? It's okay. If we just stay away from him, then no worries." She meant to sound more convincing, but instead sounded nervous and unsure. "Let's talk to Minelli." She offered him her hand. An unusual gesture, but when you're being threatened, barriers don't apply.
He looked up at her, and then willingly took her hand. Despite all the confused looks they got from their coworkers as they walked hand-in-hand down the hall, they gave off a nervous vibe, so no one approached them.
The door to Minelli's office was wide open, they stepped in.
The boss looked at Lisbon, then Jane, then their hands. Jane silently handed the letter over, and Minelli began reading it.
"It seems you have someone out to get you." He stated, as if it wasn't already obvious enough. "You two are going to need to get out of the state, as far away as possible, until we find this man." He typed on his computer for a moment, clicking furiously, until the printer was spewing out two pieces of paper. Each paper had a plane ticket to Chicago printed on it, and with that Minelli handed the tickets over and told them to pack their things and come back soon to receive a ride from one of Lisbon's team.
Not much of a cliffie, I must admit! I'll update soon!
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