Hey everyone! I've had this idea for the longest time and I've just now decided to try it out and see how it goes! Anyway I don't want to bore you with my rambling. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Mentalist or any of its characters…though that would be so cool!
"JANE!"
Agent Lisbon was beside herself. Once again her immature C.I almost cost them a case by breaking into the Zach Brittlemore's house. Zach happened to be the richest businessman within 1,000 miles. He also happened to be the number one suspect in a murder investigation. Sure they were able to catch the bad guy in the end but it could have gone either way. The last thing they needed was to be sued (not like that's anything new) but somehow, with a few minutes with Jane, our suspect decided not to press any charges. What Jane said to him to convince him otherwise was a mystery to her. Every time she asked Jane, all he would do was give her a mischievous smile and tell her that everything was taken care of and not to worry. This, of course, only made her that much more worried about this coming back to bite them in the butt.
Currently the team was joking around and eating their traditional end of case pizza. All joking around, however, ceased as Lisbon entered the bull pen and stormed toward the currently occupied and worn couch. Everyone's attention was on the two as they waited for Jane to respond to Lisbon's yelling. Their C.I only grunted and refused to open his eyes. Lisbon had to calm herself down before she could talk again. She prided herself in not losing her lid as so many agents have done before her working with Jane and she was not going to give in now!
"Jane I know you're awake." Lisbon said crossing her arms and attempting to give Jane a stern look. Instead of moving or giving away that he was awake, Jane remained perfectly still.
"Jane!" Lisbon tried again this time getting a response from the psychic.
"What can I do for you my dear Lisbon? I solved the case and Zach won't press charges you don't have to worry. Rigsby might have gotten you the wrong coffee this morning but really that doesn't mean you have to be so hostile. As for you being here you're going to lecture me about how irresponsible it was to sneak into his house and how I could have gone into jail or as you would put it gotten myself "locked up". You would then follow that statement by threatening that if I did indeed get "locked up" you wouldn't get me out…you know if you keep glaring at me like that your face will stick." Jane said without opening his eyes.
Lisbon was slightly taken aback but recovered quickly. Of course he knew why she was here she gave the same speech to him after every case, or it seemed that way at least.
Lisbon gave Jane an exasperated looked Lisbon sighed.
"You know I can't stop you from doing anything, God knows I've tried, but at least warn me before you do something like that. That way we can maybe warn the local police of what you're going to do before hand and avoid the whole trip to jail all together." Lisbon reasoned.
"Meh," Jane said waving his hand. "That would be no fun."
"This job isn't supposed to be fun; it's to catch bad guys so they don't kill more people." Lisbon countered.
"Potato, patato. Come on Lisbon you need to loosen up." Jane said finally opening his eyes and giving her one of his 100 watt smile.
Lisbon sighed, "Sure Jane, if that's how you want to look at it."
Lisbon walked away and as she passed the rest of her team asked them to keep an eye on him and call her if anything came up before making it back to her office.
After she left Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt went back to talking and turned back to their pizza. Opening up the lid Cho took one look inside then glared at Rigsby.
"What?" Rigsby asked with a mouth full of pizza.
"I can't eat this." Cho said in his usual monotone voice.
"Why not?" Van Pelt asked seeing as Rigsby was unable to form any audible words.
"It has pineapples on it." Cho said simply.
"So?" Rigsby asked.
"It's no longer edible." Cho said crossing his arms.
"Just take them off." Rigsby suggested.
"That won't work. I'll know they were there." Cho stated.
Rigsby shrugged, "More for me."
Van Pelt shook her head at the two's banter and looked at Jane lying on the couch by himself. She felt bad for him. She couldn't imagine losing her family not to mention how he blames himself for what happened. Van Pelt may not be a psychic like Jane but she does notice things…like how when he thinks no one's looking Jane lets his guard down and she gets a glimpse of the broken Jane. His eyes dim and his whole face ages a few years. It only last a second but it was enough for her to see that his past still haunts him. Jane is just a complex man with many masks. He is also a man that they knew little about, only that his wife and child were killed by Red John, he used to live in a carnival, and he was now currently working at Sacramento and helping with cases. She wished there was something that she could do to help him ease some of the pain but this was impossible. Besides Jane would probably think her efforts were more cute than helpful.
Waking up from her thoughts Van Pelt realized she was staring and quickly started up another conversation.
"Hey Jane, did you want to eat pizza with us? It's pineapple." Van Pelt asked.
"That's quite alright I'm comfortable right here." Jane says.
Van Pelt shrugged and turned back to Rigsby and Cho's conversation. After about twenty minutes of talking about everything from what looked better bows or ties, to who was better Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan the conversation somehow made its way back to their mysterious C.I.
"You know I've been thinking…we don't know much about Jane." Van Pelt said to Rigsby and Cho.
Cho shrugged, "So? It's not like we're lining up to tell our life's story."
"I don't know I think she's right." Rigsby said.
"You're only saying that because you like her." Cho said under his breath.
"Come on, you can't say you've never wondered why Jane is the way he is." Rigsby pushed further deciding to let Cho's comment go.
"Sure I do but there's nothing I can do about it." Cho stated simply.
Rigsby opened his mouth to say something else but was interrupted when the room went quiet. You're probably thinking, so what right? But think about it. When have you ever heard of a police station becoming absolutely quiet? Looking around the team noticed the lack of movement from all the other officers. One of them was a man in his late thirties frozen walking back to his desk after getting a cup of coffee. Another person, a woman with short brown hair and baggy clothing had her mouth open almost as if she was mid complaint about something but was hit with a freeze ray. Looking closer at a desk a few feet away they could see a stack of papers mid fall and were now levitating in the air. To sum things up things just got interesting at Sacramento.
Just then they heard a door open to their left and Lisbon came walking out of her office with a confused look on her face.
"What is going on?" Lisbon asked.
"We don't know we were just talking and then everything froze." Van Pelt explained.
"Are we the only ones not frozen?" Lisbon asked looking around.
"I think so." Rigsby replied.
"What about Jane? Did you guys check if he's frozen?" Lisbon asked looking over at the couch.
Cho walked over to the couch and gave Jane's shoulder a slight push to see if he would wake up. It seemed that, just like the rest of the building, Jane was frozen. Cho turned toward his boss and shook his head.
Lisbon sighed, "Okay so he won't be able to help."
In all honesty Lisbon didn't know what to think. Ironically having your whole building freeze wasn't in her CBI hand book. The best thing she could do was remain calm and try to figure out what was going on.
Then, just as sudden as the random freeze, a bright light illuminated the rest of the room. The team (minus Jane) covered their eyes unable to look directly at it. A few seconds later the light slowly began to dim allowing them to gain some of their eye sight back.
In the center of the room lay a single piece of paper that was rolled up into a…well roll. Slowly Lisbon walked over to the piece of paper and unrolled revealing a letter written in loopy handwriting.
Dear Mr. /Mrs. Wayne Rigsby, Grace Van Pelt, Kimball Cho, and Teresa Lisbon,
Firstly, I would like to apologize for any inconvenience sending you this message might have caused. Secondly, it has come to my attention that you four know very little about your C.I, Patrick Jane. It is heartbreaking that he is unable to open up to anyone. I am also concerned for his health. Keeping all these emotions bottled up will only end in disaster. That is why I came up with an ingenious plan to show you Jane's past. I will send you back in time where you get to see little bits of Jane's past here and there. You do not have to worry about changing the future. I will merely be showing you almost like watching a movie. You will understand me more when you go back in time.
Yours Truly,
Angela
Lisbon looked up from the note at the rest of her team. They all shared similar expressions of confusion and disbelief. They didn't know what to think or how to respond to that. Before they had a chance to process what the letter said they were sucked into a big, blue tunnel. It had a bunch of flashy lights and weird designs on the wall. They could hear a distant hum that could be heard from any angle. They couldn't move, almost like their arms and legs were glued to their bodies. After what seemed like ages (but in reality about a minute) the humming stopped only to be replaced with what sounded like carnival music. It was really sunny there and hot. Their best guess would be that it was around summer time. They were surrounded by bright colors and people everywhere. Every once and a while, Lisbon and her team would hear a bell ring from one of the many games that surrounded them.
Too busy looking around; Rigsby didn't notice a person walking toward him until she walked right through.
"Wha… what just happened?" Rigsby asked freaking out at the fact people can walk through him.
"I'm not really sure but from what the note said and the things that Jane actually told me, this is where he grew up." Lisbon guessed.
"So what, did we travel back in time or something? Because in the movies whenever a person went back in time, solid things couldn't go through them." Rigsby said still slightly freaked.
"Maybe we didn't go back in time." Van Pelt offered.
"Then how do you explain all this?" Rigsby argued.
"Maybe this is a memory." Van Pelt explained herself further.
"I didn't know Casper was in Jane's memory." Rigsby grumbled.
"Well we weren't here back then so we wouldn't be solid. If this was time travel sure but you can't really change a memory, can you?" Van Pelt.
"Well this isn't creepy at all." Cho said staring at a monkey a few tents down.
"Alright, we'll just have to go along with it for now. All we know is that this is Jane's memory. That means we should find Jane and figure out what's going on." Lisbon reasoned trying to keep her team calm.
They all nodded and continued walking in search to find their friend in the middle of the carnival.
Ta da! What did you think? Let me know and don't be afraid to P.M. me or review any questions, comments, or constructive criticism you might have. Hope you liked it and until next time!
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