The 'Mentalist' Association

Inseparable

Inseparable

By @Razzl3, America

Lisbon's P.O.V.

I'll admit, this has been a tougher case. The body was halfway through decomp when we found it, and it took weeks to aquire a forsensic identity. Not to mention, Casidy Davis, the victim, has about four million enemies, because she just so happens to be a lawyer. A defence lawyer. Most of the people she defends are guilty, and they usually go free of charge, which causes loads of anger. In general, most people just hate lawyers. Casidy also is unusually young, and she's the most demanded-for lawyer there is, and once she gets the convicts free, they will -as Jane put it- give her a little thank you. In a motel bedroom. So, yes, unusually hard, for a case. However, this is probably the usual around the FBI, so I suppose I'll just have to get used to it.

I told Jane earlier that if he finds or figures out anything important whatsoever, to contact me first. It's never worked before, but I offered to help him with his secret plots, or whatever he does while the rest of us are doing good solid police work. I threatened to have them take away his brand new, FBI couch, and despite the fact that I can't actually do that, and I don't even know who 'them' is, he seemed to belive me with a mischevious look in his eye that I choose to ignore. Unfortunately, Jane is almost always right about cases, so it seemed that for the good of the victim, I would have to let him do whatever he needed to do.

And now, I'm searching through old documents in a warehouse. In the middle of nowhere. At three in the morning.

"Dammit Jane! Is there any possibility that this could have waited until morning?" I interrogate.

"For the thirtieth time, my dear Lisbon, no. It seems we have switched places, for now you have become the pesterer, and I'm the pestered," he replies, quite cheerfully.

"Because this totally amounts to all the pestering you've done to me over the years," I scoff. "And it's three in the morning, so I have an excuse."

"Come on, Lisbon. Don't you think this kind of fun? Adventurous?" He questions.

"No," I state. We shuffle through papers for a while, silently. "Why can't you just take me back to my bed?"

He chuckles, and too late I realize what that sounded like. "Oh, Lisbon I'd be glad to."

"Don't laugh at me. You know what I mean. You broke into my house, came into my bedroom, where I was sleeping, and woke me up by tapping my shoulder and whispering 'Teresa'. You scared the crap out of me, and you didn't even let me change, or drive my own car, so yes. I want you to take me back to my bed, or I will freaking walk home, in my pajamas," I threaten, turning to march out the door.

"You don't even know the way home!" He laughs. I realize he's right, and fall to an irritated silence. We shuffle more, and move around boxes, until Jane gives a shout of delight.

"I've found it!!!" He cheers, and I quickly head over to where he's standing. It's a smooth box, under a stack of several others. "We each grab a side, and pull at the same time to make sure both sides fall at the same time."

"Okay," I agree. We do as he says, with no success.

"It's because of the wood it's made of. It's too slippery. I'll be right back," he announces. Despite the fact that it's probably just because we didn't get a good grip, he runs off.

I wait impatiently for his return, shivering a little in my pajamas, which was basically an oversized jersey. I have yet to understand why Jane didn't let me change. Suddenly, I feel a cold thing snap around my wrist. I spin around to see Jane snapping the other half of a pair of handcuffs around his own wrist. "What are you doing?!" I exclaim.