Hi, everyone. My name's sanumarox123, (AKA Allysa or Bogi, I don't really care) and I only recently got hooked on The Mentalist. I actually saw my fist episode (Code Red) in Hungary over the summer, and I decided I'd start to watch it.
This is just a drabble. I have no idea what came over me, my fingers literally just took over.
Okay. Review if you want.
UPDATE: 10/14/13: I was just given notice by BookWorm4479 that this isn't a drabble… or anything like a story in fact. I'm sorry. This has no plot, it's just random ramblings from the thing that I call my brain.
Anyway. I'm sorry again.
"You have got to be kidding me," Teresa Lisbon mumbled as she walked through the scene of the latest case that the CBI was handling.
Well… more like trying to keep the case theirs while Jane sabotaged it all.
She had arrived into work a little late, and to her utmost surprise, Jane was already at his desk, drinking a cup of tea, smiling his usual smirk in a response to her 'Good morning' she had said. The rest of the unit said 'hello' to her in unison, already
She had forgotten that that smirk was never, ever, good.
Lisbon made her way through the crowd of media that was surrounding Jane and Bertram. Bertram was answering questions and Jane was standing there awkwardly, or however as awkward he could be. He had a teacup in his hand, smiling like it wasn't a murder investigation, but a pleasant stroll in the park.
She could hear Bertram saying, "Yes, we believe that this specific murder was in spite of a guilty conscience, according to our consultant, Patrick Jane," as she herself dragged Jane away from the crowd, trying not to but failing considerably on noticing how his blond curls were unusually curly, how his eyes were unusually brighter than usual.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought you were off for the week, in need of some 'good vacation'," Lisbon whispered furiously as she quoted the consultant's exact words.
"I am trying to figure out this crime, for I have a strange hunch that this might just be related to Red John. There is no sign of any marks, nothing. Just-" Lisbon cut him off.
"Okay, thank you, and I understand, I guess. But maybe you could have told me, I don't know, when I got into the office this morning?!"
"I didn't have any-"
"I don't care! Tell someone, maybe Cho or Rigsby, and they could tell me!"
"Look, Lisbon, you're being irrational. Let's calm down-"
He never got in a word otherwise, for the woman grabbed his arm, and pulled him off into the warehouse's lobby.
"Listen. I… I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Jane shrugged, but left his arm in her grasp. Somehow feeling her holding him made a shiver go through him that he hadn't felt… since Angela.
"Why don't we go sit down? I'm sure Bertram, Cho, and Rigsby can take over. I already gave my information in." He guided her to her office, and sat her down on the couch. Jane gently put both his hands on Lisbon's neck, and started to massage the nerves there.
When the rest of the unit came in, they found the two sound asleep, lying on each other. Bertram made no notice, and Cho and Rigsby only smiled and went to their computers.
10/14/13: I… Will probably take this down.
Thanks everyone for their time.
I swear I suck at on-the-spot fanfics. I have this new Mentalist fanfic planned out, and everything, but I need the quotes from the episodes that I'm using and I can't follow YouTube so fast…
Well I just wanted to post this.
It's just a drabble.
… And… LESS THAN A DAY UNTIL WEDDING IN RED. Ish.
I got a Paint it Red account thingy: it's sanumarox123. This originally was for a challenge on there, but I realized I didn't follow any of the prompts…