A/N: Ho ho ho people. Yes, I know I'm a shitty writer because I give up on my stories after writing the third chapters but I've decided that I'm gonna get this one to the end no matter what.
As you can guess from the summary and the title this faniction is inspired by the great movie "The Bodyguard". Brilliant Whitney Huston, Kevin Costner and everything. Though it's inspired by the movie it's gonna be pretty different from it (and TM obviously). Hope you'll give it a try and enjoy.
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"Miss Lisbon," Virgil Minelli called his best agent. "My office, please."
She walked through his office doors and sat in a chair placed across Minelli's table.
"Lisbon, we have a new case but it's a little bit different from our usual ones," he said sitting down himself and crossing his legs over his lap.
"Sir, what do you mean?" she asked curiously. In CBI there were never extraordinary cases that her team would not close, if her boss mentioned that it's an unusual case then it is.
"The victim's not dead plus we don't have a particular suspect. I know it sounds ridiculously but you have to take it. Do you know the famous Mr. Jane?"
"Uhm, who?"
"The famous showman. He's also a psychic; does tours, shows etc. Do you really not know him? The whole US is going crazy for him," Virgil ended the sentence with a roll of eyes.
Lisbon laughed bitterly in answer. Of course she had caught a glance or two of him on TV. He seemed extremely handsome to Lisbon though blond men weren't her type. "Oh that one. To be honest I don't watch TV that much and I don't really believe that there's such thing as psychics too. What's up with him?"
"You need to guard him," Minelli let the sentence slip out gingerly and slowly knowing Teresa Lisbon's stubbornness.
"Me? Why? There are million special bodyguard organizations, it's their job. Mine's to solve cases and to catch bad guys, you know it better than anyone else."
"Oh Lisbon, I knew you'd react like this but listen to me. He gets many letters from his fans and especially the sick ones but lately he started getting several warning letters that his friends think are written by the same person. The fact that 7 years ago somebody had raped and killed his wife and afterwards left a letter written in the same style as these seems very suspicious so in my opinion it's a case CBI should take and as you're my best agent I want you to take it."
Lisbon listened to his every word very carefully but still the stubbornness in her wouldn't let her give in easily. "But Sir-," she wanted to protest before Minelli interrupted her.
"Teresa," he said. "I ask you take it, it's kind of going to be our last case together." Virgil Minelli was a father-character to Lisbon and every time he mentioned her first name it meant he wanted to talk to her as a daughter. Minelli stood up and approached the only big window in his office. "I'm retiring."
"Oh Sir," Lisbon stood up too and hugged him. She didn't notice how it happened but tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I'll miss you here," she sure would. "Are you sure?"
"I'll miss CBI too but the time has come," he said while letting go of the hug. "My wife and I are going to move to Michigan, bought a house there in a small village near Erie lake, visit us anytime you like," he added seriously. "Actually that's an order."
They both laughed at his joke. Lisbon adored him so much she couldn't imagine the CBI without him but he also was going to leave California so it broke her heart a little bit more. He was a father-figure, a friend, the best of an agent, a wonderful person.
"What about the case," he said. "I don't want you to miss a case like this. Maybe it's a serial killer. Think it over please."
Lisbon just nodded in respond. Minelli was retiring and he asked her to take the case so anyways she would do it.
Next Monday morning Teresa Lisbon arrived to Mr. Jane's huge apartment in Malibu. Spooky she thought to herself. Lisbon approached the enormous black gates and beeped two times, after entrance door intercom's rustling a mannish voice spoke."Who's there?" it asked.
"Agent Teresa Lisbon. CBI."
"Who's blowing fire there?"
Lisbon rolled her eyes at the choice of the password but still answered. "Velvet dragon at Boy Wonder's castle." A damn kindergarten.
The gates opened with loud squeak and Lisbon drove by the narrow road leading to a big pool. The area was filled with teenagers swimming together, splashing water at each other. A certain blonde head of long curls caught her attention the most out of all the teens there. She was sitting by the water and merrily humming along the loud song that was playing.
Lisbon parked her car not far from the pool and got out. She was welcomed by a dark haired man in his late thirties, she supposed.
"Hi, I'm Walter Mashburn," the man said moving up to Lisbon and holding out a hand for her to shake. "Patrick Jane's producer."
"Teresa Lisbon," she answered shaking the offered hand. "I believe I've talked to you on the phone."
"Yes it was me. Let's go inside, I'll introduce you to Patrick," he smiled and went to walk in glass doors' direction nearby the pool. "Your boss told me you're one of the bests in California that's why I decided to call you."
Lisbon smiled in answer, truly flattered. "I've heard a little of Mr. Jane but I think I know the whole reason why I'm here," she noticed. "Is there anything more I need to know?"
Walter chuckled. "A little?" he asked ignoring the main question. "Only a little? Oh Miss Lisbon, believe me it's only better for your health. If seriously A) You need to know he can be very childish and nosy sometimes but he's one hell of charming and wonderful person when you get to know him and B) I think you know everything about what's happened so far."
She nodded. Mr. Jane seemed to be truly wonderful but it was his producer's opinion so everything was only beginning. Though she had told Minelli that if anything wouldn't match her standards she'd give the case up, she still felt like it was going to be one of the bureau's most important cases so she wanted to take it after some time of consideration.
Behind the glass doors that Lisbon and Mashburn walked through, was placed Jane's kitchen. It was connected to the living-room and stairs from there led to the vast corridor on second floor. The narrow continuation of the corridor led to, what seemed like, bedrooms. On the left side of the stairs was located Mr. Jane's famous private studio. The studio was full. A group of young people was dancing to loud music in the middle of the room. Cameras were everywhere and in front of the dancing floor was sitting a blond haired man in a king-sized armchair.
Lisbon at first thought that living in such a large apartment for someone would be difficult, tiring and that that someone would feel lonely but seeing all the people there, the agiotage going on she realized it wouldn't be the same in Patrick Jane's case.
"Filmed," the operator shouted. As everybody started talking and discussing a chaos appeared. Walter, who was waiting for the filming process to end, moved through the bunch of people and whispered something to Jane. Jane stood up and they both walked in Lisbon's direction. Lisbon looked the blonde man from up to down. He was wearing a simple white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a blue vest matching his trousers and a dazzling smile on his face. "Now I understand why is the whole US going crazy for him," Lisbon thought to herself and rolled her eyes. In real life he was hotter than on TV, there was no doubt.
"Patrick Jane," he said.
"Teresa Lisbon," she answered. They shook hands not breaking eye contact.
"That's a nice name," Jane muttered, mostly to himself. "Would you like a drink?" he asked Lisbon and not waiting for her answer shouted to the handsome man lying on the leather couch in the corner of the room. "Orange cocktail for our guest, Pete!"
"Without alcohol, please."
"That'll be just orange juice then," Jane frowned.
"I know. I would like to talk about the case," Lisbon mentioned while taking her glass of orange juice. "Is there a less noisy place we can talk?"
As the three of them stepped into the fresh air of balcony Walter asked. "So, what are we going to do?"
"We'll start by changing all the cameras, intercoms, and safety systems. They're really old. I'll place my people in positions around the apartment," Lisbon answered.
"My people are doing a great job," Jane snapped at Lisbon. "I think there's no need of your people."
"But I trust mine and they're highly trained professionals," Lisbon answered calmly.
Knowing Jane's stubbornness Mashburn joined the conversation. "I think both commands can work together."
Jane gazed at him and moved away to stand at edge of the balcony. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to all of this," Jane dramatically threw his hands in the air.
"Well, I can leave right now," her tone was still calm.
"Patrick! Think about Charlotte's safety!" Mashburn yelled. He was right. After what happed to Angela 7 years ago, Jane was being extra careful when it came to Charlotte.
"Alright. Okay. Anything for Charlotte's safety."
After some more discussing and arguing they decided to start the renewing of the security system the next day. Jane was really impressed by Lisbon's professionalism, not to mention her penetrating green eyes and strength in such a petite frame. He watched her every movement, her facial expressions and tried to read her, to take her whole in.
"I can show Miss Lisbon around while you get everything set for tomorrow's show," Jane offered Mashburn as the three of them walked down in the pool area's direction.
"Sure," he answered and winked at Jane before disappearing from his sight. Not that the wink was not appropriate, but Jane was feeling a little bad at the thought of trying to seduce a woman: a cop, who was going to protect him and his daughter. Sure there were many pretty women that he had met in those 7 years but something in Teresa Lisbon was attracting him in an unbelievable way to her though Jane knew her only for a little over forty minutes. He slightly shook his head trying to clear it from the thoughts of seducing her and deciding to literally show her around and get acquainted with her working style better.
"So," he said fully turning his attention to Lisbon. "Where do we start?"
"I'd like to meet Charlotte and learn more about your guys if it's not a problem," she answered with a little smile.
Jane smiled one of his million dollars smiles. "Charlotte's my treasure, you are going to like her. This way," he told her and guided her by lightly pushing at the small of her back with his left hand and sending a shiver down her spine with such an unexpected gesture. Being around a man like Patrick Jane was sure dangerous for a woman's health.