I was inspired by Sia's Cheap thrills hence this pitiful contribution to Fanfiction. My writing is a release and i do apologise to all and anyone following my stories; I know its been years since I updated. My only defense - Life Interrupted.
As usual - Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon and other Mentalist Characters DO NOT belong to me. I wish they did.
Who the hell said everything would look better in the morning ? A sour look on her face, she sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror; duty calls.
Coffee and her favourite pastry awaiting her pleasure, now what had she done to deserve such solicitousness from Jane ? A muttered thanks and she was back to staring at the pristine white screen in front of her.
Maybe it was her, maybe it was Joe or simply the earthy, raw pulsating atmosphere around her. Definitely not her kind of music but who cared ? She was charged up, all her senses heightened as she swayed, gyrated with Joe to the beat of the music. She felt free, powerful and almost primal. Her feet would probably say otherwise...oh yeah there would be pain tomorrow...not tonight. She wouldn't be alone tonight.
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing
(Cheap Thrills featuring Sean Paul)
She had been pleasantly surprised to find Joe and Nelson lounging around her complex. She could have been contrary with him but that wasn't her style. Teresa didn't like playing those games and she was absolutely glad that she had accepted his offer of an exciting evening. Nelson as usual had been content to make himself as comfortable as possible, that dog was uncanny.
Exciting...exhilarating...a whirlwind of activity that left her quite breathless. An exotic feast in the middle of downtown Texas. Trust Joe to ferret out this gem of a place.
I know I can treat you better
than he can
and any girl like you deserves a gentleman
tell me why are we wasting time
(Treat You Better - Shawn Mendes)
Neither of them were aware of the first blush of the sun just over the horizon, still entwined in love, passion's embrace, whatever...didn't matter.
She grimaced at the nonstop beeping of her electronic alarm clock, the spell was broken. She surveyed her sleeping Apollo, taking her time Teresa galvanized into action.
One had to be blind to miss the beatific smile on her face nor did she herself miss the speculative looks being thrown her way. The resident lounge lizard had draped himself over the couch looking deceptively unconcerned. Nothing new there.
AND here it comes.."ah Joe's back and alls well with the universe".
Smiling sweetly at the lizard in human form, she answered yes. Lounge lizard's only response was a grunt and a pretense at going back to the land of dreams.
She had been shocked although knowing Jane's penchant for theatrics, she should have expected it. Jane's casual invitation to lunch...dining on her favourite cuisine and an entire conversation about JOE. Wanted to know when he could meet this ray of sunshine in her life. The man of mystery as he called it, hah...look who's talking!
Yet his trademark sarcasm and character assassination attempts were absent, the Mr Know It All persona gone. He sounded almost human, for Jane that is. It wasn't intrigue, curiosity or nosiness, genuine concern...yes concern, a little worry...something else was there. She couldn't help laughing as she assured him that Joe was just a regular red blooded man.
Yes he was definitely more captivating than Pike, Oh God! she wished that hadnt come out of her mouth especially since Jane cracked up at that and the usual didnt I tell you so popped out. Pike was...no no no...is a good man, solid, dependable all round good guy. Life with Pike would be constant, restful and harmonious.
Come to think of it, why had she stopped short of mentioning to Jane that Joe was British ? She just assumed that Rigsby had given Jane the A to Z on Joe. Nah...Jane was fishing... Rigsby still claimed Jane and Joe were two sides of the same coin. In looks they were poles apart, in character even more dissimilar but... yes there was a but and probably Rigsby had picked up on that.
The undercurrent of a hint of something, well hidden but it was there... his military training perhaps..Joe was not the open book he made himself out to be. Hell, she had her secrets too so who was she to complain.
Lunch ended with Jane extracting a promise from her to have happy hour drinks with Joe. No...she was not looking forward to that...oh Joe could well hold his own, it was her own short fuse that bugged her.