A/N: Not sure exactly what this is....a bit of a character analysis from Cho's POV. Oneshot.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Mentalist, not making money from this.
I paused for a moment, raising my eyes from the blurring lines in front of me, to the chaos of the office before me.
They rather underestimated me, I felt. I mean, each of them thought the others were so definable, stereotypical, and I was the odd one out. Perhaps stereotypical wasn't the right word here, seeing as none of my teammates were anything like normal people.
That's pretty vague, though. You have to look for a deeper meaning.
Let's start with Grace Van Pelt, seeing as she's sitting closest to me. She's beautiful, no doubt about that, a stunning, strong woman, but so girlish in other ways. Her emotions are always the clearest – Jane reads her like one of those books you give to children, with big pictures and a word count of fifty. Delightful in her innocence; however she is sometimes confronting in her deeper meaning.
However, if Van Pelt is a children's book Rigsby is a recipe book. Chock full to the brim with lovability, but sometimes edgy, and he has the tendency to leave a bad taste in your mouth. Huge and solid, like a hardcover edition, and requires little reading ability – however I've noticed that the foreign terms can cause hang ups for some people.
And Lisbon. She'd have to be a Bronté. Jane Eyre? The strong female lead, undertones of feminism and a tragic unrequited love are Lisbon through and through. Her height misleads people, as Bronté's have the propensity to do, but her heart is gold beneath her hardened exterior. But who is the object of her unrequited love? One could hazard a guess to the man who is, quite simply, the diary of our little team.
Locked away inside the confines of tailored material, a charming and inviting cover somehow removed from the rest of us. Words one would love to, and yet is afraid, to read. He has all your secrets, generally against your will, and hardened covers let none slip, and continue to draw you inevitably.
And who am I? I'm defined by my penchant to read, and yet my inability to be read. But that's a story I'll tell another time.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, I'm not too happy with the ending. Reviews are much appreciated (:
