Authors Note: So I had so much fun writing these last week that I thought I'd do it again. Even if no one reads it, it was still fun to do. There is some classic stuff in here, if I do say so myself, so do me the favor of reading it will you? And as always, if you see one you'd like me to expand on, just let me know.

Disclaimer: As before, the only thing involved with the writing of theses pointless drabbles that I own is my IPod and my lap top, and even then, only barely.

Teenagers-My Chemical Romance

She hated having to dress the way she did. She hated having to play the straight edged cop all the time. She hated it. Not that she didn't like being a cop, but she wanted to be a woman too. She looked at the administrative assistants around the building in skirts and heels, and was jealous. Sure Van Pelt wore skirts and heels, but only when she knew she was going to be stuck in the office all day, which was often. But she had to worry about tackling men twice her size. She couldn't do that in a skirt, she had to wear pants, and when she wore pants, they treated her like one of the guys. And sometimes she wanted to be a woman.

The First Noel-*NSYNC

She hated Christmas. She had ever since her mother had died. It was just another excuse for her father to get drunk. Any holiday was an excuse for him to get drunker than usual. He would get plastered and then usually end up in jail. It was a small miracle that they were never placed in foster homes. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Grundy from next door, they never would have celebrated Christmas.

Her grandchildren lived far away, and she loved spending time with the Lisbon children. She smiled at the memories of the time spent around Mrs. Grundy's kitchen table cutting out cookies and frosting them. She placed the flowers on the grave. Lisbon had gone to visit her every week in the home, and had gone to her funeral that had been held just last week.

Now That She's Gone-Destiny's Child

Now that she was gone there were so many things that he could do with his life. He had played the part of the grieving husband and father, everyone had believed him. They had all believed him. He had used the same talents that he had on the mass populous to persuade the police that he was a grieving father and husband.

He had even managed to end up in the loony bin for a few months. That just added to the credibility of it all. No one ever expected him. He had to do it, he hadn't wanted to, but he did it anyway. The police had come to him for help catching, well, himself. He couldn't slander himself in the media without consequences. He had really loved his wife and daughter. That had made it all the more euphoric when he had plunged the knife into them for the first time. They couldn't understand why he did what he did, he didn't bother explaining it to them, they were going to be dead soon anyway.

And he landed himself a job at the CBI, a grieving widower. No one expected him, and he had access to all the case files and all the information that the police did. He could see if they were getting too close, or if they were starting to figure it out.

And the endless pool of victims…it was amazing. He had the perfect one picked out, but he had to bide his time, and then one day, Teresa Lisbon would be his last.

Blueberry Hill-Fats Domino

He loved the spring weather. He warm breeze, the sun on his face, and he smiled. Sure it had been a depressing week, but it was a good day, and he had saved two lives today. He was walking around the neighborhood of one of his saves, smelling the fruit trees and he just had to stop and pick one. He smelled it and thought of the other life he had saved last night, or rather, very, very early in the morning.

Lisbon, he had saved Lisbon's life and as much as it killed him to do it, he loved her just the same.

Both Sides of the Tweed-Mary Black

Everyone at work would laugh if they saw him like this. Dressed in a kilt. He was supposed to be a manly man, and here he was dressed in a skirt. He couldn't believe he had let a girl talk him into this. He looked out of place here too, among all these pasty white guys. He was the only Asian present. And he had learned to play the bagpipes too. That was almost worse. He had not wanted to do this, but she looked at him with that smile and the twinkle in her eyes.

At work on Monday he would be back to the same old Cho, but today, he was Rosie's man, the one who was here to prove that he could be enough of an Irish man to win her heart, and if it worked, by Monday he would be taken, and he would be passing out invitations in six months, and if it all went as planned, he would be laughing when Jane's jaw hit the floor. He would never guess that he was dating someone, let alone marring someone.

And he couldn't wait to get them both in kilts. He knew Rigsby would fight tooth and nail, but in the end, he knew he would say yes.

The Trees-Rush

He loved the forest. Sure, he had said that he hated camping, but he had his reasons. He had to keep up appearances. He was supposed to be the tough man who ran screaming from the spiders.

When he was a kid he had spent all summer climbing trees in his grandma's back yard. Ok, so it wasn't his grandmas' back yard, but it was behind her house. It was [public land, and he loved the trees. He and his cousins would climb the trees and spend hours playing pirates and monkeys, and on occasion pirate monkeys. He could still hear his grandma calling to him "Wayne"

He jumped, that really was someone calling his name. "Wayne, pay attention."

It was Grace, sweet precious Grace. He wondered if she liked to climb trees when she was a girl, or if she was a girly girl all dolls and tea parties. For a minute he allowed himself to day dream again of a future where he would teach their own children to climb trees and where Grace would be there to kiss the scraped knees and at night, to kiss him. To heck with paying attention, this was much better.

Paint the Sky With Stars-Flora Silver & The Celtic Company

She had wanted to be an astronaut when she was a little girl. Really, she had. She would lay out on the grass and look up at the sky and imagine what it would be like to look at them from the other side. She had all of the constellations memorized, and all the star charts. Her brothers hated her because she could show them up at their scout meetings. She didn't mean to, it was just so amazing. As she got older she realized how far off that dream had been. She decided to focus more closely to home, and in the end settled on the Air Force. She could try to fly to the moon from there. She was only in for one tour when she met Chuck. He was the sweetest man she had ever met, so when he asked her to marry him and leave the Air Force, all of her dreams of the stars went out the window and she joined him. It had been rough there in the beginning, but they were happy, until the accident. He was a mill worker, really one of the only things to do in their town, and one day there was an explosion, and she had lost it all. That's the day she left Iowa and joined the CBI.

I don't know How to Love You-Jesus Christ Superstar

She loved him. She did, and she hated it. She didn't know how she could make it so that he would love her back. He was just so broken. She tried not to treat him any differently than the rest of the team, but she found that at times she was harder on him than the rest, and at times, she was easier on him than the rest. And she hated it. She felt like a school girl with her first crush out on the playground. But she had been the tom boy who would challenge him to a game of kick ball and them kick his ass out on the field and rub it in his face for a week that a girl beat him. And he would hate her for it. But she didn't know what else to do. So now, she just pushed it to the back of her mind, tried not to focus on it. Then, when he approached her, if he approached her, she would know what to do. She would joke with him, tell him he was crazy, then kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

Rose-A Perfect Circle

I've been taunting Patrick Jane for the past six years. He started it first of course, I do not attack unprovoked. And now I had him corned in a basement. One of my "friends" was down there, unwittingly a pawn in the game to capture Patrick Jane.

But Damn that woman. She always has to show up at the worst times. She was going to ruin it all. I want that man. I am going to have to do something about that woman. I know that their relationship will be strained for a while. She ruined his plane to catch me, the though makes me laugh.

I know now that the one way I can hurt him the most at this point is to haunt her, and I will, and then, he will lose his love all over again, and it will make me happy. But as they say, it is the thrill of the chase.

Happy Endings-The All American Rejects

This was not how it was supposed to end. It was supposed to end with him smiling at Red Johns face while he lay dying, bleeding, by his hand.

But instead he was lying there, in a puddle of his own blood. Lisbon had shot him. This was not above the realm of possibilities, it had crossed his mind, but he never thought she would do it. But she had. It was hard to say who was more surprised when the gun went off, her or him.

And know she was pressing into his abdomen, trying to stop the flow of blood. Red John was dead too, but that was little consolation. He didn't even have time to enjoy it. He was going t die. He felt the world fading, turning black and her heard Lisbon's voice entering his mind as if from a fog.

"I'm sorry Jane. I never meant to kill you, you moved. The gun was supposed to hit the wall behind you. It was just supposed to scare you enough to drop the knife. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."