Author's Notes: Okay so here's the next chapter. When this chapter is over you will know the crossover. First off this story is meant to be funny but also serious, so when you think of the crossover don't think of it as you normally see them because if you do it will be ridiculous. LOL truth be told as of right now I can only think of them as they normally are so you know my brain must be crazy. Okay I got to get back to the story because it's funny just thinking about it. Remember there's a dream world so everything happening in the dream world will be in italics.

Chapter 2: There's Been a Murder

"Lisbon." He groaned.

Teresa Lisbon couldn't help but smile when she heard that groan of a word. Of course she could tell that he was in a lot of pain, and he was still semi unconscious when he said it, but the point was he had said it. It had been a long night but Patrick Jane was alive and things were looking up.

"How's he doing doctor?" she asked.

"Patrick is very lucky. We don't know for sure how long he stayed out there in the rain which is too bad. The head injury wasn't as severe as we thought. Once we got inside and could really see, he is indeed very lucky." He told her as he made notes in the chart.

"I love that you are being optimistic, but I can't help but feel that there's a silent but in there."

"Mr. Jane has a severe concussion. When he wakes up he will probably be dizzy and a little disoriented. Then there's the broken leg, it's a clean break but it's going to hurt and with the concussion he's not going to be a happy camper, but that's not my deepest concern right now."

"What is?" she asked as she went to wipe his brow. She was taken back when she realized just how hot he was.

"I see that you've already answered your question. He's got a very bad case of pneumonia. The exposure of being out there in the air has done a real number on his lungs. It's bilateral, which means that it's in both lungs, but he's doing pretty good. His breathing is pretty clean so right now we don't have a need to intubate him."

"Intubate!" she shouted in horror.

"Yes ma'am. If his temperature were to get a little higher and we find that he's in distress it might be best to put a breathing tube in."

"Oh Jane." She soothed him taking his clammy hand in hers.

"I know that I was supposed to leave last night. It is against all rules on the planet for me to be here. I don't know if you know about Patrick's background, but he doesn't have any family and I don't know what my friend Kimball said to the staff last night but I was allowed to stay with him. I don't think it's written down anywhere but he's….I mean he's…"

"No need to explain anything Ms. Lisbon. I heard about your friend the fellow agent last night threaten some staff members when they wanted you to leave the recovery area. There was no need of that, we read Mr. Jane's chart and he has named you his medical proxy. As of now you are the only one who can see him. You can stay as long you want." He told her cutting off a rant he was sure was about to be very long, demanding, and maybe a little threatening.

"Oh." She replied as she took her perch back beside the man she loved.

"He's resting comfortably, and he probably will be doing that for a while. The best thing I can say for you to do for yourself is to go and get some food and get some sleep I know that you're not going to go with my suggestion, so talk to him. Let him know that you're here. I'll be back later to check in on him."

Lisbon watched the doctor leave and then her focus went back to her boyfriend lying there. Her boyfriend. Patrick Jane was her boyfriend and no one knew. She knew that they all had their speculations, but no one would say anything if it wasn't confirmed by either one of them. She had been so selfish. Why didn't she let him? She sighed looking up at the TV. She couldn't help but laugh, that same Christmas classic from last night was on again. She so was looking forward to watching it with Jane. She couldn't believe it was his favorite, and he was missing it.

"Come on Jane wake up. It's just starting, we can watch it together. Can you hear me? Jane! Jane!"

*MC*

"Jane!" Lisbon shouted.

A confused Patrick Jane opened his eyes to find that he was in the backseat of an SUV. He blinked sleepily and was more than surprised when his eyes began to focus and he found a very concerned Grace looking at him closely.

"Grace?" he said confused.

"We're here. You better get out, the boss is in a mood." She smiled at him as she excited the car.

He didn't quite understand what was going on exactly. The last thing he remembered was being up on the roof putting up the lights for Teresa. Now he was in a SUV, and back with the CBI. What was up with the time warp?

He looked up and noticed that they were at a Christmas Village of some kind. At least it was still Christmas time. That fall must have been a lot harder than he thought.

"Grace since this is near where you grew up why don't you take point on this?" Lisbon told the young detective.

"Really boss?"

"Yea why don't you tell us what we have?" she asked as she bent down to examine the body closely.

"We have the body of one Charles Andrew Brown. He owns this little village, but he's also the town vet. He was found earlier by one of the employees when they came to help open up shop. As you can see by the wounds, it looks like he's been attacked with what looks an axe. Sheriff Patricia Peppermint and her Deputy Marcie Doyle were the first responders." Van Pelt explained as she gestured towards the people in question.

Patrick Jane hadn't really been listening because he couldn't seem to shake this tightness that had appeared out of nowhere, but the name of the victim sounded vaguely familiar. He looked down to see a man in his early thirties, he was beginning to go bald in the top of his head but he was determined to hold on to the little bit that he had left. There was nothing very special about him. He could tell that he didn't live alone, and he was starting a new relationship and wait a minute!

Charles Brown, this guy's name was Charles Brown. He began to look around and notice how well together everything was in this town. It was all too perfect. Sheriff Patricia Peppermint? As in Peppermint Patty and her sidekick Marcie!

"Are you guys for real?" he asked trying not to snicker.

"Jane." Lisbon scolded.

"Sheriff Peppermint is there anyone that jumps at you who would want to hurt Charles?" Lisbon asked taking over the investigation briefly.

"Hurt Chuck? I mean Charles was a great guy, I've known him since forever. He wasn't the most popular guy but he was good you know. Sort of your everyman. Is that the word? It was like he could have the whole world against him at times, but he was a great guy to everyone." She sighed.

"Aww sir, these CBI guys are going to help us figure things out. That's why you had me call Grace. She is here and they'll going to get to the bottom of this." Her deputy added.

"Sorry folks I normally don't get so emotional it's just Chuck, I mean Charles was one of the good ones."

"It's quite alright." Lisbon sympathized.

Lisbon couldn't help but feel some sadness for the Sheriff. This looked like a pretty quiet town. Grace said that her family had lived here for quite some time, and nothing like this had ever happened before. She even sort of knew the victim. More of a reason why they shouldn't take this case, but also why she could understand why she wanted to take it. She was about to ask Jane what he was getting from all of this, but that moment passed when the laughter began.

He had tried. Oh how he had tried, but how were they being so serious. Here lied the body of Charlie Brown and Peppermint Patty and Marcie were play cops and robbers. Oh man he couldn't hold it in.

"Jane! I can't believe you are being so disrespectful. You need to get a hold of yourself." She scolded.

"Lisbon what is going on? Is this some kind of Christmas joke or something? It's Peanuts. I know you thought it was weird that I was a grown man and I still loved a Charlie Brown Christmas, but we're standing in a Charlie Brown Christmas!" he laughed again. He laughed more than he had in a while even though there was this tightness remaining in his chest.

"Listen here Jane. I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I suggest that you go back to the car and get yourself together, and only then when you have something useful do you come back to the group."

Jane watched closely as Lisbon walked off. He didn't understand what was going on? He was the one that hit his head, so why did everyone else have brain damage? Lisbon didn't even acknowledge that they were together? He didn't like it here. He didn't like it at all.

He quickly made it back to the SUV and climbed in the back to lie down. All of a sudden he felt very tired. He wanted to go home.

"Good grief." He sighed as he closed his eyes.

End Notes: Okay so there you have it. The Mentalist meets A Charlie Brown Christmas. This story is not really meant to be taken seriously but I'm going to make it be a full case and put in everyone from the story. Let me know what you think, and who do you think killed Charlie Brown? Lol ok is this stupid? Also is there something wrong with the fact that I couldn't stop laughing as I wrote this? Back to the real world in the next chapter.