Chapter 1 - We wait
"JANE!!" The screeching cry echoed through the office. Rigsby winced and covered his ears; he looked over at van Pelt who sighed as she waited for the tirade of anger about to be directed towards the blond consultant. Patrick himself lay on his worn leather couch looking remarkably unruffled for one about to feel the full force of his Bosses anger. He simply lay on the couch looking up at the oddly shaped stain on the ceiling and waited.
"Patrick Jane!" A petite woman with black hair came storming out of her office and barrelled down the length of the room, she came to a whirling stop at the foot of the couch. She's going to pout and do that foot tap thing like she always does when she's angry thought Patrick. "Patrick, are you listening to me?" Teresa Lisbon exclaimed with her feet tapping away at her anger. At seeing the gesture Patrick suppressed a smile, closed his eyes and said calmly, "You know Lisbon, you shouldn't shout; there are much more effective ways for an attractive woman such as yourself to get what you want." "Isn't that right Bosco?!" He opened his eyes, leant his head over the back of the sofa arm and yelled the last part at a middle aged man passing by the office who blushed and hurried past.
Patrick looked up and around the office, Rigsby and van Pelt spent the night together he noted before turning his attention back to Lisbon who was glaring at him with a light flush gracing her cheeks. She is very angry; I wonder what I did now? mused Patrick as he waited for his Boss to explain. "Patrick he's gone," Teresa said shortly, she's obviously not in the mood for games, "and I am sure that would mean a lot to me if I only knew who you were talking about," Patrick intoned glibly. "Let's see if I can refresh your memory then," shrieked Lisbon wow thought Patrick she shrieked, never heard that before whoever is missing must be really important. Patrick pondered all this with a politely interested face, "okay Lisbon," he said, "who?"
Lisbon turned to face the room, "Peter Walker, the young boy who witnessed our murderer, and who was supposed to be under the care of a certain Patrick Jane, has gone." "Oh," said Patrick sitting up, "that is bad, yes?" "He was our only lead in this murder Patrick, he is important in ways you do not understand, and now, thanks to you, he is gone." She turned back to her other employees whilst Patrick looked down chagrined, he should have payed more attention to the boy, and yet again he had ruined things for his co-workers in the office. "So what do we do know," asked van Pelt. "We wait," said Lisbon, "and see if he shows up on the grid." "Don't worry boss," soothe Rigsby, "he'll have to show up at some point." "Yeah." Van Pelt agreed, "We'll catch him Boss."
Cho walked obliviously into the office then stopped as he took in the tense atmosphere, he looked over to Patrick sitting guiltily on the couch with Lisbon standing over him like a strict headmistress with a naughty schoolboy. "What did he do this time," Cho deadpanned looking at Patrick without any emotion. Hearing this Jane looked up and cracked a small smile sometimes I swear that man is more of a physic than I ever was. "He lost our key witness," van Pelt sighed. "Wow," Cho said coolly, "so I guess we wait, huh?" "Yes," Lisbon agreed angrily, "we wait."