This story is set during season 4. I hope you enjoy it!
Blood Brothers
Chapter 1
Cho and Rigsby, seated at the desk, watched intently as the five cards switched places at an incredible pace. They then came to an abrupt halt, and the consultant looked up at them expectantly.
"So boys, where is the eight of diamonds?" he asked, a wide, cheeky grin spread across his face.
"Umm, that one" Rigsby announced, pointing to the card on the far right.
"Yeah, that one" Cho agreed.
"Are you sure?" Jane asked.
"Sure" they said in unison.
"Are you sure enough to put $10 on it?" said Jane hopefully, still smirking.
"No" Cho had learnt long ago that gambling with Jane was a pointless waste of money.
Rigsby, it seemed, hadn't quite worked that out. Or he just couldn't resist.
"Ok, $10, now show me the card" he urged impatiently.
The smile on Jane's face now was unmistakable, as he flipped over the card to reveal…
"Three of spades? How did you do that, man?" Rigsby asked in shock, as he flipped over the other cards. There, right in the centre, was the eight of diamonds.
Van Pelt smirked from behind her computer screen. Rigsby would never learn.
"You want another shot?" Jane asked.
"No" Rigsby declined, a tinge of irritation in his voice.
Lisbon entered the bullpen.
"We have a homicide, Wainwright has asked us to deal with it as quickly as possible, so it must be someone important" she announced to the team.
"Why do important people always get special treatment when they die? I mean, they're dead, so they can't really do anything about it if they don't" Jane commented.
"Because people can't get away with killing important people without severe punishment, or else it might happen more often" Lisbon informed him.
"But what if you didn't kill the person because they were important? What if you killed them for some other reason?" Jane questioned.
"Look Jane, regardless of importance, we still need to find out who killed the guy because it's our job. So let's get going".
"Oh, hold on a sec, Rigsby owes me $10" Jane said, as if he'd only just remembered.
"Come on Jane, I'll pay you back later" Rigsby groaned.
"I don't think so". Jane pulled a hand from behind his back and revealed Rigsby's wallet, waving it around in victory.
"Hey, how did you do that? When did you take it?" Rigsby cried, lunging over the desk for his wallet.
Jane smile, dodging Rigsby's outstretched arm. He flicked open the wallet, took the $10 he was owed, and threw it back to its owner.
Lisbon rolled her eyes. She could never understand why he kept making bets with Jane. He had never won, and had probably lost hundreds of dollars in the process of trying.
Rigsby followed her in silence. Jane smiled at Van Pelt, who laughed as she left just behind Cho, who had broken his usual straight face and was grinning.
They pulled up at a large, expensive looking house, with perfectly manicured lawns and an impression of grandeur. This impression was ruined slightly by the three police cars parked in the driveway, lights still flashing.
Jane particularly hated the sort of people who lived in palaces like this, and Lisbon was even more concerned than usual about him insulting the family members of their victim. He was in one of those moods when he just loved causing trouble.
"Jane, please don't do anything to irritate the family, I'm serious" she had urged him on the way, but his response had not been encouraging.
"Only if they don't ask for it. That's the thing with most rich, powerful people. They think they're so superior to everyone else because they can buy their way up, but a lot of the time they're just stupid people who got lucky".
No matter how much she begged, he would not change his view. She contemplated leaving him to wait in the car, but she knew his insight would make up for every insult he made, and all the trouble he cause.
Providing it wasn't too serious.
Lisbon led the way across the lawn, and was met by a proud looking woman in her late fifties. Jane followed.
The woman was dressed in an elegant red dress and wore the most expensive jewellery Lisbon had ever seen. Her face was heavily made-up, her hair meticulous and she held herself with such authority that Lisbon found she felt slightly intimidated. She was also filled with dread, as this was exactly the type of person Jane found such pleasure in annoying.
"You must be Ms Lisbon, I'm so glad you're here" the lady greeted her, in a voice that lacked any sincerity and was riddled with superiority.
"It's actually Agent Lisbon" Jane piped up, but was quickly quietened by a well-timed glare from Lisbon.
"Ah yes, Agent Lisbon, and you are?" the lady directed at Jane.
"He's our consultant, Patrick Jane" Lisbon hurried to answer before Jane had a chance to dig himself even further into a hole.
"Well, as you probably already know my husband has been murdered, so I'll just show you up to the house" the lady said, and as she turned Lisbon glanced at Jane, shocked. The lady wasn't even pretending to mourn her late husband, and Jane seemed to have noticed this too.
"Um, excuse me, I didn't catch your name" Lisbon called to her, wanting to get her talking so Jane could work her out.
"Velma Hanson, my husband was Charles Hanson, the lawyer" she called over her shoulder without even pausing.
Jane raised his eyebrows at Lisbon, and together they followed Mrs Hanson up the steep driveway.
The house was a glowing white colour, with a wide staircase leading up to an engraved wooden front door, which had been propped open by a small table. The entrance hall was packed with police officers, along with Cho, Van Pelt and Rigsby
Lisbon and Jane made their way across the hallway to where the rest of the team were standing, over a plum coloured couch. Lying on the couch, pale and unmoving, was Charles Hanson. He wore a neatly pressed black suit with a red tie and polished black shoes. The once pristine white shirt was now splattered with red.
"Hanson was shot at close range last night, two bullets to the chest" Van Pelt updated them.
"There doesn't seem to be any signs of a struggle, so it's likely Hanson was asleep here and didn't hear his attacker approach him" Rigsby added.
"That makes sense" Lisbon agreed.
Jane was slowly pacing around the couch, occasionally bending down to get a closer look at the body. He suddenly straightened, and turned to Lisbon.
"Finished?" she questioned. He nodded with a cheerful grin.
"Then we'll go and question the wife, there's something up with her. She doesn't even seem to care her husband's been murdered. You guys can check up on Hanson, see who might want him dead. It could be someone he's angered through his work or maybe a more personal issue. See what you can find."
"Will do boss" Van Pelt assured her, as she lead Rigsby and Cho out the door.