THis is a repost of this story...there were a lot of mistakes and it got posted that way. So, here it is....a little better I hope!!
DISCLAIMER: I wish!!
ENVY
This is a little piece about how everyone wants something that someone else has or what they are able to do that you can not.
CHO
Kimball Cho was not a fool. Notwithstanding that guy who played basketball and was like 7 feet, most oriental guys weren't very tall. It was one of those facts you lived with when you were Korean. You didn't expect to have blonde curls, huge blue eyes or be over 6 feet. If you were smart, you developed a thick skin about that fact. If you lived in California, you developed a very thick skin about it. The American ideal of a man was 6 foot and broad shouldered. Wayne Rigsby had most of that going for him in spades. He had huge expressive blue eyes that he could make look like a cocker's spaniel puppy at will. He was over 6 foot, around 6' 4" according to his file. And he had features that women loved. The only saving grace here (yeah pun intended in Cho's mind) was that he really didn't know how much women wanted him. If he had any clue, Rigsby would be impossible. All Cho knew is that he would give 5 years of his life to be able to look down on people like that. He knew he was strong, but sometimes it would be really cool to be that big.
RIGSBY
Despite her size, Lisbon had an air of command. You just listened to her. In the years that Wayne Rigsby had spent working for her, it never failed. Some jerk would look at her size and you could see the wheels turning. They would assume she was a pushover. Then she started barking orders, kicking ass and taking names. In a group of agents twice her size, they looked instinctively to her as the boss. He was pretty sure she had some of this naturally. After all, she had younger brothers, so bossing guys around was no big deal. Once she became a cop, she honed that attitude and made it work for her. Wayne was a big man. He got noticed in a crowd. But he was always nervous about seeming like a bully. It was why he wouldn't take and seize control in most situations. He knew it would hinder him toward becoming a unit leader. He needed to learn that air of command. Sometimes, he faked it. Mostly, he secretly studied Lisbon to learn it. Always, he envied her ability to be the boss, whether anyone said she was or not.
LISBON
Teresa Lisbon hated how rigid she had to be. She would love to be able to just roll with whatever comes her way. She knew how to command, to run an investigation on the fly and to organize the take down. But when things were looking to be changed on the way, she wanted to be able to switch gears in a heartbeat. It didn't seem fair that Patrick Jane could take any situation, spin it to his advantage and make it work. Whether he used his incredible acute observational skills, or his charm or his lightning quick mind, no matter the situation, Jane made it his own. It always seemed like he planned it just that way, no matter what that way turned out to be. He was ready for all options, even the ones no one could foresee. Even when it seemed he was about to fall flat on his face, he would find a rabbit to pull out of someone's hat. Teresa wanted to be able to take all this in and laugh it all off. Between years of being the responsible child and the boss, she knew she would never be that person. She would just watch Jane in awe and envy.
JANE
Faith was a tricky business. It could make the most sensible person behave in an irrational manner. The ability to believe even when science and hard facts tell you otherwise was amazing to Patrick Jane. He was never even sure he had that kind of child-like faith even when he was a child. Truthfully, he was never a child. He never had that world of blind belief. You can't unknow things, even if you would like to. He often thought it would be nice to have such an emotional rock to lean upon in a shifting world. Grace Van Pelt had such a strong belief. Her faith, even after years of being in law enforcement was real and absolute. She believed in the good in people. She believed that love can save. She believed that Heaven was real and she would go there if she lived a good life. It was what enabled her to remain somehow pure in a business of cynics. Jane suspected it was partially that sense of real purity that had attracted Rigsby. Of course, that she was stunning didn't hurt either.
Jane would love to be able to believe in good and evil as equal forces in the world. It didn't seem like there was much good to outweigh the real evil that had permeated his life. He envied that sense of faith. Perhaps if he had faith, he would be able to sleep more than a few hours a night.
VAN PELT
The problem with being a tall, pretty red-head is that people noticed you. If you tried to blend in, it didn't happen. Grace tried hard to understand that and learn how not to react to what she saw at work. She needed to learn to keep her feelings off her face. It was bad enough to still feel horror and sadness at what crime victims suffer. It was even worse when civilians were able to spot that on you. When they went to a crime scene or to talk to a suspect, people always noticed Jane. Usually, he was acting or saying something odd. Lisbon always commanded attention and respect. No one ever really noticed Cho. He was able to observe and not give any of his thoughts away. His face never smiled or twitched. Grace had seen him react and laugh. Truthfully, he had a nice smile. But most of the time, he could be a wall for all anyone knew what he thought. Grace wanted to be able to pull that off. She used to watch him, and try to copy some of those moves. Then he caught her and gave a short bark of laughter. "Van Pelt. You are not me. Cut it out" She was embarrassed and of course, she blushed bright red. Damn! What she would give to be as stoic and impassive as Kimball Cho.
I hope the minor corrections made this more read-able. Press the magic button and let me know??
