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So, myself and smiley-b had dinner together last night (Domino's is dinner!) and then we went late night shopping (when I say we, I mean mostly her) and then we ended up at home and not watching Life like we planned, but we did sit down in front of The Mentalist. Episode was A Dozen Red Roses, aka the one with Rebecca Rigg, Mrs Simon Baker, in it. And in the middle of it, apropos of nothing, smiley-b looks at me and says, "You know, if I was going to ship anyone unusual in this show, it'd be Cho/Van Pelt. I don't know why. There's just something." (Or words to that effect.)
And I look at her, and I go, "I thought it was just me!!!!"
And then I go, "And I may have scribbled a ficlet." (Yes, I know, I know!!!)
And she goes "Yay."
So here it is.
Title: Crooked Arrow
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: The Mentalist
Pairing: Cho/Van Pelt
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Something about Cho that we found out in the season finale (or near it)
Word Count: 505
Summary: Cho goes off the straight path.
Though some might consider it an insult, when people call you a straight arrow, you don't mind. After all, that's what you are now. Kimball Cho, straight arrow. You might not have been that way all your life but after a stint in juvie, it's a part of who you are; you made it part of who you are. It's what makes you a good son, a good friend, a good agent.
You don't stray from the path. You do as you're told, follow orders. Your desk is neat, your paperwork impeccable, your interrogation record unmatched. You keep your cool, you don't lose control.
You don't dip your wick in company ink, and you certainly don't do it with your friend's girl. Or worse, the girl your friend wants to be his girl.
Which is why, when you see Grace Van Pelt for the first time, even though you notice what a knockout she is, you also notice that while your head is turned, Rigsby is knocked flat on his ass. A couple of days later, while you're still able to appreciate the legs that go on forever, wonder what that long red hair might feel like running through your fingers, you're nowhere near as far gone as Rigsby, who is imagining puppies and Christmas and red-headed babies.
He's head over heels and the whole office knows it.
So you do what you always do, put aside any thoughts you might have had in that direction. If you notice what she's wearing every once in a while, get distracted by the scent of her perfume, you cover it up quickly enough that no-one notices. Not even Jane, and you consider that a victory in itself.
She's not for you, and you're ok with that.
Or at least you were.
Until earlier on tonight, when you were the only two in the office, catching up on some paperwork. It seemed natural to order a pizza, even if you didn't realise that you were ordering her favourite, just like it seemed natural to eat it away from your desks, sitting on the couch that half the time serves as Jane's bed. You were talking and laughing, and it didn't seem wrong to point out the smudge of pizza sauce on her chin, or to reach out and wipe it away.
Her skin was warm, soft, and you're not sure which one of you leaned in first, but you do know that that long red hair feels better running through your fingers than you ever dreamed.
One kiss led to two, led to three, led to her place, and you know that you're going to have to deal with this in the morning, that at best it's going to be awkward, at worst Rigsby is going to hate you both.
You know this, and you don't care.
Because this mightn’t be the first time in your life that you’ve strayed from the path, but it’s the first time that you think the consequences might just be worth it.
And I look at her, and I go, "I thought it was just me!!!!"
And then I go, "And I may have scribbled a ficlet." (Yes, I know, I know!!!)
And she goes "Yay."
So here it is.
Title: Crooked Arrow
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: The Mentalist
Pairing: Cho/Van Pelt
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Something about Cho that we found out in the season finale (or near it)
Word Count: 505
Summary: Cho goes off the straight path.
Though some might consider it an insult, when people call you a straight arrow, you don't mind. After all, that's what you are now. Kimball Cho, straight arrow. You might not have been that way all your life but after a stint in juvie, it's a part of who you are; you made it part of who you are. It's what makes you a good son, a good friend, a good agent.
You don't stray from the path. You do as you're told, follow orders. Your desk is neat, your paperwork impeccable, your interrogation record unmatched. You keep your cool, you don't lose control.
You don't dip your wick in company ink, and you certainly don't do it with your friend's girl. Or worse, the girl your friend wants to be his girl.
Which is why, when you see Grace Van Pelt for the first time, even though you notice what a knockout she is, you also notice that while your head is turned, Rigsby is knocked flat on his ass. A couple of days later, while you're still able to appreciate the legs that go on forever, wonder what that long red hair might feel like running through your fingers, you're nowhere near as far gone as Rigsby, who is imagining puppies and Christmas and red-headed babies.
He's head over heels and the whole office knows it.
So you do what you always do, put aside any thoughts you might have had in that direction. If you notice what she's wearing every once in a while, get distracted by the scent of her perfume, you cover it up quickly enough that no-one notices. Not even Jane, and you consider that a victory in itself.
She's not for you, and you're ok with that.
Or at least you were.
Until earlier on tonight, when you were the only two in the office, catching up on some paperwork. It seemed natural to order a pizza, even if you didn't realise that you were ordering her favourite, just like it seemed natural to eat it away from your desks, sitting on the couch that half the time serves as Jane's bed. You were talking and laughing, and it didn't seem wrong to point out the smudge of pizza sauce on her chin, or to reach out and wipe it away.
Her skin was warm, soft, and you're not sure which one of you leaned in first, but you do know that that long red hair feels better running through your fingers than you ever dreamed.
One kiss led to two, led to three, led to her place, and you know that you're going to have to deal with this in the morning, that at best it's going to be awkward, at worst Rigsby is going to hate you both.
You know this, and you don't care.
Because this mightn’t be the first time in your life that you’ve strayed from the path, but it’s the first time that you think the consequences might just be worth it.