This is the first of a series of one-shots I'm doing, just a collaboration. I'll be updating whenever I feel like it, maybe once a week, maybe more.
They will range from short to long. This first one is short.
I'm sorry for any forced humor. I have a very weird sense of humor at times.
Chapter 1: The Talk
It started on Tuesday.
A few weeks after Rigsby and Van Pelt's wedding, Jane took on almost a fatherly role over the two of them. Giving them advice, telling them to be careful, keeping a watchful eye on them.
The two had just come back from their honeymoon (which Lisbon had insisted on them taking, no matter what) when Jane decided to take his role a little bit too far.
"Well, well, well." The blond haired man said with a grin, lying on his couch, drinking his daily tea. "If it isn't the two lovebirds, back. Pray tell us what you spent your honeymoon doing."
The two blushed and hurried to their respectful stations, with Cho smirking and Jane chuckling.
All was calm for about two hours, the tapping of keys heard and the occasional cough or sneeze. Lisbon had come in and was overlooking what everyone was doing when Jane said in a conversational tone, "Did you two use protection?"
Rigsby choked on his coffee, Van Pelt blushed tomato red, and Lisbon grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked him, her wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail for once, so he could see her green eyes clearly. They were furious, but that didn't stop him.
"Ensuring that everyone in this unit remains childless until at least there's a holiday for us. We can't have anyone leave for a second more."
Lisbon stared at him. "So that's what it's about. Red John. Well-" She was about to continue when he cut her off.
"Listen, Teresa, I'd love to stay and chat but there's work to be done. We'll discuss this later."
He strolled back into the office and settled down on the couch again.
Lisbon heard him say, "I hope you guys did use protection. I would like to know what kind, and what brand." She shook her head and headed off to her own office, shutting the door, leaving the rest of her unit to fend for themselves in what was known as Patrick Jane's wrath.
There. The first chapter.
I hope it wasn't too weird, they'll get better the more I get adjusted for writing for The Mentalist characters.
Thanks for reading; until next time!
