Author's Note: Hello everyone :) I've recently become quite the Mentalist fanatic, so I decided to write a little Jisbon. This is only the first chapter, a nice quick preview of what's to come. If you like what you see, please review and I will be sure to continue with it. Reviews = Motivation! Thanks :)
Teresa Lisbon was in a particularly good mood that sunny October morning, and for no particular reason either. Nothing could have gotten on her nerves, really. Except maybe Patrick Jane, but she wouldn't expect anything less.
She sat in her office, twirling her pen and completely incredulous to the fact that she had absolutely no paperwork to do just then. Several cups of coffees the night before did just the trick. She knew she'd regret it when the caffeine wore off, but she decided not to dwell on that.
She was hoping for one of those rare homicide-free days so she could go home and catch a little sleep, as she was sure Jane did last night if not devouring his Red John files.
His obsession scared her, but it wasn't hard to understand why he was so caught up in the case, obviously. She'd do the same if it were her brothers. She just hated that awful, eerie glint in his eye at the mention of the infamous serial killer. That look promised horrible things to come.
She shook her head, shaking away the thoughts. Why ruin this one moment of peace?
Just as she had that thought, Rigsby came knocking on her door.
"We've got a fresh one, boss," he said, waving a CBI file he held in his hand. Lisbon sighed, but got up from her desk to follow him to the main bureau.
Van Pelt, Cho, Rigsby and Lisbon all gathered around the bulletin board. She looked around to see Jane's curly blonde head peeking up from the couch, one leg rested on his bent knee and carrying an air of strong indifference, as he usual did during new cases. She rolled her eyes slightly. She didn't bother calling him as she knew he'd saunter over when he spotted something he could use to show off his genius mind.
Rigsby went on explaining the new case. A gay couple murdered in their home. Lisbon listened intently, preparing herself for the new case that sounded a lot like a hate crime. Discrimination. Jane would soon make his smart ass remark and -
Lisbon's thoughts stopped dead as Rigsby mentioned the address of the crime scene.
She felt the blood leave her face. No, not there. Please, not there.
She heard the creaking of the couch as Jane got up to give some input on the case. Lisbon paid no attention as her thoughts were reeling.
She hadn't been there since...she didn't want to re-live it...
"Boss?" Van Pelt's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Hmm?" Lisbon muttered. She shook herself from her stupor. Showing weakness was not an option and it never would be.
The team looked at her expectantly.
"Right. Van Pelt, check if the couple have a history of hate crime against them. Death threats, blogs, anything like that. Jane and I will go to the crime scene. Cho, Rigsby, make sure Brenda doesn't come crawling to the scene. We don't know for sure if it's hate crime."
There was a chorus of "Yes, Boss," and the team split up while Rigsby muttered something about "media vultures."
Lisbon found it was a little hard to breathe in the little CBI office.
"C'mon," she said to Jane, who was making no effort to hide the fact that he was playing some mentalist game with her right now, and he knew something was wrong.
She did her best to avoid him as they made their way out to the SUV.