Hi,
Here is a new story. Very different from my first one but I hope you'll like it.
I just wanted to say a few things:
- Habeous Corpus agreed to be my beta reader. She didn't edit this chapter though so you'll have to bear with me and my english mistakes but I just wanted to know if this story would be appreciated and so if I should go on. I also didn't know when would have been the next time I'd have time to post. For the next chapters I'll make sure there are no mistakes! By the way, I think I told you already a thousand times but thanks agin to you Habeous Corpus!
- It may seem strange but I just wanted to thank RMM for the review I got for my last story. It wasn't a signed review so I didn't get the chance to thank that person. If you're passing by here RMM, thank you very much I really appreciated that you took the time to send a review!
- I'll had a quick Author's Note at the end of this chapter to add one or two precisions about this story that I can't make now.
- The narrator is none of the Mentalist's character but Sarah, a character I created. I've been told it could be confusing so now you know. (thanks again kathiann for pointing it out!)
I should have stayed home.
...
Yeah, maybe I'm just being paranoïd. Maybe I should have thought about it more before going for it.
Haha. Yeah right, like I would have done something like that.
Well... There is no going back anyway. Now just open the door Sarah. The fact that you're talking to yourself in your own head may not be the best sign of sanity but open a door? Shouldn't be that difficult, even for y...
"Ouch."
Ok. Maybe it is difficult.
"Are you okay?"
Of course, there had to be someone to see that...
"If I can recover from a complete lost of self esteem, I guess I am."
"What, because you can't open a door without slamming it to your own face?"
Should I hate him? Maybe I should hate him. But my head hurts. I can't think clearly. Well... Let's say even less clearly than usual.
"I could be very mean to you right now but I don't really have the strength."
"Why were you staring at the door for so long?"
What?! Maybe I didn't hear. How could he know? Act natural.
"W...what do you mean? I di... I uh... What?"
Sometimes it's really hard to be me.
"You can't see through the glass from the outside but you can from the inside. I was about to head out."
Yay me.
"Have I still a chance to not seem completely retarded to you?"
"Maybe you could tell me why you were staring at the door instead of going in."
Well, that's a good question. What do I do if even I can't understand my complete lack of mental abilities?
"I huh... I'm not sure."
Great, I blew up my last chance.
"Well even with some difficulties you managed to open the door, why don't you go inside now?"
"Because I'm talking to you."
Moron.
"Well consider you're not anymore."
"Fine."
"Ok."
He's not moving. What is he wating for?
"Weren't you heading out?"
"You're in the way."
Oups.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's alright."
I guess it can't be worse now. Knowing me it would be safe to say it's impossible but let's try the front desk anyway. Who knows. Some say miracles are real.
"Huh... Excuse me, sir?"
Now try to be clear and not make a fool of yourself.
...
And stop talking to yourself.
"Yes miss?"
"Mister Minelli is waiting for me."
"Let me show you his office."
"Thank you."
That went well. I should enjoy it as it lasts...
"Here, sit, I'll let him know you're here..."
"Okay great. Thank you."
"Miss?"
"Yes?"
What did I do again?
"Huh... What's your name?"
Or didn't do apparently.
"Oh yes sorry. Sarah Weiss."
Back to waiting then.
...
I've been in police stations before but there is not much animation here. I hope that will chan...
"Jane! For the thousandth time! You have to stop doing that! It may be very amusing for you but it's not for the poor person you're talking to."
"Come on Lisbon, there is no harm in a little truth!"
"Of course there is! You just told the poor guy who is here to help us on the case that he should stop fancy his own mother and start seeing other women than his old neighbour."
"He clearly has problems."
"That's not the point!"
"What's the point?"
"The point is you have to stop!"
"You weren't complaining when I saw that the guy from last week case were the one abusing his own children."
"I don't even want to think about the lawsuit there would have been if you weren't right. You were lucky."
"Not lucky. Right."
"One day you're gonna be shot for one of your little showtimes. And I can't say it won't be me."
"How nice of you."
...ge.
...
I'm divided. Should I start rambling mentally about that guy smile or do I just try to use all my self control and act normal?
...
My self control is non existent anyway.
As much as I wish I won't have to see the entrance guy again, I'm gonna start right now the prayers to have the opportunity to speak with THAT guy in the future.
I...
"Excuse me miss?"
Waw it didn't take much. He's now standing in front of me, leaning slightly his head, smiling... *sighs* I should pray more often.
"Mmh?"
Right now I don't really trust my tongue to stay with me and form regular words so I'll go with the old onomatopoeia way.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Mmh."
Working so far.
"Can you go ask that guy if he already said to his wife he was cheating on her or if he'll wait another six months?"
What? What's wrong with him? But maybe I shouldn't ask. Stick with the plan.
"Mmh."
I am a goddess.
"Excuse me sir?"
"Yes?"
"Have you already said to your wife you were cheating on her or are you gonna wait another six months?"
Why am I doing that again? Oh yes, the smile. But what do you say in very very awkward silences?
"Huh... I don't... Wh...what are you talking about?"
"Hum... Nothing."
I knew there must a laugh going with the smile. And boy do I love that laugh too.
"Why did you want me to ask him that?"
"Just a guess I wanted to check. And you, dear Lisbon, owe me 20 bucks."
I almost forgot he wasn't alone in the first place... Lisbon gives him said 20 bucks but add an explicite glare in my new favorite totally insane guy direction.
"You're a jerk Jane."
"What was the bet?"
"That I could tell the weakness of any person in this room."
"How?"
"Observation."
"That's creepy. I love it. Try me!"
"Try you?"
"Yes, that thing you just did. Try me."
"Well..."
Maybe it was the smile. Or maybe it was the way his face lit up when I started my best groupie act. I'm not sure. Anyway, whatever it was it sent my brain in break. How can you concentrate in those conditions?
"I would say you're around 19 so you must be in college. Your skin colour shows you study far from here. A teenager in a police station on spring break who's not there because she's been arrested must be visiting relatives so I guess you go back home as much as you can. Maybe a little guilt has something to do with that. You must live with only one of your parents. I would say divorce or death."
"Jane, stop. I'm sorry, he doesn't realize what he's saying."
Something tells me she has to say that a lot.
"Oh no, that's okay."
"So, still creepy?"
"No. Try again."
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. The smile is gone. *Sighs*
"What?"
"You're wrong. So try again."
Yep. Gone. And far away. I think I couldn't have said worse. Well for him anyway. His colleague is trying very hard not to laugh. But that doesn't keep her from taking her 20 bucks back from the former smiling guy who doesn't even seem to care anymore.
"What do you mean I'm wrong?"
How can someone still be that cute with such a confused look on his face?
"Well, you're right for the 19 year old part, kind of right for the relatives part and kind of right for the skin colour but my parents are very alive, great and love each other. So yeah, you're kind of wrong."
"What? That's not possible."
"Oh yes it is. My life is boring."
"Ah Sarah you're here!"
"Virgil!"
Now I have two very confused faces in front of me. Maybe using their boss' first name has something to do with that.
"So you've already met Lisbon and Jane. That's good actually, they're the ones I told you about."
Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea to come here after all.
"Lisbon?"
"Yes sir?"
"Gather your team, it's a very important case and I want you to take care of it."
"Sure boss. Jane go tell Van Pelt and Rigby we have a case, I'm gonna call Cho."
He's staring at me. Why is he staring at me?
"Jane?"
"Mmh?"
"Jane!"
"What?"
"Office. Go."
Well... That wasn't scary at all.
"So Sarah, how are you? How is your dad?"
"He's good. Working. You know, as usual."
"I should have guessed. Well it's good to see you. It's been way too long."
"Boss? Cho is on his way, we should join the others."
I guess I'm going to see who those Rigby and Van Pelt are. I hope they are... Ooh a couch! I definitely love this place. But something tells me I'm not welcome on the couch. A certain blond guy is staring at me from said couch.
"Is he always staring at people like that?"
"He's not used to be wrong."
That was Lisbon. Apparentely he explained our little conversation to those who must be Rigby and Van Pelt because Lisbon isn't the only one who seems more than pleased with that statement. At least I'll have 3 persons on 5 on my side. Maybe 4 with that Cho guy.
"Cho, finally!"
"Sorry boss."
Oh no. Please. Not him.
"Sarah this is agent Cho, now everybody you need to know is here. I need to take a phonecall. Lisbon, come into my office once she explained to you what this is about."
"Yes sir."
Why did he have to leave... I feel like a piece of meat thrown in the lions cage.
...
And please someone make Jane stop looking at me like that!
"So... How is the self esteem recovering going?"
Great. Cho didn't forget our first meeting. Now I know there will be only 3 persons on 5 on my side...
"Not that well. But thanks for asking Agent Cho."
"What are you talking about?"
"She slammed..."
What the hell does he think he's doing?!
"Nothing! Maybe we should move on to the next subject."
What is wrong with him?
"Good idea. Why are you here?"
Apparentely Jane still hates me. The tone he used to ask that kinda gave me a hint.
"I think I need protection."
Seems like it's not what they expected.
"Why ?"
"I...huh...I've been kidnapped."
Why didn't Virgil told them already? It's a very long story...
"When?"
"Something like three years ago."
"How did you escape?"
Way to long... And why is Cho the one asking all the questions? I can feel he's all judgemental. And no, I am not paranoid.
"The CIA arr..."
"The CIA?"
"Yeah, the guy is kind of one of the bad ones."
"I think we got that at the kidnapping part."
Of course, Cho had to be one of the sarcastic one...
"No I mean, really bad. Like terrorist-I-want-to-build-a-very-very-big-weapon-to-kill-everybody bad."
"Oh."
"Yes. And I think I might be in danger now."
I'm definitely not going to get used to all the staring. Especially if they all start doing it.
"Wait a second, you skipped a part. If the CIA caught the guy three years ago he must still be in jail, why would you be in danger?"
Lisbon was faster than Cho with the question that time.
"Because he escaped."
That idiot. Couldn't have stayed in his cell?
"When?"
"Three years ago actually. A few months after he got arrested. And then he disappeared."
"So why now?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
Maybe I should try and enjoy my lasts moments of credibility.
"I...I just know."
"What you're a psychic?"
"There is no such thing as a psychic."
Note for later: Jane hates me but he also hates psychics.
"Yeah, like he says."
"So?"
"So what?"
"How do you know?"
"Oh, yes. Well... Huh... There was an article in a paper about toys."
Goodbye credibility. May you rest in peace with your friend the self esteem.
Again I'll be annoying with one or two things:
- I hope it wasn't too bad!
- A few years back I started writing all kinds of fanfictions with Sarah in different TV shows and in this story I'm refering to one I wrote about Alias. It's not a crossover I swear, you don't need to know anything about Alias to understand my story. It's just that I refer to one Alias' character since Sarah's kidnapper is Julian Sark. And Sark isn't really the classic terrorist guy. Well, he is but he's a very interesting character and I may have taken some liberties with him in my previous story which would explain some strange things about the behavior that might be described in later chapters. What I'm trying to say (with quite some difficulties I might add, sorry, it's late) is that you may think that this terrorist guy Sarah is talking about is strange but it's done for and things will be explained later.