Patrick stares directly into Teresa's eyes and uses his hands to accentuate his words. Teresa sits in front of him with Kenzie sitting on the table behind her. Her, Rigsby, and Van Pelt watch in anticipation.
"I'm looking," claims Teresa.
"Imagine a simple geometric shape. Any shape you like. Picture it in your mind as strongly as you can so that I can see it too," says Patrick.
"Okay."
"Good. Now, around that first shape, I want you to put another simple shape, any shape you like. Around the first shape. Picture it in your mind. Clear as you can. Make a mental photograph. Tell me when you have it clear."
"Okay. It's clear."
He gazes deep into her eyes. "I see a triangle. Inside a circle."
Teresa grins. "No."
"No?"
"I was thinking of an octagon inside a square."
"Liar."
"All right. You got me."
Van Pelt and Rigsby laugh delightedly while Kenzie raises her hand behind Teresa's back. Teresa pulls a $20 bill out of her pocket and places it into Kenzie's hand.
"Thank you," sings Kenzie.
"Pretty good, uh? He got me and Rigs the same way."
"That's nothing. That's just the calibration key for the real mind reading. Now I have total access to your innermost thoughts."
"Yeah, right."
"No, seriously."
"Then, do it to Kenzie."
"What? Why me," asks Kenzie.
"Because you won't lie."
Kenzie sighs and motions to Patrick to come to her. Patrick stares into her eyes and repeats the words he said to Teresa.
"Alright, you're thinking of...a heart inside of a square."
"Aww." Her shoulders slump down.
But Kenzie realizes the next part and tries to hide her panic.
"Now, you're thinking I'm so glad Patrick is joining around, and he can't read my mind."
Kenzie nods with an impressed smile.
"You're just saying that so you can get more money," exclaims Teresa.
"You got some more? I can do this all day."
Cho walks into the bullpen. "We're up. Suspected arson/murder on a farm in Marquesa. The County DA is asking if we'll check it out."
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The team is being led across smoking ruins by Marquesa Police Chief Trey Piller. The farmland around them is dry and desperate for water, with the corn only being half-grown. Firetrucks are sitting at the scene with looky-loos ogling at the sight.
"Chief Piller, why the firetrucks? Shouldn't they be gone by now," asks Teresa.
"Took forever to put the fire out. Not enough pressure for the hoses see, not with this drought. Rich Garcia had the best corn in the county, and now look."
They reach the burned-out car with Piller pointing to it. "That's where we found him. What was left? Hardly enough for Susan and Madeleine to bury."
The team can sense Piller's sadness. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are red.
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I Bet on Losing Dogs - Patrick Jane
Fanfic"I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring, Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, ...
