Patrick walked up to the crime scene. Natalie Gibecki was found dead on the street. Most of the team was there, except for one person.
"Where's Kenzie?" he asked.
'She's with Lisbon and SFPD," explained Cho.
"They talked to the victim's boss. Apparently, she was on her way to see a movie with friends," said Rigsby.
"Not likely."
The men turned to Patrick. "Come again?"
Patrick walked over to the body. "Well, she's wearing a black lace camisole. She was planning on changing her flats to heels. Her makeup is freshly applied. She's wearing a very..." He crouched to the floor and started sniffing. "...very flowery perfume– J'adore, if I'm not mistaken. She was going to meet a lover. Married, I'd guess, based on the deception."
Patrick's cell phone rang. He excused himself before walking to the side and answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, Patrick. It's Erica Flynn."
His face slightly fell. "Erica Flynn. Wow, this is a surprise."
"Pleasant, I hope. Is Mackenzie there?
"No."
"Oh, I bet you're wondering why I'm calling."
"Yeah. Thought crossed my mind."
"What if I said I wanted to hear you and Mackenzie?"
"I'd say you were lying."
"Not entirely. Natalie Gibecki– I knew her personally. She was a client of my matchmaking company. We grew very close during our sessions together, but then you know how that can happen."
"What do you want, Erica?"
"Yes, I haven't said, have I?"
"No."
"I'm calling because I can help you find her killer."
"Really? What's his name?"
"If you want to answer, you know where to find me. It was nice to hear your voice again, Patrick."
"Yours, too."
As he hung up, Kenzie and Teresa walked up. "Hey. Who was that?"
"Uh, that was Erica Flynn. She wants to help out with the investigation."
"Really?" asked a surprised Kenzie.
"Great. We should fax over the case file and get her a gun," said Teresa.
"Well, getting her a gun's a bit much, but, uh, I think the case file may help."
"I was kidding." Patrick let out a chuckle, ignoring Teresa. "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding."
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Kenzie and Patrick sat opposite of Erica in the prison visiting room. Kenzie couldn't help but look at Erica. Even in orange, she looked hot.
"Hello, Patrick. Hi, Mackenzie," greeted Erica.
"Hi," said Kenzie. "You look good. Orange suits you."
Patrick glanced at Kenzie.
"Well, I suppose I have you and Patrick to thank for my wardrobe."
"I didn't kill your husband," pointed out Patrick.
"Neither did I. Manslaughter. Big difference."
"What is this about?"
"I know who killed Natalie Gibecki."
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I Bet on Losing Dogs - Patrick Jane
Fanfiction"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, ...
