Within the CBI (The Mentalist)

Chapter 3

//Still don't own the Mentalist or the characters... Never will...That glory goes to Bruno Heller...//

20 minutes later, Van Pelt and Rigsby re-enter the bullpen. Lisbon instantly processes their slightly messy hair and clothes, knowing full well what had happened. She resisted the heavy urge quip about where they were, instead settling for a witty smirk. The two sat at their respective desks. Each dives straight into their in-progress work. Grace begins typing furiously, in a search for their newest lead. Several records for 'Cameron Trent' came up. He,too, had been arrested multiple times. Only Cameron had more serious offenses, like assault and major theft.

"Cho. Got an address for him yet?" Lisbon confidently asks.

"8735 Tailen Street." Cho states. The brunette boss turned to face her only female agent.

"Van Pelt, you're with me." She orders. The younger of the two leaps to her feet immediately and they both trail out of the CBI headquarters.

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Riding there was eerily quiet. Neither agent spoke so much as a word to the other. Van Pelt knew Lisbon was on to her just as Lisbon knew something was up. Several glances passed between the two, but none led to conversation.

Their department-issue Chevy Traverse kept up a steady pace of 60 mph for another 20 minutes until they reached Cameron's building, a run-down looking motel that desparately needs care.

The pair stepped from their respective sides and went straight for the top of the two floors. Lisbon presses her thumb the doorbell, and within moments a blonde guy in his late twenties opens the door.

"Can I help you?" He growls in a low voice.

"Cameron Trent?" Lisbon inquires. Cameron lifts his eyes to meet hers.

"Yup, that's me."

"We're with the CBI, we'd-" She gets cut off by Cameron, who starts to run through his house at the mention of the CBI. Lisbon and Van Pelt draw their weapons, beginning to give chase. The house is set up as a labyrinth of furniture, doorways, and random crap strewn all over. Both women leap over the cluttered stuff but are still far behind their runner. Each splits off, the boss going straight and her red-haired counterpart searching the bedrooms to her right.

Nothing suspicious in the first one, the one Grace guessed was the master. Just the regular; a bed and a dresser. The second one was different. A little bulge creased the folding door of the closet. She entered pensively, preparing herself for the inevitable.

Closing the distance proved her theory by way of a few small movements in the closet. Grace leaned up against the small piece of wall next to the doors. Slow moments passed before she sent a powerful kick into the thin doors, revealing Cameron. He pushed fiercely at his attacker, throwing her to the floor with a splitting thud. His fists connected with her face effortlessly and cleanly, but she wasn't one to give up easily. The ginger freed herself and rose to her full 5'9" stature that playfully rivaled her opponent's 5'5".

But then, from down the hall, Teresa Lisbon hears it. A piercing scream accompanying the telltale shattering of glass. A piercing FEMALE scream. She runs in the direction and sees a broken out window. From the edge of it she doesn't see anyone. Wait.... There's a twist of red hair sticking out of the bushes below.

"Grace?!" Lisbon yells. No answer, not even a sound.

Two seconds, and she's on the ground next to the bush.

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Sorry about it being short, absolutely ZERO inspiration whatsoever now.... Yeah.