Kenzie knocked on the door of Patrick's loft.
"Patrick?"
"Hi, Kenz," Patrick greeted faintly.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh, just working."
"Okay, we have a case. We have to go."
"Yeah."
She took a step back as the door wheeled open. He unlocked the door and closed it, not letting Kenzie see anything.
"You think you're so mysterious. I know what you're doing in there."
"Oh, really? What?"
"You're making a list, trying to figure out who it is that we've met that's Red John."
"Not just met, shaken hands with."
"How many people are on that list, anyway?"
"A lot."
They arrived at a bar where Cho, Teresa, and Rigsby were. "Got a male shooting victim. Looks to be early 20s," explained Cho. "Happened about an hour ago. No ID."
Kenzie and Lisbon walked over to the body. "Who called it in?"
"Bartender," said Rigsby. "We're getting a statement."
"What do the witnesses have to say?" asked Teresa.
"Uh, not sure. Cho's talking to them."
"Has the coroner taken a look at him yet?" asked Kenzie.
"Yeah, he's on his way. What... What's that on his face?"
Kenzie hummed in confusion. She bent down to get a closer look. The victim suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Kenzie's face, kissing her on the lips. She pushed him away, gasping.
"Oh, boy," Patrick muttered.
Both she and Teresa gasped as people jumped out of different spots throughout the bar.
"Happy anniversary," they exclaimed.
"What's goin' on?" asked Teresa.
Kenzie pointed at the guy on the floor. "Whose idea was this?"
"Come in, everybody," said Rigsby. Multiple agents walked closer to the girls. Nicole walked up behind Teresa, wrapping her arms around her. "Ladies and gentlemen, ten years ago, Teresa Lisbon and Mackenzie Patterson left the San Francisco Police Department to join the California Bureau of Investigation. Today, they are, without doubt, the rootinest, tootinest, sharp-shootinest cops in the whole state of California. Happy anniversary. Hear, hear."
He lifted his glass of champagne. Nicole kissed Teresa on the cheek. Dance music started playing. The rest of the team, except Patrick, walked up to them.
"It was Rigsby's idea," said Cho.
Kenzie and Teresa looked at each other. "Yeah?"
They turned to the stripper. "Is he taking his clothes off?" Kenzie asked. "Oh my God. He is."
They turned back around to find Ray Haffner standing in front of them. Kenzie sighed. She never liked him.
"Congratulations," said Haffner.
"Thank you, Ray," said Teresa.
"Thanks," muttered Kenzie.
"You know, I really enjoyed it when we worked together. We should do it again sometime."
"Sure," said Teresa. "You mean when you almost got us fired? Yeah, that was a lot of fun."
"Hey, um, can we grab lunch? The three of us?" Kenzie raised an eyebrow. "There's just something I wanna discuss with 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, ...
