Disclaimer: No money from this and I don't own the mentalist or NCIS, although I seriously wish I had them on DVD

Author's Note: Hello readers, so I started to write this crossover between my two favorite shows before I got swept up in Change and In Time and this was taking up space on document manager so I'm gonna upload it now (at lunch, lol). Hope you like :)

"Have a nice weekend Tony?" inquired the ex-mossad officer as he briskly threw himself into the chair beside his desk.

"Fine," he grumbled in reply, "you?"

"You are lying and trying to change the suject," she pointed out.

"You're right, I am."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Elaborate what?" McGee asked as he joined them.

"None of yout buissness McNosy," snorted DiNozzo.

"Call Ducky we got a dead Marine," their boss announced as he appeared from around the corner, the team rushed into action. They soon arrived at the alley where the deceased had been found.

The victim was a man in his early thirties, he was slumped against a dumpster with three gunshot wounds to his chest.

"Who found him?" Gibbs asked the LEO who greeted them.

"Garbage man found him and called us, we found he was a marine and called you," explained the man somewhat nervously.

"Name?"

"Gunnery Sargent James Lisbon."

Gibbs nodded and turned back to the scene which his team were photographing. Palmer and an irriated Ducky joined them shortly.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr Palmer went and got us lost. Again," Ducky exclaimed as he went to look at the body. They were all surprised when they heard a cell phone ringing, and it wasn't one of theirs, "found it," announced Ducky waving an unfamiliar cell phone at them, Gibbs took it off him and answered.

"Hey James, sorry I haven't gotten back to you but work was hectic, y'know?" said a woman's voice on the other end of the phone, "don't have work for a few hours so what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Who is this?" Gibbs asked.

"Who is this?! Who are you and why do you have my brother's phone?" demanded the woman.

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS."

"NCIS... please tell me James is not dead," she pleaded.

"I'd rather not discuss this over the phone."

"He is dead," stated the woman sounding defeated.

"I can neither confirm or deny that."

"I know, I'm a cop too. Agent Teresa Lisbon, CBI... I'll be there as soon as I can," and then the phone line went dead...

Almost as soon as she hung up the phone she was on her way to CBI. She stalked through the near deserted building to her desk.

"Hey Lisbon, what's up?" Jane asked from his couch, she jus ignored him as she entered her office and closed the door.

She sat down at her desk and went to book a flight to D.C. she still couldn't believe James was dead, her little brother by a meager 2 years. She should have returned his phone call yesterday, it didn't matter of she was busy. She should hav-

"Lisbon, what's wrong?" Jane asked again as he peered through the doorway looking concerned.

"None of your buissness Jane!" she snapped returning her attention to booking the ticket.

"If you didn't want me to bug you then you should have booked tickets to D.C. at your home," Jane pointed out from behind her shoulder.

"Jane! Don't do that, sneaking up on people is not nice," Lisbon explained scowling at him.

"So is keeping secrets from me," he added giving her a smile, "why are you going to D.C.?"

"My brother is dead," Lisbon explained caving in, it was better than his pestering. He looked genuinely sympathetic.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you Jane," She told him before returning her attention to purchasing that plane ticket.

"Wait, what are you doing?" exclaimed Jane suddenly.

"Buying a ticket to D.C."

"But I'm coming too!"

"No you are not!"

"Why?" he wondered looking hurt.

"Because you are the last thing I need right now!"

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"NO!"

"Fine, I'll book my own ticket and just follow you there," he shrugged heading for the door.

"Fine! You can come... just be on your best behaviour," Lisbon agreed and Jane beamed at her.

"I will, I promise."

"Why don't I believe that?" she sighed and he shrugged innocently, "our flight leaves in an hour..."