A Mentalist fic, written about one of my all-time favorite ships, Agent Wayne Rigsby and Agent Grace Van Pelt.

Poznám muža. Nie je to žiadne neviniatko, v minulosti si zarábal klamaním ľudí. Raz spomenul meno, ktoré spomenúť nemal. Sériový vrah zabil jeho ženu a malú dcéru. Odvtedy zasvätil svoj život pomste. Naháňal ho dlhé roky. Napokon sa mu ho podarilo zabiť. Tým však jeho príbeh neskončil. Pomsta vlastne ani nebola podstatou, ako som si nie len ja, ale aj on sám dlho myslel. „Urobte mu radosť, Teresa.“ Povedal mi šéf v deň, kedy prvýkrát navštívil náš úrad. Urobila som. A tým sa náš príbeh ešte len začal.

What if Lisbon's breakdown in series 2, episode 3 'Red Badge' wasn't because she was been drugged? What if something else had caused her to snap and the only person that could help was Patrick Jane?

Finding a birthday present for Teresa Lisbon seemed like an impossible thing to do. At least to Patrick Jane. But then he came up with an idea: He asked her to write down seven things, she always wanted to do but simply couldn't and Lisbon complied. Neither of them knew what awaited them but ghosts from the past, drunken confessions and learning how to juggle were only a few of these things.

There's always been a flame which has never quite flickered out between agents Grace Van Pelt and Wayne Rigsby. Everyone knows that the only thing keeping them apart is the rule, stupidly placed by the higher authorities: no sexual relations within your CBI unit. But aren't rules made to be broken?