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Mentalist: Someone who uses mental acuity, hypnosis and/or suggestion. A master manipulator of thoughts and behaviour.

- I love places like this. Lots of people, cars and of course journalists, but the best part is still your boss' complaining about it – Lisbon got out of their car. They were at a very common and crowded place named Castle Oaks Golf Club. It was clearly for wealthy people, you could say by the cars in the parking lot. And, if it's a case with the rich, it'll be a very delicate matter.

- I agree – joined Rigsby. – But you can also get to see the insides of these places.

- And you can make fun of them and their money – Jane put on a smirk what made Lisbon's stomach flutter a bit, so she immediately looked away. She didn't like the way she reacted to these things.

They noticed the sheriff, who was already on his way to approach them. – I'm Jack Hue, I'm responsible for this case. The girl's name is Meghan Clare, aged 17. She got hit on the back of her head very hard-

- Her aggressor might knew her, unless he wouldn't attack her from behind – Jane interrupted his monologue. He looked very annoyed. Who is he to... – Patrick Jane – he smirked and Lisbon had to look away. Again.

- Like if I care... – murmured Hue sullenly.

The day went by as the team eyed the corpse, talked to the golf club's director and some men who had probably seen something suspicious. For Lisbon's relief Jane didn't do anything disturbing, so it was rather a simple day.

Back at the office Lisbon was packing already to head home, when she noticed somebody is standing in the door.

- It was a pretty good day, wasn't it? – She only hummed, not even looking in his direction. – Oh, come on! I need a little more enthusiasm – cheered Jane. He liked when he saw her eyes shine in challenge and her face brighten in excitement. – I wondered if we could have dinner together.

She shot her head up, looking at him wide eyed. The fluttering in his stomach came back. He has never asked her out for dinner. She just couldn't believe it, however as much as she wanted to say yes, she knew he already has too much effect on her – I'm really sorry, but I've still got some business to take care.

Jane stepped into the office with a disappointed look on his handsome face. – Please, I know you want to come, just delay that business and have something! – She couldn't fight it anymore, so she just nodded uncertainly. – Great! I'll wait for you at my car – he stormed out of the room with a satisfied expression. She could only stand there for a minute. When she regained consciousness, she realized he's waiting for her. The woman grabbed her coat and walked down to the parking lot.

The place, where they went, wasn't elegant, but their food was always great. They took place at a table near the window and the waiter immediately walked to them.

- Good evening! What can I bring you? – He sounded kind and friendly, but Lisbon couldn't tear her eyes away from Jane as he answered.

- I want the usual – he said. He ordered his favourite besides tea. The waiter looked at her – And the same for her.

- Okay, I'll bright it in a few minutes – Jane nodded, eyes never leaving hers, as the man turned to walk away, not leaving time for her to protest. – Don't. You'll like it – he smirked again. She felt her cheeks heat up and a smile spreading on her lips. He thought it was adorable.

- And then what is it? – She leaned on the table, very curious about her dinner.

- I won't tell. It's a surprise – he said matter-of-factly and leaned on the table as well, so their noses were nearly touching. – By the way you've got a nice scent – he liked it. It was somehow flowery, he couldn't describe it. She wrinkled her nose and huffed a little.

- The waiter is coming – she said quietly. She didn't know what to respond to his statement. They bent apart, so the man could put down their plates.

- Fish with rice and mashed peas.

Hmm, so how will Teresa react? The truth is, that I'd like to know it too! :'DD Do you want a little drama? Or fluff? Let me know what you think!

Love, Lily