Title: What happens when you Google…

Author: Shannon – shannyfish

Disclaimer: I do not own "The Mentalist" or its characters, Warner Brothers and Bruno Heller do. This is merely for entertainment purposes only.

Rating: G

Summary: Jane helps Lisbon use Google. (Prompt: Googling)

Part of the "Red Hot Days" series: a series of different scenes both case and non-case related scenes. This can be read as part of the series or can be read on its own. Different POVs used for different stories. Lisbon/Jane shipping and most likely

Warning: Takes place during season 3, so spoilers during season 3 are fair game. So currently, that's up to "Jolly Red Elf".

Author's Note: #1 in the series

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CBI Headquarters

Jane had been drinking his tea as he sat on his couch in the bullpen area. It had become quickly boring without Rigsby or Cho or Van Pelt there. Lisbon had them all out working on the case. He hadn't been sent with them even though he'd asked to go with Van Pelt, though that was fine. He'd just made sure that Van Pelt knew what he wanted asked, so she would do what he would have if he had gone…and Lisbon most likely wouldn't know until much later.

This was definitely boring.

He stood and carried his tea in the direction of Lisbon's office. Jane looked around. Yes, there were people there but they were not members of his team and just not as fun to mess with. Rigsby, Cho, and Van Pelt just made being at CBI far more entertaining than just sitting on his couch with his tea. He simply couldn't stand the stale environment and figured that he'd seek out some entertainment in the form of Teresa Lisbon. After all, who else could entertain him that was in the building? He figured that checking in with Lisbon and crashing on her couch would equal less trouble than paying a visit to Hightower.

Upon approaching her office, he noticed that her door was open. This was a lucky thing. It meant that she really couldn't expel him. After all, the door was open. That was a blatant invitation. Jane was definitely going to take it. He strolled into her office and made himself comfortable on her couch and sipped her tea before looking up at her.

"Oh hi, Lisbon," he said as if he'd been there the entire time.

She glared at him and then went back to what she was doing. He watched as he sipped his tea. Lisbon was furiously typing on her keyboard. A furious type-type-type type. Jane raised his eyebrows as he leaned over to set his teacup down before gracefully standing. In no time he'd made his way behind her without her noticing. Jane was sure that this was only due to the fact that she was so irritated with her keyboard and her computer screen. There was the line that was pronounced between her eyebrows. The line that only formed when she was really irritated and frustrated.

He saw the line a lot.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he peeked over her shoulder.

Inside he enjoyed the small jump she made at the surprised and unexpected sound of his voice so close to her. He smirked and placed his hand on the back of her chair. He spied her screen and took in the Google home page. Right now the search box was empty, but obviously something hadn't been cooperating with him.

"Googling," Lisbon responded.

She briefly glared at him for a moment before turning back to her screen. Her fingers didn't move though. He leaned down so that his head was next to hers.

"What exactly are you Googling?" Jane asked curiously. "And why do you think it's necessary to beat up your poor defenseless keyboard?"

"It's not bringing up what I want. I keep getting an error," she explained after a moment.

Jane tilted his head. "What exactly?"

"I'm trying to look up information on that resort," Lisbon told him. "See if there are any other customer complaints—"

"I doubt that someone's going to write a review for their husband being murdered at that resort," Jane said.

Lisbon shook her head. "I was hoping more to find out if there are specific negative complaints about employees possibly that may have had something to do with the murder. Sometimes reviewers can be very detailed."

She entered the resort's name into the Google search engine again and ended up with an error page. Lisbon leaned back in her chair and Jane felt the shift in her weight. He could feel her irritation and frustration rolling off of her. Lisbon was never good in this condition. He needed to diffuse it quickly.

"Why don't you try typing in CBI and see what you come up with," Jane suggested with a small smile.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

Jane shrugged. "Fun."

"No."

So, Jane took matters into his own hands and spun Lisbon's office chair away from the keyboard just long enough for him to type in the search into Google. "CB&I is the first runner up followed by the Colorado Bureau of Investigation and then The Center for Business Intelligence. That's sad," he said as he scrolled down and then clicked on the link to the second page and scrolled down again. "Our CBI isn't even on the first two pages." She pushed his hands away and retook her position at the computer.

"CBI is a very common abbreviation," she told him, her voice still filled with irritation.

"Try typing your name into Google," Jane said, leaning once again over her shoulder. His hand, this time, was lightly placed on her shoulder instead of the chair itself.

"No!" she protested. "I'm trying to work here," she argued and tried to shrug his hand from her shoulder. Lisbon twisted in her chair and brushed his hand from her shoulder and then quickly she pointed towards the door. "Leave. I'm too busy for your games."

"You love my games!" he told her as he thrust his arms out.

"No," she said as she glared at him. "I will admit, sometimes your antics are amusing and sometimes entertaining, but most times they just get me into trouble with Hightower. I'm probably on my second strike with her."

"C'mon! You Google your name, I bet you'll come up with a bunch of great things you've done during your career thus far," Jane said. "Not so scary. Just a little search engine. T. E. R. E. S. A. Space. L.—"

Jane felt slightly cheated as he hadn't yet gotten to the part where it was highly likely that her name and picture were in the tabloids section of some website about how she was dating Walter Mashburn. It was good for her though. He had to admit that Mashburn was an okay guy, but he doubted that there'd be honestly anything serious that would develop between the two of them. He was far too rich and ostentatious and Lisbon had too many trust issues. As good as it would for Lisbon to find happiness, he didn't think it was going to happen soon.

"I know how to spell my own name, Jane," she told him and pointed to the door again. "You can do all the Googling you want from in the bullpen and away from me. I have serious work to do."

"You're all kinds of serious work, aren't you?" Jane asked. "That has to really weigh down on you."

"Jane! Really? I know you're bored because I sent the team out and you're stuck here, but can't you go take a nap or read a book or something?" she asked.

He knew that Hightower had really been on her case lately and she was just getting more and more stressed out. It wasn't good for her or the team. It especially wasn't good for him or the cases. Honestly, he didn't mean to cause her so much trouble, really, that was the last thing in the world he wanted. Teresa Lisbon was the closest thing he currently had to a best friend and the last thing that he wanted was for her to get fired, but he honestly needed to use his tricks in order to assist in solving all the cases they'd managed to solve thus far.

"You should really switch to decaf," he mumbled.

"Jane!"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Why don't you try Googling my name? It could make you feel better…"

"No," she said.

He noticed that this time her voice wasn't as stern and wasn't anywhere near as irritated. It was more filled with sadness. And he wondered if she'd done the search already. Of course, he'd never attempted to Google his own name, but he could only think of what could come up in the search if he had. A myriad of things…and some things that he was trying to keep in the past.

"You know…Google probably wasn't the original name that they thought up," Jane said, trying to slightly shift the subject at hand. He really didn't want to be banished from Lisbon's office. After all, she even had a couch in there. At the very least he could nap in there…if she wasn't mad at him. He had been slowly working on making her couch broken in and just as comfy as his was in the bullpen area.

"Go away, Jane," Lisbon said.

Instead, Jane just made his way around her desk and back over to her couch. He lifted his tea from where it was perched and sipped it for a second as he thought. "Aoogle… Boogle…isn't that a game? Boogle? Or is it Boggle?" Jane sat and pondered for a moment. "Coogle…no that sounds too much of a cross between cooties and cougar."

He didn't miss Lisbon's irritated expression.

"Doogle?"

"Jane—"

She sounded tired, well on top of all the irritation.

"I'm drinking my tea," he said as he held up his cup higher for her to see.

"Can you please do so quietly if you're going to remain in my office."

"I can…try."

…

Three Hours Later…

Crime Scene

He was excited to leave the office. Though he was starting to think that if he hadn't been in such close proximity to Lisbon that she would have just left him behind. She really wasn't in a very good mood. He'd have to remember to really cheer her up later. He wasn't sure how, but he'd think on it and then attempt it…possibly when her gun wasn't close by.

"Victim is Claire Gills," Van Pelt announced. "Twenty-four. She was going to one of the local community colleges. Her room mate found her."

Jane looked down at the young girl that had been slain. Her life was still so young. He crouched down and looked her over. He knew that she wasn't rich; she was working her way through college. She colored her own hair and painted her own nails. She cared about her appearance but only to an extent. It was likely that she had a boyfriend. He was the reason that she kept her appearance how she did. She tried to look pretty for him.

Moving, he looked around the room she'd been found in. Her bedroom. The bed was perfectly made and yet she was on the floor. She'd been stabbed to death. It was senseless. It didn't appear to be sexually motivated and it didn't seem to be a robbery. He continued to look around. He noticed that Lisbon wasn't far.

"Poogle?" he offered.

Lisbon glared over at him. "I don't think that that is very helpful, Jane."

"I think I still like Joogle so far…"

"I don't like any of them."

"Not even the original?"

"If I hear Google or some variation, I very well may shoot you," she warned.

She sent him death glares before walking away. Jane frowned. This was definitely a problem. There had to be some way to cheer her up. Of course, he knew that if he stopped getting into trouble that that would most likely help, but he wasn't sure how golden he'd be in Hightower's eyes then. Less cases would get solved.

He'd think about it.

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