Author's Note: So I'm new to this genre of fics, but I just love the Mentalist and the characters. And since Jane and team are so great, this just popped into my head. Enjoy!
"Chewbacca!" crowed Patrick Jane, a smile brightening his face and his eyes dancing in amusement as he sat on his much loved, old brown leather couch.
"No way! Out of all the Star Wars characters, I can't believe I get the fuzzy walking bear," complained Agent Wayne Rigsby to his coworker and friend Kimball Cho.
"Admit it," Jane replied. "You're a great, big, helpful..."
"Why can't Cho be Chewbacca?" Rigsby turned to Cho while Jane's smile widened even more. Cho, engrossed in GreatExpectations, glanced up for a second and said simply, "Because I'm not. At least Jane didn't make you an ewok."
"When I was little, I used to wish I had Chewbacca for a friend," added Grace Van Pelt. She knew Wayne was embarrassed. Even though they weren't together anymore, he still paid almost too much attention to what she thought of him.
"It's already been decided; now let's move on to Cho..."
Suddenly, Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon marched through the door, a coffee cup in hand and a frown lightly set in her emerald eyes and small mouth.
"What's going on?" she asked petulantly.
"Well, we were discussing which Star Wars characters we'd be. If you're not familiar with the tale, it's about a young man who becomes a master of the Force and discovers his father is part of the evil he's fighting, although in the end his father has some good in him. I always considered that part a bit of hogwash, but..."
Lisbon, as usual, cut Jane off. "We don't have time for this!" Jane noticed her frown had gotten quite deeper dangerously. "Van Pelt, I'll drive. Let's go."
"We still haven't guessed who I am yet," Jane teased, trying to lighten her almost terrifying gaze on him as the team moved towards the elevators.
"Fine, you're Luke Skywalker. Move it!"
Lisbon couldn't help but noticing Rigsby's snickering behind his hand while Van Pelt bit her lip to hold back a smile. However, in the corner of her eye she saw Jane's ocean-blue eyes lose their sparkle and his hands begin to fiddle in the pockets of his three-piece suit. But, like she told them all, she didn't have time to think about it.