Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist or NCIS and I make no money from this

Author's Note: Thank you so much to RavennaNightwind and Dani-9900 for reviewng :) also are you okay with just Jane and Lisbon at NCIS or would you like the team to come too? I'm undecided so yeah... anyway read on and I hope you like it :)

"Are you ready?" asked Ducky gently to which Lisbon nodded and slowly he pulled out the slab with her brother on it before moving the fabric away to reveal the man's face.

"Oh brother," Lisbon whispered quietly looking sadly at the corpse which bore a strong resemblance to her.

"I'm so sorry Teresa," Ducky offered before moving away to give her some space, Jane was standing just behind her looking at her solemnly.

"It's not your fault Lisbon."

"If I had just called him back sooner, he might be alive now."

"If you had called him back sooner, he might still be dead now," Jane told her quietly.

"I still failed him Jane. I'm the eldest, I'm supposed to protect him... I failed."

"You haven't failed him unless you let his murderer get away with this and I promise you, we will catch the bastard," Jane announced placing a hand on her shoulder, "or die trying."

"Or die trying?" Lisbon repeated smiling slightly, "thank you Jane, I know we will. You are the most annoying person on the planet but we always get our guy right?"

"Of course we do."

"James was a good person y'know? He didn't deserve this," Lisbon said half to herself wiping her eyes, "we are going to find your killer James, I promise."

Lisbon kissed her brother gently on the forehead before pulling the fabric gently back over his head as she took a deep shuddering breath. Jane stood watching her with a haunted look his usually bright features.

"Are you okay Jane?"

"Yeah m'fine. Just brings back memories... shall we go?"

"Of your family... We're gonna get Red John too y'know?"

"I know," Jane answered quickly causing Ducky to raise an eyebrow from the other side of the room, wondering what they were talking about, "let's go see what our NCIS buddies have found."

"Yes let's. Thank you Ducky."

"Your very welcome my dear," he replied kindly as they gave him a passing wave and left. He wondered back over to close the drawer pausing to talk to the body, "I don't know about you but I think your sister is not the only one grieving..."

"You wanted to see me boss," stated Gibbs approaching the Director who was leaning on the railing watching his agency work below.

"Yes, I understand the case involves a CBI agent's brother. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"I want you to co-operate fully with the CBI on this investigation, we're trying to promote inter-agency co-operation and this is a great oppurtunity to show everyone that NCIS can play nice," Vance informed him firmly, "I know you don't like to play well with others but I don't care, so work with them and solve this case ASAP. Director wants his people back yesterday."

"Leon I already am co-operating with the CBI we're working a joint investigation and don't worry I think we all want to close this case quickly."

"Really?" reponded Vance doubtfully, "where are they then?"

"With Ducky, Lisbon wanted to say goodbye to her brother. What think I would lie to you?"Gibbs added slightly defensively but noticed the elevator doors opening and the CBI people coming out, "look here they are now."

"Good and make sure Patrick Jane is okay, Director was adament he not be harmed."

"That's kindof a weird thing to say," pointed out Gibbs.

"I know, he seemed like a weird guy."

"Well I best be back to work, if we're done here."

"We're done here," Vance agreed and Gibbs slipped away to rejoin the others...

Ziva and McGee pulled up outside Shaw's residence, a grubby run down apartment block in a less than desirable location. Wrinkling their noses at the smell they went to get their suspect.

"NCIS open up!" called Ziva rapping loudly on the door. Getting no answer they positioned themselves either side of the door and drew their weapons. A quick nod passed between them before they kicked down the door and barged inside.

The apartment was bare, it looked stripped bare and the only furniture was a old rotten couch sitting in the middle of the room with a man lying on it with a needle on the floor beside him.

"NCIS, wake up!" Ziva yelled at him but no answer so she carefully checked and found a thready pulse, "I think he's overdosing McGee call an ambulance..."