Scarlet Tea

Finally Forensics

Disclaimer: My deepest regrets, I simply do not own the beloved Mentalist. I shall aquire it as soon as possible.

-------------------------------

Cho's P.O.V.

I have resorted to the lowest of the low. Watching Rigsby play trash-can basketball.

"He shoots, he scores!" Rigsby narrates. I take yet another glance towards Lisbon's office. Sometime she should come marching out of there announcing the arrival of the forensis results. Until then, we're stuck here hoping desperately that Jane doesn't suggest on of his games. Seriously, Truth or Dare? That wasn't necessary. Afterwards, I remember Lisbon and Hightower had a 'meeting' involving her white board.

Rigsby, tired of the easy shots, pulls himself up. He walks towards the couch and throws the 'basketball' over his shoulder. It results in me getting hit in the face with a wad of crumpeled up paperwork.

"Nice." I mutter.

"Sorry, man. Oh, look, it's boss," he announces.

She's marching towards us, grinning.

"Okay, who is she?" Van Pelt asks. 

"Our victim is 27-year-old Victoria Meyson. She's a resident here in Sacramento. Van Pelt, I'll give you the file. Cho, you go to interview her sister. Here's the address. Take- hm...." she hesitates, considering. She hands me a post-it with an address on it. 

"I'll go," Rigsby suggests.

She shakes her head, "No, I need you for something else. Van Pelt, you go,"

"Thanks, Boss!" Our red-headed rookie beams. I get up and head towards the car, Van Pelt following. 

 I take the wheel and speed to the address on the post-it note.  We sit in silence, which I don't mind. Van Pelt looks mildly distracted. I doubt she's going to say anything, so I'm not going to ask. We pull up to an old victorian house. Ironic how the girls named Victoria. I ring the doorbell. I hear footsteps coming up on the other side. 

"Ma'am, I'm Agent Van Pelt, this is Agent Cho. We're from the CBI, if you would let us in, we'd like to talk to you," Van Pelt speaks up. The door swings open to reveal a woman in her early thirties. Bouncy, styled brown hair, hazel eyes, and a curious smile. She has no idea that her sister is dead. "Would you let us in?" Van Pelt repeats. 

"Sure. I'm Melanie Mesyon," she chirps backing away from the door. "So what's going on?" She gesture for us to take a seat on several leather bound chairs. She looks a little worried, but over all calm and sophisticated. 

"It's about your sister," Van Pelt tentatively starts.

"Oh, what has she done? She's never gotten into trouble before, crap what is it? Drugs?" Melanie loses her composure.

"Melanie. Your sister was found dead. I'm sorry," Van Pelt quietly says. Melanie gasps silently, then tears start streaming down her face. 

Suddenly, Van Pelt's phone buzzes. "I'm sorry, I've got to take this."

That left me alone with a bawling woman. I roll my eyes, and grab a tissue. I escort her to her couch and have her sit down, handing her the tissue. Then I silently back up in an attempt to give her some privacy.

"Hold me," she cries.

"Excuse me," I raise my eyebrows.

"Please?" she begs.

"Um. Okay." I move to sit by her on the couch. I pat her on the head awkwardly. She kind of colapses onto my chest.  I sigh, and take off my jacket, placing it on her shoulders. My arm goes around her back, and I gently rock her back and forth. By this time, my shirt is completely soaked through with tears. 

"Thank you,"  she stutters, as she wraps her arms around my neck. 

I didn't sign up for this, I did not sign up for this.

"You're a sweet man, Mr. Cho." she stutters. 

"Kimbal Cho," I inform her.

"Oh, Kimbal! My sister would have loved you!" she sobs even louder.

I don't even know you, lady.

 I hear a creaking sound from the corner and see Van Pelt observing all of this to great amusement. 

"Help Me!" I mouth, but all she does is smirk.

"Melanie, we'll be back in three days to properly talk. Bye." I state, getting up and softly pulling my jacket back. She snivels one last time, the wishes me good bye. We find our way out of her neat house, and pop in the car.

I quickly pull away from the house, a little over the speed limit. Van Pelt turns to me and grins. "Nice? Did you get her number, too?"

"No, but I was wondering how things are going with you and Rigsby?" I shoot back.

"Touche," The rest of the ride was silent, which is just how I like it.

-----------------

No buisness like 'Cho buisness!!

Bring on the Cho-mance!

It's na-Cho cheese!! 

~the jokes never end~

-Razzl3