Halloween at the CBI

Hey Fanfiction Fans! This is my first fanfic here and well its about one of my fav showmances: Jisbon! From the Mentalist!

And well I hope you like it! Please, please, please review! If you review I get inspired to write more! And I just love your input!

Chapter 1

The CBI was cursed, cursed by what is the terrifying lame and childishly vane holiday of Halloween, or at least according to Teresa Lisbon. On Lisbon's team a majority of the agents were all for the witched, goblins except for Lisbon.

It had all started a week earlier, when the team had just closed another case. As usual they were back at headquarters congratulating and

high–fiving each other, when suddenly a man with a bushy mustache and cowboy hat walked in clearing his throat.

"Hank!" chorused the team. Hank had been the uncle of the little girl who had fallen victim to the kidnapping case they'd just solved. Thankfully they'd tracked down the kidnapper before any harm could be done to the girl and had brought her home safely. Hank was also the owner of a very successful party and event planning business that serviced things like parties, dances, DJ's and clowns. The man had it all.

"Hi yal!" he bellowed in a rich Texan accent, his hands fastened tightly around his shiny new belt buckle.

"Hank," exclaimed Agent Grace Van Pelt stepping forward. "What are you doing here?'

"Well, I'm just so thankful you returned my 'lil niece, that I just had to come here and propose a gift to show ma thanks."

"Hey man," Rigsby went up to Hank to pat him on the shoulder. The two men were the exact same height. Tall. "We're just doing our job."

"Well I know, I know but I've already had it planned and its no big thing really. Ya see each holiday our company throws a party for the employees and to advertise our services. And this year we're throwing a huge Halloween party, 'n we'd just love if you'd all come!"

For those first seconds everyone just stared. Hank was the sort of man that didn't attract very many people –unless you were a beer guzzling, denim wearing, party machine with a pair of cowboy boots.

"Sounds fun!" chimed Van Pelt smiling.

'Sure I love a good party! Wait will there be food?" asked Rigsby anxiously.

Hank chuckled a low and hearty chuckle and smiled. "What's a party without it?" Rigsby nodded.

"I'm in," decided Cho eagerly.

"I love a good scare. I'm in." Jane glanced over at Lisbon. "How about you Agent Lisbon? Are you interested in attending?"

Lisbon bit her lip nervously unsure. She hated Halloween. "I don't know. I have a lot of paperwork to finish."

"Come on Lisbon, it'll be fun! Please!" whined Jane with that sparkling smile that she always gave into.

And she did…again.

Lisbon slammed her car door and struggled to keep track of the many boxes and bags she had just unloaded from her SUV. At first it was easy and she succeeded but then she started on her way across the parking lot and fumbled. A box slipped from her grasp.

When she didn't hear it hit the ground Lisbon tried desperately to look over the towering stack.

"Good morning Lisbon," smiled Jane appeared magically from behind the load she had in her arms. "I feel it is my duty to ask why a pretty and highly respected woman like you should be carrying such a heavy load on a day like this?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes, as he began to unstack the boxes and re-stack them in a pile of his own., therefore lightening her load. "And what day is that?" she asked as they made there way across the parkinglot.

"Why it's the day before Halloween of course! Halloween Eve!" he beamed. With her load much lighter she relaxed her shoulders and discovered a slight pain there. She looked across to see Jane looking at her.

"What? You're going to tell me that you don't like Halloween!" he pondered shock stricken.

It was true. There was nothing worse than that rueful day, when children dressed up in store bought costumes and rang your doorbell until the early hours of the morning, just to chow down on a ton of cavatiy causing garbage. Yes, as a kid , Lisbon had always had a toothy grin and always kept her oral hygiene at its best. On Halloween, her parents would never let her go door to door and that was fine with her. It saved her from the ever present fear of child molesters and kidnapoper that could be living amoungst them. Not to mention the rotten idea of cavities and tooth decay. To Lisbon, Halloween was BAD news.

She gave him a look that said "Not really no."

"Lisbon, I must confess I'm surprised. I thought you would be all for the seasonal scare festivities!" he shook his head clearly disappointed. "How can you not like Halloween? It's just the most exciting time of year. When the trees turn a sizzly orange and the air a muster of pumpkin pie!"

Lisbon rolled her yes. "Very poetic,"

"Anytime."

"I just don't appreciate kids making their parents overspend on costumes they'll only ever wear once and getting high on sugar."

"I disagree."

"What? You enjoy seeing teenagers bouncing off the walls with hyperness?"

'No, I once knew a little girl who wore her Halloween princess gown for three years," Jane remembered his daughter.

"What happened?"

"Hannah Montana came into fashion.

Sorry that was really long chapter and it was probably really bad and boring.. but don't worry it gets much much better! Please review and throw in your input! Get ready for Chapter 2 3 xox