Patrick quietly lay on his couch. He thought it was weird that Kenzie wasn't at the office. But he brushed it off. Maybe she slept in.
Lisbon walked into the bullpen, hitting the edge of the couch to get his attention. "Come on, we got a case," she said.
Patrick opened his mouth but closed it. Maybe he'll see her at the crime scene.
He and Lisbon arrived at the crime scene. He looks around to see everyone else on the team except for one person. He turned toward Lisbon. "Hey, where's Kenzie?"
"Hey, pay attention," brushed off Lisbon.
"Hannah Jackson, 25. She was a farmer," explained Cho. "She was killed around 8:30 this morning."
"Jane, any insight?" She looked at him with annoyance. "What are you doing?"
"Where's Kenzie?" he asked.
"Who?"
"Kenzie. Mackenzie Patterson."
"I don't know who that is."
Patrick's appalled. "Your best friend, Lisbon!"
"There is no Mackenzie." She gave Patrick a concerned look. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Patrick started to walk away from the scene, ignoring Lisbon's calls. He took out his phone and started looking through his contacts. He frowned as he reached the K section of his contacts.
Nothing was there. Kenzie wasn't listed as a contact on his phone. He sighed.
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He eagerly knocked on the door of Kenzie's apartment. If anything, he's been knocking for the past 5 minutes. He knocked again.
An elderly neighbor walked out of her apartment. "What are you doing?"
"Hi, ma'am. I was wondering, um, is there a Kenzie and Lillian Patterson that lives here?"
She shook her head. "No. No one's lived in that apartment for a while." He sighed.
He made it back to headquarters and walked straight back to his "office". He borrowed someone's laptop. He really didn't care. He looked up for her name. Nothing. Not even a mention of her Unsolved Mysteries episode. He kept scrolling, page after page. Nothing.
He was so close to giving up. But he stared at a link to a news article. He clicked on it. His eyes lit up as he skimmed, reading about Wilma. He saw a picture of Wilma with the victim. He stared at the farmhouse in the background and saw the address of their farmer's market at the bottom of the page. He launched out of his chair and ran downstairs.
Lisbon sighed again. "Hey, where are you going? We have a case."
"I'll be back."
"Jane."
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Patrick parked his car at the end of the driveway. He started walking, creating small clouds of dust with each step. He looks up at the lavish farmhouse before him. He knocked on the door and whistled while waiting for an answer.
The door opened. His smile quickly turned to a frown of confusion. An older man, who looked very similar to Kenzie, stood in the doorway.
"Sorry, we're closed for the day," said the man.
"Oh, no. I'm here for Kenzie. Is she here?"
The man gave him a suspicious look. "Who are you?"
"Patrick Jane." He reached out to shake the man's hand. "Who are you?"
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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, ...
