Jane's POV
Lisbon was already grabbing her go bag when he entered the bullpen. That meant an out of town case. He headed over to Abbott's office.
"You needed to see me?" he said impatiently – his face deadpan.
"Good morning to you too," said Abbott.
"..." Jane just started at him.
"Alright – I'll get to the point. You have an FBI appointed phone because when I call you, I need to be able to reach you. Don't make me chase you around again."
"Seriously. You're chastising me?"
"This job may be a joke to you, but it's important work and there's people who need our help. A little respect for that would be great."
"Quite the joke actually. But I'm here. I don't have to like it," he said insolently not caring what Abbott did to him at this point.
"Is there something bothering you Jane that you want to talk about?" he asked with impatience in his voice.
"Nope," said Jane with a fake solute.
He strode back into the bullpen in a foul mood and Cho debriefed him on the case. He grabbed his go bag and followed the team out.
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Digging up old memories
FanfictionFANFIC - The Mentalist. *I do not own any characters or The Mentalist. I love The Mentalist - just watched it during Covid-19. I'm not a writer. Just passing the time. Feel free to comment, but please be kind. Jane and Lisbon work for the FBI, but a...
