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Prompt #1: Couch - It's the spot she's always come to think of as his. To be honest, it's practically become his second home.
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It used to just sit there, really.
A slightly beat-up piece of furniture by an empty desk. That's all it was. A place for an overworked agent to lay down and rest his eyes for a few minutes, but that's about it. Nobody claimed it as their own. Nobody even wanted it there. It was some interior designer's pathetic attempt at making the CBI headquarters look a little more inviting.
There was a lot of talk about getting rid of it. It was just taking up space, and everyone agreed that someone else could probably use it more than the CBI. It came damn close to being gone, actually.
But now, it had a purpose beside sitting there, looking pretty and brown and puffy. It served as Patrick Jane's home away from home.
I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon. The annoying blonde mentalist in the bullpen, stretched on the sofa in question - yeah, that's my consultant. Patrick Jane.
He does have his own desk. The empty one, right next to the couch. But he never uses it. Ever. His stuff is piled around it, but you'll never see the consultant sitting in that chair. No, he's always on that couch. Stretched out like a cat, he could always be counted on to be catching a nap there or (as was his habit) pretending to sleep so as to catch conversations people had believing he was asleep. Sometimes he'd be reading some magazine or, more likely, pretending to read a magazine. And sometimes he'd just lay back on the couch and stare at the Elvis-shaped stain on the cieling.
It's like his thinking couch. He makes some of his most astute observations (and asinine plans) from the brown leather sofa. He gives his vague clues and subtle taunts from that couch. If tempted (or bored enough, honestly) it's conceiveable that Patrick Jane could plot the downfall of a team from his position of power.
Wait, he's done that already. Right. Forgot for a second.
So, that's the deal with the couch. If you ever need to find Jane, check the couch in the bullpen. He's either there or in the kitchen, brewing a perfect cup of tea. But nine times out of ten, he's on that couch, pretending to sleep.
Annoying bastard.
Let the Jisbon commence!
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