One random day…
Patrick Jane watched as the body was being examined, with a certain disgust in his mouth. Kimball Cho walked up to the body, with Teresa Lisbon behind him.
"Jane," said Lisbon with a certain Alarm. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch? It's not the first body you've seen."
"There's something about that body," said Jane. "It smells of stuff. Stuff even I don't know of."
"And that's why it's in my department!" shouted a man with a cheery voice. He walked up to Jane, with a tweed suit, and brown jacket, with a blue bow tie and braces.
"And you are?" asked Lisbon.
The man pulled out a piece of paper, and flashed it around very quickly.
"Detective john smith," cheered the man. "From the British intelligence. This guy is on our most wanted list."
"Since when do the British have anything to do with a murder here?" asked Wayne Rigsby, who had walked up behind Jane.
"Bullcrap," said Lisbon. "Who are you?"
"Mrs pond!" shouted detective smith. "Mr Williams! Get in here! We're doing an investigation with the… who are you again?"
"We're with the CBI," said Lisbon. "I'm agent Lisbon. This is agent Cho, agent rigsby and our consultant, Patrick Jane."
"Jane, eh?" said detective smith. "So what do you do?"
"You have a gleam in your eye," said Jane. "Like something guilty has just happened. What was it?"
"You have a faint squint in yours," said detective smith. "Did something happen to someone close? A relative perhaps?"
"How about your twitching arm?" asked Jane. "You seem to have lost something."
"And how about your winking?" said smith. "You seem like you think you know me, but you don't know me, at least not yet. Or do you know me? The thing is you have to know me to know me."
"That doesn't make sense," said Jane. "You have something about you that is highly suspicious."
"And you could say the same," said smith. "Pond! Williams! Get in here!"
A small redheaded girl in smartly dressed uniform walked in, and immediately Rigsby as smitten. He had never seen anyone in his life as beautiful. Jane eyed him cautiously, and his gaze turned back to smith. A man followed her, and immediately gave Rigsby an evil look. Rigsby backed down, and Lisbon turned back to the body. Jane walked up to smith, and pulled him away from the others.
"You're not a detective," said Jane. "I can't put my finger on it, but you look like a traveller. And you're name wouldn't be smith, would it?"
"It's amazing you could tell that," said smith. "And you had trouble with a man known as Red John, right?"
Jane gave him a look of suspiciousness. But before he could talk, a gunshot was heard. Everyone looked at each other for a second, then smith sprinted off, with jane not far behind him, both laughing. The fun had only just begun.