A/N: Hey guys! This is my first one shot so I hope you bear with me. Im still working on The Other Lisbon, a little slowly, but it's a working progress nonetheless. I really thought I was gonna have this amazing free time during summer break but those were just silly illusions since I have training/conditioning for volleyball.
This is dedicated to my almost sisters, Kyle, Lennie and Thea, who recently became Mentalist fans and Jisbon shippers!
Hope you guys enjoy this. Spare a girl some line in the end and tell me what you think… should it stay a one shot or not…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…
Surf's up
Early Monday morning, the women's bathroom was buzzing with the hottest news involving the guys from Forensics, Narcotics, Organized and Serious Crimes Unit.
"I woke up late yesterday and I missed my morning run at the beach so I settled for tanning and swimming instead," voiced Agent Maddie Simmons.
"And?" piped up Agent Andrea Walsh. "What's so important with you missing your morning runs to the beach?"
"Yeah," agreed Agent Kylie Tan. "Don't you usually miss them most days anyway?"
Agents' Walsh and Tan turned to each other and snickered simultaneously then looked back to where an exasperated Agent Simmons leaned against the white porcelain sink.
"Whatever!" Simmons exclaimed, "Let me finish will you?"
The other two agents nodded and Simmons started explaining.
"I was tanning and reading this new leadership module when a herd of H-O-T hot, hot men clad in wetsuits just started marching into the beach carrying their boards. When I started to ogle them closely, I found out that they're our co-workers! Our freaking co-workers!"
"You were ogling them? Please tell me you at least tried to be covert and had glasses on or something?" said Tan.
"Of course! I wouldn't be that stupid!"
"Which co-workers are you talking about?" asked Walsh.
"Drew, Hernandez and Lim from Forensics; Agents' Hall, Wyatt and Anderson from Narcotics downstairs; Agents' Matthews, Spencer, Suarez and Paxton from Organized Crimes; the last three are from Lisbon's team, Agents' Rigsby, Cho and their wayward, extremely sexy and unavailable consultant, Patrick freaking Jane.
The three sighed dreamily at the mention of the consultant. Agent Simmons shared how she rated the twelve agents and the only consultant accordingly by hair, body, surfing skills and overall hotness with Patrick Jane scoring the highest on the list. The three agents started planning their weekend rendezvous to see if the guys show up for another surfing competition. They were so busy planning that they were caught off guard when the flushing of a toilet from the end stall sounded and SCU's rookie, Agent Grace Van Pelt stepped out with a wickedly smug grin.
Van Pelt washed and dried her hands before looking back at the other agents, "You don't have to go on Saturday because they only go during Sunday at 8 in the morning," a muffled 'have fun' was heard when she stepped out of the bathroom.
The three agents were left stunned in the bathroom and after a few seconds of shared suspicious looks, accepted their new tip.
They separated and reported to their respective teams, sharing the new Intel to the other ladies of the CBI throughout the week.
SUNDAY…
"Where the heck is Jane?" Rigbsy asked Cho impatiently.
"He said he's on his way," was Cho's deadpan reply.
"Better be! I don't want to lose against Narcotics today."
"Give the guy a break. He was out late last night with his hot date and that's probably why he's late." Cho raised his hands to make air quotes when he mentioned hot date.
"Jane, Patrick Jane? Are we discussing the same Patrick Jane? The Jane we know doesn't go on dates." Rigsby said disbelievingly.
5 minutes later, twelve guys and several women from the CBI who are discreetly hidden around the beach, looked at the direction of the parking lot where a speeding blue mustang skidded abruptly at the empty parking space.
Both doors opened to reveal a bare chested Patrick Jane and a petite woman clad in a white hooded sweater, black short shorts and black aviator sunglasses. The walking enigma went to the driver's side after unhooking the latch on her side and take Jane's place as Jane started unbuckling his board from the roof of the car.
To the public eye, Cho maintained his iron clad facial expression but to anyone on the Serious Crimes, you didn't have to have Patrick Jane's mentalist skills to know that the Korean man was amused and impressed with what he was witnessing. Rigsby's jaw dropped to the sand along with the lady operatives of the CBI when Patrick Jane wrapped his arms tightly around the petite woman and leaned down to kiss her.
…
"Patrick, slow down!" came the apprehensive yell from the passenger's seat.
"I'm late babe and Rigsby's gonna have my head for it especially with all the bets he's lost against me and Cho combined, he needs this." He grinned cheekily.
"Well, I do like your head. Just be careful."
The car haphazardly maneuvered a parallel park at the nearest open spot on the beach parking lot and the two jumped out of the car to unfasten the Jane's board and next thing she knew, she was wrapped in everything Patrick Jane and they were making out like they were the only ones on the beach and there was nobody else around them. Hanging jaws and bugged out eyes were everywhere but the couple deeply engross with each other didn't notice that they were to become the CBI's main entertainment tomorrow morning.
A few gasps, approving whistles and 'get a room' erupted which caused the two to rouse them from their hazy, dream-like state and she pulled back slightly, enough to notice a strand of an unruly curl displaced from the perfectly luscious set of blonde curls.
"Have fun with the guys and don't show off too much."
"Where's the fun in that? I also heard quite a few CBI agents talking about this extremely hot blonde man surfing today and talk of the building is that he's quite amazing with the waves as well," he paused to kiss her on the forehead and softly murmured, "we can't have that, can we now?"
She shot him another version of her irritated glare, one which amuses Jane to no end.
"Why, is my little fiancé jealous?" Jane asked cheekily.
She swatted his arm playfully before giving him another hug.
With a lingering kiss to his cheek, she loosed her hold on him.
She was thankful that she had her hair in a messy bun with a couple strands of her wavy ebony curls hanging free, was wearing her glasses and hoodie to give her the desired anonymity from their audience because she knew for sure that the rumor mill in the CBI will be working double time come Monday morning.
He extricated his hold on her and she him.
Lisbon tiptoed up to kiss Jane one last time before leaving, "Can you catch a ride with the guys later? I might be late if I pick you up from running errands. I'll see you back home, ok?"
"Ok, have fun my dear," he picked up his board and tuck it under his armpit before saying, "love you."
A whispered "love you too" was all the inspiration he needed to kick some agent butts once in the water.
Monday…
As the door to the elevator opened, Rigsby ran, with a speed he usually uses when he either pursues a criminal on the run or run for the freshly baked goods on the kitchenette counter, towards the Korean man's desk. "Cho, the same blue mustang from yesterday is parked right in the front parking space!" he relayed the information breathlessly.
"Jane's Citroen is still in the repair shop, his girlfriend probably loaned it to him for the day," said Cho monotonously.
"Jane's girlfriend, huh?" Van Pelt said, joining in the conversation. "So the rumor going around is true, that Patrick Jane, the CBI's fiend-like closing consultant had a hot make out session at the beach yesterday."
"How did you know about that?" asked Rigsby.
"Please! The women's bathroom was buzzing ten times louder compared to last week when I told them when you guys surf. Did you guys get a good look on who the girl was?"
"She was wearing sunglasses and her back was to us," Cho said looking up and discarding his book as the conversation got interesting.
"Like I told you, her car is on the parking lot," Rigsby flailed his arms, emphasis of his irritation that nobody seems to listen to him. He pulled Van Pelt to the windows to see the parked car, "right there!"
"What do you want me to do, run her license plate? If Jane finds out he's gonna kill us and it's completely illegal," supplied Cho.
The bubbly girly girl in Grace Van Pelt came out when she saw the familiar mustang. How could she not know whose car that belonged to when it practically picked and dropped her off for yoga every Saturday? "Oh my god! Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!"
"What is it Grace?" asked the concerned Rigsby.
"You don't need to run any plate. I know whose car that is," was the whispered reply.
"Whose?" chorused the two male agents.
She looked towards her boss's office before answering and witnessed the usual bit of Jane annoying Lisbon to no end before giving her answer.
"Its Lisbon's."
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