Chapter 1: Let The Games Begin

A/N: It's an AU fic. But still classic Jisbon.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist or any of its characters. I promise to return them unharmed, all except Patrick Jane. He might be a little traumatized. Can't promise anything.

The sound echoed throughout Rigsby's apartment. The dark headed male lay stretched out on his sofa lazily.

"Grace! The door!" he called to his live-in girlfriend. Grace appeared from the kitchen where she was preparing "snacks". That is, salad.

"Get it yourself," she called irritated. That's how it gets when you've been dating for a year.

Wayne pushed himself off the couch and made his way to the door, all the way grumbling about lazy girlfriends.

"What's that?" Grace stuck her head through the kitchen door, a genuine confused expression gracing her features.

"Nothing dear!" he quickly called before reaching to open the door to his flat.

"Hey man," Cho and Patrick said in unison as they pushed past him.

"Wayne, hey, what's that I smell?" Patrick whispered to him.

"Yeah dude, is that organic?" Cho joined in. All three looking quite scared.

"It's Grace, man. She keeps trying to feed me garbage 'cause "It's healthy". She's in there now cooking," he finished.

"Where're the snacks?" Patrick asked slightly fearful of the answer.

"Here it is," Grace interrupted as she settled a gigantic bowl of salad on the table before them. Cho, Wayne and Patrick glanced at each other dramatically. She smiled, ignorant to the horrendous looks on each of the guys' faces. Grace then turned and headed back into the kitchen.

"What's going on Wayne?" Patrick asked the younger male.

"Don't sweat it guys," he replied, a sheepish grin spreading across his face, "I'm prepared this time." He expertly reached over and opened a cabinet revealing a well stock supply of snacks and drinks.

"Nice." Cho commented just as the door bell rang once more. Wayne slammed the cabinet closed as Grace entered to get the door.

Grace pulled open the door to let Teresa in. She was there for the same reason the guys were. It was game night. She was happy to see all her friends again since she hadn't seen them for a while, all except Patrick. He was always throwing suggestive remarks at her just because he knew it made her uncomfortable. And that grin of his. That stupid, idiotic smirk he wore when he was so sure of himself. His ego was another thing. He was so sure that every woman on the face of the planet wanted him 'oh so bad'. She scoffed. There was so much she should hate about him, but she couldn't hate him. No matter how much she tried, and that was why she despised herself; for liking him.

She walked in, after receiving a hug from Grace, and walked up to the guys. Of course, Patrick was the first to notice her. He knew she had arrived even before she entered the apartment. "Hey, Teresa's here," he said cheerily.

"Hi guys," Teresa greeted them careful not to address Jane directly.

"Teresa, you look lovely tonight."

"Thanks Jane."

"And you smell rather intoxicating too," he added with a smirk and moved extremely close to her, and what? He sniffed her?

She pushed him away, "Patrick, stop sniffing me!"

He smiled complacently.

"Okay, guys. Let the games begin." Grace called, anxiously trying to prevent another fight to erupt between Teresa and Patrick.

"What is that?" Wayne asked his girlfriend as she produced a bottle from behind her back.

"What? It's a bottle Einstein," she quipped playfully rolling her eyes a little.

He sighed, "I know that. But what are you doing with it?"

In the meantime, Cho had presented his pack of cards thinking that was what they were going to use.

"It's for Spin the Bottle. We must have a bottle for Spin the Bottle, duh."

Wayne's eyes widened visibly, "Oh, no, no, no. We're playing poker. Not that stupid girly game."

"Come on man, it could be fun." Patrick stood up for Grace.

Rigsby groaned. There was no use fighting with Grace especially now since she had a passé. "Fine, but then we play poker, agreed?"

She nodded, silently adding in her head, Yeah, right.

Cho stashed his cards away. He was not getting wrapped up in this. "Guys, look, I'm going up to watch TV. Call me when this is over." They nodded and knelt on the rug. All except Teresa. As Cho was about to leave she called him to wait up on her, but Jane was not going to let her get off so easily. "Come on Teresa, where are you going? Don't be such a bore." He smirked as she stopped in her steps. That ought to do it. She turned around glaring at him. She was going to show him who was a bore.

Preview: It spun with as much vigor at the previous times before coming to a slow and steady stop pointing once again at Patrick but the individual at the other end that it pointed to was different. Teresa Lisbon stared wide-eyed at the devious bottle before glancing upwards to Jane.

"Oh no," she groaned out loud, although she hated to admit that she felt a flutter inside.

A/N: Well let me know if I should continue. Take care, xxx Cordy 