A/N: First ever story! I made this while bored in the summer holidays, so if it trails off a little that's me going asleep. Read and Review all critism welcome..
Disclaimer: i do not own the mentalist.
Blurb:
Sometimes it's hard to let go off the past and the only way out is death. It's the blood that courses through your veins, the hair that grows from your skin, the unwanted thoughts within your head. It's a part of you and… you hate it
While investigating the strange case of a middle-aged Russian gardener, Consultant, Patrick Jane becomes more involved than he believes himself to be. As the lines of fate run rings round him, Jane can't help but fall into temptation. But who is calling him on?
Chapter 1:
After yet another sleepless night Patrick Jane entered the CBI Building, which was soon becoming his second home. Truth be told he probably slept more, or napped on the job than at home. He squinted his eyes as he took in the bright offices lights and a smile broadened across his face as he saw the team was doing everything he predicted.
Agent Kimball Cho was sat at his desk, delving into a book. His stoic face revealed nothing of the novel which enticed his eyes. Casually flicking each page by as the plot deepened Cho was a man of few facial expressions. Rigsby sat behind him munching away on a full fat chocolate mega bar, as he longingly stared at his female colleague Grace. Jane could read every word from Rigby's head and some were to 'personal´ to repeat even alone in his head. Not even noticing her co-worker's gaze, Van Pelt was prodding away at her computer. Endless lists of numbers and data entered the system without fail. Van Pelt glanced occasionally at the screen to the check it through. Efficient and systematic, not just a pretty young red-head.
Away in the comfort of her own office, head of the team, Theresa Lisbon sat soundly at her desk. Her face held a calm and rested composure, a rare sight in the office. She claimed to have a busy life when in fact Jane could tell that between work and sleep Lisbon would sit for hours on end tediously flicking through channels, whilst swindling a spoon through a cold ready cooked meal still inside its original plastic casing.
The ringing of a phone pulled her out of her daydream and with a brisk pace her hand swept in to silence the phone. She took it up quickly and rested it against her face, replying with formal short answers as a frown fell upon her face. Another case, Jane suspected.
Not feeling the need to console his 'boss' Jane receded to his beloved brown couch. Slouching into his only comfort zone, he closed his eyes and drift through his thoughts. It didn't last long.
Jane soon felt something pounding softly into the side of his waist, a voice was calling his but his selective hearing pushed it aside. Can't the world wait a while?
It was only till he felt his ear being twisted at an estranged angle did he feel the need to come into action. His body lurched up into a sitting position and he couldn't help but yelp at the sudden pain enveloping his reddened ear. His eyes opened to meet to the stern and some-what annoyed face of Lisbon. 'Care to join us, Jane?' she queried.
'Sure'
The rest of the team had already left in the SUV, leaving Jane to accompany Lisbon towards yet another crime scene, alone.