This story is written for my sweet Fanny, who helped me a lot. Thank you so much, love! I'm really grateful! ;))
All characters belong to CBS and Bruno Heller.
Mentalist: Someone who uses mental acuity, hypnosis and/or suggestion. A master manipulator of thoughts and behaviour.
It was an ordinary day in the CBI department, as if any days could be normal with Patrick Jane. That day he was trying out his colleagues' patience. Again.
He watched as his boss, Teresa Lisbon stepped into the office and greeted everyone as she approached him.
- 'Morning! Are you ready? – He asked her.
- For what? – She was stunned. What was on his mind again?
- For a new game – he rubbed his hands.
- Yes – she sighed. She was absentminded that morning. Maybe that's the answer why she went into a childish game. Or that she liked these childish games with Jane.
- Feeling awake, mentally alert?
- Yes.
- Fantastic. Okay. I want you to imagine a screen between you and me – he gesticulated. – On that screen I want you to project a basic shape, like a square, but not a square. Got it?
- Okay.
- Lock it in. Now I want you to project another shape and put it around the shape you already have.
- Okay – she nodded. She was nearly sure, he won't guess her shapes.
- Excellent. Here's the fun part – he clapped his hands. He liked this game, besides he wanted Lisbon to believe he can read her mind, too. – Now concentrate and project that onto the back of my mind. Look right here, open up your mind and send it to me… Okay, now I'm starting to feel it. It's a triangle inside a circle.
- No.
- It's not? – He was suspicious.
- No. I was thinking of an octagon inside a rectangle – she lied. She couldn't stand the loss. She walked to the kitchen, but Jane followed her.
- Liar.
- All right. All right, you got me – she gave in. She cursed him for being who he was. She can't even lie to him!
Grace Van Pelt and Wayne Rigsby were in the kitchen, too.
- Hmm, pretty good, huh? He got me and Rigsby the same way – Van Pelt watched them with joy. She liked that Jane could make Lisbon embarrassed the way no one could.
- How did you do that? – She asked incidentally, but the truth was that she wanted to know it badly. She poured some coffee and drank it.
- Oh, that's nothing. That's just a calibration key to real mind reading. Now I have access to all your innermost thoughts – he succeeded…
- Yeah, right – she started to head out of the kitchen, but his answer stopped her:
- I'm serious.
- Okay. So, what am I thinking right now? – She faced him with an unreadable expression.
- You're thinking, „I'm so glad Jane is joking around and he can't actually read my mind." – He said, amused.
- No – she protested. He gave her a knowing look. – Well-well, actually, yes, but-but not for the reason you think.
- What reason do I think?
- Never mind – she snapped and was about to storm out of the room when this time Rigsby's voice stopped her.
- You're blushing – he stated. Yes, she was embarrassed. VERY embarrassed.
- You are blushing – Jane repeated. Her face heated up even more, so with that she finally fled out of the kitchen. She could merely hear that Van Pelt was chuckling softly.
She went to her office, but halfway there she dumped into somebody. Soon she found out who it was; Kimball Cho. She apologized, but he was searching for her, with a new case:
- An old lady found a girl in the parking lot of Castle Oaks Golf Club, in Ione. Her name is Meghan Clare, she's only 17. She'd hit on her head, they think it was the cause of death.
- Okay, have a word with the others about it and let's go.
So, this is the first chapter. I don't know how long it'll be, but I think it'd be better if it was more detailed. :))
I'd love to know what you think!
Love, Lily