Scarlet Tea

Brunch as a Bunch

I will probably update a lot more now. Writing is like my way of relaxing after a long crappy day at school. Okay- on to the story....

By the way, I was ultra hyper when writing this chapter, if that explains any of the craziness. :)

Disclaimer: Are you kidding me?? The Mentalist would be called The Jisbon Show if I owned it (not really) 

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Jane's P.O.V.

I wake up with a brainstorm. It's the day after the Le Jasmine excitement, so I figure that we should celebrate solving it in one day. It is our first time finishing a case in one day, even though I practicly solved the whole thing. I wonder what Lisbon will agree to. Let me rephrase that: I wonder what I could get Lisbon to agree to. I grab my phone and hit 1 on my speed dial list.

"Lisbon," a very familiar voice says. 

"Hey, Lisbon, why don't we celebrate finishing the case in one day!" I announce.

"Wait a second," she mutters and I hear some shuffling. My phone beeps, alerting me that she put me on speaker phone.

"Hey, Jane," several voices chorus, obviously Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt.

"Why aren't you at work?" Lisbon questions.

"Meh. I didn't feel like it. There's nothing to do. We already finished the case, which brings me back to my point." I finish pulling on my three piece suit.

"Which is.." Rigsby asks.

"I think we should celebrate closing the case in one day," I repeat.

"Oh, lets go to dinner! Or we could have a small party," Van Pelt suggests.

"No, we can't leave work for long, we might get a call," Lisbon scolds. I can picture her beautiful face all scrunched up.

"Brunch," Cho asks. It was more like a statement.

"Yes! Wonderful! Brunch is perfect. I think there's a good place on 32nd street. Like the pancake house, but more sophisticated." I jump into my car.

"Fine," Lisbon snaps, obviously not as annoyed as she tries to sound. She takes it of speaker phone.

" I will be there in half an hour," I respond.

"Wait, but first there's some work-"

"Bye!" I shut my phone victoriously. I imagine her swearing at her phone back at head quarters. I press the redial button. "You know, my dear, swearing at your cell phone won't do any good," I hear her gasp in the back ground. I hang up for the second time, hitting the gas.

"Table for five, I'm waiting for some people," I tell the waitress at the door. She smiles at me, batting her eyelashes.

"Okay, then, follow me," She walks through the semi-nice restaurant, sashaying her hips. There were lots of booths up against the walls. She leads me to a large circular table with a glass tabletop, in the corner. I give her a dazzling smile, and she blushes a deep plum, leaving quickly. It's surprising how easy some women can blush. I guess I'm just so used to Lisbon, and the way she makes things so wonderfully challenging.

I hear the bell ring indicating that the door has opened. There are several sets of footsteps, so a lot of people. Yep, my team has arrived. 

I see Lisbon first, everyone else behind her, including the waitress. Natural Lisbon. I pull out the chair next to me, but she rolls her eyes, smiling. She slides into the seat across from me. Everyone else files in, Rigsby and Van Pelt in the back by the windows, Lisbon next to Rigsby,  Van Pelt between me and Rigsby, and Cho next to Lisbon. There was an extra seat, but it was the one on the outside, so none of us were faced away from the rest of the restaurant. We are classic cops.