Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane and Marcus Pike are characters created by the talented Mr Bruno Heller and copyright to THE MENTALIST.
I'm just having a bit of fun and earn nothing from the mish-mash below. My sincere apologies if this fic is offensive to anyone. However a gentle reminder that this fan-fiction. Thank you and happy reading friends.
She stared at her cellphone in disbelief. After all this time; the last few months she spent wallowing in guilt and now he calls? She flung the phone not caring where it landed.
She shot up in her bed as soon as her trusty alarm clock screeched. She had slept like a log, her mind….Joe free. Force of habit made her check her phone; text from Fischer, 2 missed calls and a voice mail from Joe. Maybe she'll listen to it or maybe she wont. FBI Special Agent Teresa Lisbon had things to do and places to be.
She cursed herself….she was behaving like a giddy teenager. She had been toying with her cell-phone for the last hour till even Jane the epitome of patience had barked at her. As usual she gave him one of her death-glares before storming off into the little girl's room.
"Teresa….I'm a bloody fool and bloody mad as a hatter..Nelson's saner than me…..(Nelson barks in the background)...dont hate me love...you had just told me you didnt want anyone to know about me, about us….I was gutted…you're the bees knees for me….I need to see you darling. Can we talk love ? 'ave a little pity for a poor sod and his dog' "
She took her time going back to her spot near Jane's couch. She didnt hesitate to call Joe but it would be good to make him sweat before she called him over. She had barely sat down when Jane cracked open one eye and with the most honeyed tone whispered if she was going to have makeup s with Joe. She whispered back...wouldnt he like to know. Of course Jane being Jane...always wanting to have the last word had muttered something about Joe and Marcus. Now she was the one that felt 'gutted' as Joe put it so succintly. She couldnt cancel on Marcus and she wasnt going to. That's that.
Hmphhh...she should have her own show. Her love-life if you could call it that was beginning to resemble a daytime soap-opera….the days of teresa's life or some rubbish like that. Pleasant dinner, good conversation, she sighed...face it teresa….Marcus isnt Jane or Joe….nice man; great looking, they had lots in common...but. St teresa however would say he was safe, dependable and uncomplicated. Teresa the wild child wanted passion, mountain top experiences and the stuff poets lusted after. She hit call on her cell-phone; it was now or never.
The sneaky bas ! but she wasnt too angry when he said he was just around the corner. She had come to expect the unexpected from Joe. He stood in her front porch, both hands in his pockets; looking like he stepped out of Esquire or GQ except for the sheepish look on his face. Awkward much….she hurriedly leaned down to plant a kiss on Nelson's head that got her a slobbery kiss in return. That traitor….Nelson dashed into the house leaving his smirking master and frazzled mistress to trail after him.
Do you know what it feels like loving someone
(You dont know know it feels)
Thats in a rush to throw you away?
(You dont know know it feels)
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one
(You dont know know it feels)
To know the lock on the door has changed
(You dont know know it feels)
(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)
: Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know (Ping Pong Song) Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Honestly I love writing about NELSON.