Hello, everyone! This story is one that has been running through my head for a very long time and I actually have a plan for it. If I stick with the plan, it should be quite a long adventure. It is a Mentalist/Stargate SG1 crossover, but will focus mainly on Lisbon and Jane. Pairings will be Lisbon/Jane and Jack/Sam. I think both couples have a lot in common, and hopefully this will be interesting to y'all!

Due to the craziness in my life over the next few weeks, I'll try to post as often as I can-hopefully every other day at least! It's not typed out yet –all in my head. Don't worry if you don't know much about Stargate. You can learn about it with our favorite CBI agents in the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist or Stargate SG1.

Chapter 1

Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon sighed as she massaged her temples, carefully avoiding the bruise that was spreading down her cheek. She could feel the migraine starting in the back of her head. Another case closed, followed by another verbal lashing from her boss over the latest escapades of her consultant. Minelli agreed that he got results, but Patrick Jane's unconventional methods were going to cost her either her job or her life if he didn't settle down. This time it was almost her life.

A young girl had been murdered, her body carelessly beaten and butchered by her foster parents. Thoughts of her own past made her reckless while Jane spouted off pleasant observations, oblivious to her pain. He didn't know what she had been through. No one did. They had gone back to the house on a whim based on one of Jane's wacky theories. They questioned the mother and Jane pressured the woman to tell the truth and give her husband up. Distracted, Lisbon never noticed the man behind her.

Jane watched her shift painfully at her desk while the other agents glared at him. He knew they blamed him, even though she didn't. He blamed himself. She never got hurt. She was never distracted until he joined the team. It was hard to remember she was as human as the rest of them. He knew she blamed herself, knew she was mentally berating herself for being caught in a moment of weakness. He watched as she winced as she reached for a file. Standing up, he headed to her office.

"Let me take you home," he said softly. She looked up at him then, green eyes meeting blue, as she searched his face for a secret motive. Finding only concern, she gave a slight nod. He frowned at her complacency. She must be in pain to agree so quickly. Wordlessly she stood, exhaling deeply through her gritted teeth. The others looked up as she pulled her door closed, locking it.

"Head home and get some sleep," she said firmly as she followed Jane down the stairs. She didn't argue as he led her to his car and opened the passenger door. She slid in slowly and rested her head against the cool glass of the window. He observed her out of the corner of his eye as she stared at the passing lights. The feeling of dread in his stomach worsened. She wasn't herself.

He followed her up to her apartment as she fumbled with her keys to unlock the door. Pushing it open, she didn't even glance back as she stepped into the darkness obviously intending for him to follow. He closed the door behind him, locking it and flipped on the nearest light switch. He wasn't sure where she had gone so he stayed in the living room. He took a moment to analyze the few personal effects she had carefully placed around the room.

A single photograph was framed on a shelf. A woman was holding the hand of a laughing little girl as they sat on a dock with their feet touching the water. He smiled and turned to the bookcase. Running his thumb along the spines he paused at a large book on theoretical astrophysics. It looked as if it had never been read, but it must hold some sentimental value to be so out of place surrounded by classic novels.

Startled, he pulled his hand back as she reentered the room in yoga pants and a tank top. She gave him a small smile as she caught him analyzing the scientific book. Silently, she walked to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whisky and two glasses.

"A childhood friend of mine wrote that," she said as she gestured to the book. "I haven't heard from her in years, but she was my best friend growing up." He didn't say anything as he sat next to her on the couch. He just wanted to be there for her. She downed her first glass and then refilled it. "I'll be fine. This one just hit a little close to home."

"I'm here if you want to talk about it," he said softly. She shrugged and finished the second glass while Jane still held his untouched glass.

"My mom died when I was 13. Drunk driver. My father damn near killed me and my brothers before killing himself." She paused, swirling her drink. "My brothers and I were placed into foster care for a few years after that. I wasn't exactly the most well-behaved teen and got shuffled around a lot. Jane, I've been abused and beaten. I'm damaged, but I was able to survive. That little girl…" she trailed off as Jane reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.

"It's okay, love," he said as he wrapped his arms around her holding her close. He was such a jackass for putting her through more pain. He had only known her a short time, but she was already his best friend. He felt hatred run through him at the thought of her childhood. No child should have to grow up like that.

"I'll be fine," she said quietly. "This was just a hard one. Normally, I hide it better. You're just too damn observant."

He held her until her breathing evened out into peaceful slumber and then scooped her up gently. She was too light, he thought. He'd pay closer attention to her for the next few weeks. He gently laid her on the bed, tucking her in like a child. She'd be back to herself in the morning he thought as he headed back to the couch.

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She woke up feeling well rested for the first time in months. Her ribs didn't ache as much as they did yesterday. Remembering the events of the night before, she closed her eyes in embarrassment. Who knew what he thought of her. She never meant to tell him that. At least she didn't have a hangover. That was a plus. Walking into the kitchen she smiled at the sight of him at her table. Putting down his newspaper, his eyes searched her face as he returned her smile. Picking up the coffee he had fixed for her, she headed back to her room to get ready for the day.

"Thank you for last night," she said when they arrived at the office. He ran his thumb over her hand.

"Anytime."

The other three drifted in slowly. The atmosphere in the room was returning to normal as the other agents seemed to forgive Jane at the sight of their boss acting like herself. Things were almost back to normal. Cho teased Rigsby. Rigsby stared love struck at Van Pelt, and Lisbon watched it all secretly amused as she finished her phone call.

"Alright people, we have a new case." Everyone looked up as she walked out of her office with a new file. Her brows were furrowed as she tried to make sense of what she had just been told.

"The local police have already processed the scene. We're being asked to lend some insight due to unusual details." Lisbon held up her hand as the others started to ask questions. "We have what appears to be a fight of some sort- may be gang related. Two bodies were recovered alongside several piles of ash. Local PD has taken possession of several unknown weapons. We need to determine threat level and decided if the FBI needs to be brought in. Van Pelt- I need you to stay here. Run the details through the system and see if you can find any similar MOs. The rest of you, head out."

Lisbon threw the SUV keys to Cho as they headed to the car. Driving downtown, she continued to flip through the file in her lap. Rigsby and Jane spoke in low tones behind her and she was tempted to turn around and see what they were up too. Searching through the bag at her feet, she pulled out two aspirin and swallowed them dry. Cho watched her worriedly out of the corner of his eye. She never took pain medicine. Cho parked near the yellow tape, as they climbed out of the car. Lisbon flashed her badge at the deputy holding the perimeter and headed towards the Sherriff. She frowned as she analyzed the scene that did not make sense.

"There should be more bodies," she mentioned to Cho. "It doesn't add up." The team looked up at the sound of nearby helicopters. A van pulled up quickly and two men and a woman exited in combat gear brushing past the deputy. The older man who appeared to be the leader walked up to Cho.

"We'll take possession from here. You're no longer needed." Cho stood stoically as he took a step back to allow Lisbon room to move forward.

"Excuse me, I'm the Agent in charge and this is my case. The military has no jurisdiction here. Your team will stand down." The man raised an eyebrow at the petite woman in front of him. He obviously wasn't expecting a woman to be in charge, especially a spitfire like this one.

"This is a matter of National Security, and we are authorized to take over with any means necessary."

"Asshole," Lisbon muttered, glaring as another man joined the first.

"We're going to need some identification," Cho stated as he stood at Lisbon's side.

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Colonel Jack O'Neill surveyed the scene as they drove up cataloging every person he saw. No one appeared to be a threat, but then again, these types of weapons were not supposed to be out of Area 51. Someone had leaked information and stolen weapons and was still out there.

"I hate cops," he said to no one in particular. Major Samantha Carter, his second in command smiled.

"I'm sure they'll hate you as well, sir." He smirked as they climbed out of the van and headed towards a small group of people.

Colonel Jack O'Neill stared at the woman in front of him with an eyebrow raised. He wasn't used to total disregard for his orders. He felt Daniel shift beside him, and he gestured to the linguist.

"I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson and this is Colonel Jack O'Neill. I apologize for Jack's behavior, but its imperative you turn over your investigation to the Air Force."

"I'm Senior Agent Lisbon and this is Agent Cho. I'm going to need a better reason than this pissing contest to hand over my case. Excuse me, I have evidence to tag." Daniel watched with a smirk as Agent Lisbon turned and walked towards a blond man.

"Good job, Jack. You're winning personality has once again paved the way for diplomacy."

"Shut up, Space monkey."

"Sir, you need to see this," Major Carter said as she walked over to her commanding officer. Jack watched as Agent Lisbon headed back over to them, blond haired man in tow. She stopped suddenly, eyeing his 2IC. Sam caught the woman's gaze and looked up, stunned.

"Sam?"

"Tess?"

"Tess??" The CBI agents looked at their boss.

"Carter?" Jack gave his 2IC a look that clearly wanted her to elaborate. Jane looked around the group.

"Jane!" he said pointing to himself. Lisbon rolled her eyes as the tall blond woman walked up to her with a smile.

"What did I miss?" Sam Carter asked as she neared the group.

"Agent Lisbon, here, called Jack an asshole," Daniel said with a grin. Sam smiled. A loud static sound suddenly filled the air.

"Get down!" Jack yelled as the teams took cover. Lisbon paused to double check her team's safety when she saw a weapon sticking out from the alley. It was pointed at Jane.

"Over there," she yelled to Sam as she sprinted towards Jane. A large blue flash hit them both before she could knock him out of the way. Cho's eyes widened at the still forms of Lisbon and Jane as the Air Force officers quickly apprehended the suspect. Checking to make sure the coast was clear; Sam ran over to the fallen two and was quickly joined by Cho and Rigsby.

"What the hell was that," Lisbon asked as she tried to sit up. Her shoulder felt like it was on fire. Jane began to stir beside her.

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck," he slurred slightly.

"It's your own damn fault for not paying attention," she replied much to the amusement of those around her.

"Just sit here and take some deep breaths. It'll pass," Sam said as the others looked at her suspiciously. Lisbon's eyes focused on the man who was headed their way.

"Care to enlighten me on what the hell that was, Colonel O'Neill?" she asked angrily.