The Prelude to the first fanfiction I ever wrote. I do not own The Mentalist, yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah, you guys know the drill.
Joseph Walker sat in his office sheltered from Sacramento's cold night air. He was working overtime again, things had cropped up which meant he had needed to stay late. Paperwork was strewn across the desk in a disorderly fashion waiting to be completed and the desk draws were nearly exploding with the copious amounts of files which had been stuffed into them. The nightlife of the city bustled outside the office window, cabs and late night joy-riders littered the roads and drunken youths clambered through the empty alleyways. Joseph sighed heavily, looking back to his paperwork which he began filling in. Too many forms, he thought, too many forms and not enough time. He had one thing right. There was not enough time. At that moment the sound of gunfire reverberated around the room and Joseph Walker's eyes widened as a bullet landed straight in his heart. Blood spread around the wound, soaking the man's white shirt a crimson red. A dark figure left the office building leaving Joseph Walker lying dead in a pool of his own blood, ready to be found by some unsuspecting office worker the next morning. All in a nights work, the figure thought rounding the street corner, all in a nights work.