A/N-If I owned the rights to The Mentalist, the promos would be longer. Much. Longer. :D
I need help with two things—
*A good name for a homicide unit. Please. It sounds lame, but I need help.
*Rating feedback. I'm starting with T, but could quite possibly progress to M for violence.
And another thing—my first chapters are notoriously short. They get longer.
Mail Time
Rick really hated his job sometimes. Except when he got to deliver the mail to the Special Cases Unit. Theresa Lisbon was the head of that unit, and he loved to see her. The way she moved, the way she commanded everything, yet was kind… It drove him half-mad with love. Focus, Rick. You're just delivering the mail, he thought. As he rounded the corner into the bullpen, he looked for her. The other agents took note of this and smiled. There was a letter to Patrick Jane (Hell of a last name!), and Grace Van Pelt (Does she even work here? Don't remember her...), and … Lisbon! He'd have to deliver that one personally. After tossing the other two letters on the desk closest to him, he puttered off in search of Lisbon.
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"Well, that's interesting," a voice said from the old leather couch.
"What, Jane?" Cho asked.
"I don't usually get mail," he remarked as he started to tear open the envelope. Van Pelt opened hers and let out a small shriek. Rigsby looked alarmed.
"I'm an aunt! My sister had a baby!"
"Congratulations. Wait, you have sisters?" Rigsby asked.
"I didn't realize that," Jane added, a little put out. His letter was half opened, and lying on his couch next to him.
"Yes, and for your information, I am the second-oldest." With that, she continued her task. Then Lisbon came into the room. Jane noted her entrance, and smiled.
"We have a case. Fabulous!" Lisbon didn't exactly match his mirth, however. The color drained from his face. He looked at the letter next to him as if it would bite him. He reached for it, and finished opening the envelope.
Dear mister Jane,
You should be admiring my latest masterpiece soon. Although, I must admit,
my opus is probably your family. Have fun, and say hello to your beloved
Chrissie for me. I believe that was her name.
The letter was signed with a red smile.
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