Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist. I wish I did though...
Ahhhhh.
I melt into my brown, leather couch for a nice, long rest. I just solved a horribly tedious case for the team, and I feel like some well-deserved rest is in order. Glancing up at the Elvis-shaped stain on the ceiling, I can almost picture him speaking to me, "Patrick Jane, you ain't no saint. But you just locked up a bad, bad man. And you better be certain you deserve some good rest."
I couldn't agree more.
I scan the bullpen and see Cho reading a book (no surprise there), Rigsby eating a taco he picked up who-knows-where, and Van Pelt pressing some buttons to make her computer turn off. All is well. I sigh, close my eyes, and prepare to relax a bit.
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I apologize for the incredible shortness- consider this an intro to the story. Next chapter will be Lisbon's POV. I can't wait!
This is my first Mentalist fanfic (though I watch Mentalist like a zombie and know a ton about it), and I can use all the advice I can get! So PLEASE follow me like a stalker, add my stuff to your libraries, vote me, and comment! I will try to follow you back, and probably even read your stories! What a deal, right? : )
P.S. I do intend to update on Freeing My Soul soon, I just need to get this Mentalist stuff outta my head...
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FanfictionWho is braver? Jane or Lisbon? Most people would say Lisbon, and rightfully so. But what about in emotional things, like telling the other one how they feel? Then they're both cowards. This is my take on how Jisbon finally gets its act together. Lit...
