Ok, guys! I've been running about from the 103rd page to the first page and have noticed that there are hardly ANY Patrick stories that AREN'T Jisbon. I don't know why that is, but I have decided to make my own story. Now, I have to warn you that I don't update very frequently due to having a lot of things going on all of the time, but I will update during the summer. For now, enjoy!
Oh, yes. And I don't own anything except my OCs.
Alright, ok. If I tell you this story, will you please stop asking me about it? I will warn you, it isn't all that great. I honestly don't know why you keep bothering me about it. Don't tell me, you are curious about Patrick. Ugh. If I had a dime for everyone who was. Okay. I guess that I should start so I can get back to Patrick before he gets home. He's planning something for us to do tonight and I don't want him to worry about me because I'm late. Let's see here. Where should I begin…Oh! I know!
"Jane, I'm going to see Mr. Walker and make sure that he's dealing with the situation well. You stay right here, ok?"
Patrick didn't even open his eyes before responding to Lisbon. Like it really mattered if he went or not. It was probably best if he didn't go. If he went, he'd probably just start messing with the guy anyways. Just a little.
The murder mystery was solved. Everyone was happy. Well, mostly everyone, but it was a closed case. Now, it's time to relax until another case comes up.
"No need to worry about me. I'll be right here when you get back."
Patrick listened as Lisbon walked away; her shoes making a clicking sound as they hit the floor. Once the echoes died out, Patrick opened his eyes and looked around, taking notes on who was where and what they were doing.
Rigsby and Van Pelt were at their desks, either doing paper work or looking up information about the links that we've come up with in the investigation. They were both quiet and the only noises that could be heard was the shuffling of papers and the ticking of the keyboards. Cho had left with Lisbon.
Patrick rolled over onto his back and gave out a sigh. His outfit was getting wrinkled, but he didn't care. He was just tired. He needed his sleep. He placed his hands on his stomach and closed his eyes.
'Alright, Patrick. Just empty your head. Clear yourself of all thoughts. Think about sleep. Imagine you're floating on a cloud. Not a care in the world. Nothing…"
Patrick woke up, but didn't open his eyes. It was a lot noisier than when he went to sleep. Lisbon and Cho are back.
He gave out another sign before slowly opening his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light.
Tea.
Tea was sounding very good right now.
He threw myself up into a sitting position before quickly getting up and walking over to the kitchen area of the floor.
He fixed himself a cup of tea and immediately took a small sip as to not burn himself.
Oh, yeah.
He needed that.
He lightly set down the teacup onto the coaster that he was holding, still with his finger looped under the handle. He let out a loud breath as he felt the warm liquid flow down his throat.
There's nothing like a nice cup of tea.
Voices caught his attention, then.
It was Lisbon and an unfamiliar masculine voice.
He casually walked over to the doorway and peaked over to look through the glass walls into their office. He could clearly see Lisbon talking to two people. One was an older man, roughly in his mid-sixties, loved to lay around and watch football, drank at least two bottles of beer a day, his favorite color is blue, he is strict and is easily angered when things don't go his way. It looks like he's had it with this girl.
She looks to be in her older teens, uncomfortable in social situations, especially when she doesn't know anyone, she tries her hardest to please people and tries to make it up the best that she can if she lets them down or upsets them, she's camera shy and doesn't like to be the center of attention her favorite color is purple, and she's trying to figure out what her next move is.
Right.
Time to go back to the office.
"Rest assured, we will find her family. Until then, she's going to have to go to Juve until we find her a foster home." Lisbon explained to the man.
"No. That's ok. She can stay with me."
Everyone looks in Patrick's direction, each with different expressions on their faces. The man seemed confused as to who this guy was, but not caring if the girl stayed with him or not. The girl looked slightly scared, but mostly confused. Lisbon's look was questioning my action and my motive.
"What? If you're letting her stay at Juve, then it shouldn't be a problem to let her stay with me. Temporarily, of course."
"What kind of a creep are you?" The guy asked him. He then focused his attention to Lisbon. "What kind of a place are you running here? Letting a creep like that-"
"Yes, yes. I understand. This is Patrick Jane. He's our Consultant." Lisbon interrupted.
The girl was peering at Patrick from under her bangs. Her hair was red like Van Pelt's, and she had Van Pelt's green eye color to boot, but she had large eyes. She was pretty. She was sizing him up. Something's wrong…
Her eyes are dilated.
Patrick was rocking on his feet and gave her a bit of a wave and a smirk.
"It's very nice to meet you, Rick." The girl said.
Her voice was smooth and slightly child-like, but there was definitely maturity in her voice. Maybe early twenties?
The guy looked alarmed, for some reason.
"Alright. She's yours. I don't care where she stays at or what you do with her. Me and my wife don't want here anymore."
With that, the guy stormed off, out of the building, leaving Patrick, Lisbon, and the girl standing there while Van Pelt, Cho, and Rigsby put down what they were doing to include themselves in this.
"He seems nice." Cho commented to Patrick.
Patrick smiled and pointed a finger at him with a slight nod of his head.
"What's your name?" Lisbon asked the girl.
"My name is Rachael Mechans. What's your name?"
"It's nice to meet you, Rachael. My name is Teresa Lisbon. I'm in head of this group. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask." The girl nodded and Lisbon walked away.
"Ms. Borentes seems really nice. I like her."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her.
"Who's Ms. Borentes?" Grace asked Rachael.
Rachael looked at Grace like she just asked the most idiotic question.
"Ms. Borentes. Lisa Borentes. That woman that was just talking to me. You know, dark brown, curly hair, big green eyes, small stature, but strong looking. She just went into her office."
"You mean Lisbon." Cho replied.
"Yeah. That's who I said."
"Noooo...You said Borentes." Rigsby responded.
"Exactly. What's wrong with you guys?" Rachael reprimanded while walking away to explore.
"Ooooh boy. This can't be good." Patrick said to himself more than anyone else in the room before walking off to follow the new girl.