Title: Red Faced
Title: Red Faced
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Mentalist
Summary: Injury/Illness Table Prompt: Sunburn
Type / Pairings: Jane/Lisbon
Main characters: Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
It had been a massive crime scene out in the desert, under the heat of the high summer sun. Someone had dragged their victim, Donnie Pattinaeu, over several miles of dried riverbed, leaving evidence spread far and wide.
Not a fun scene to work, baking for hours in the mid day sun.
To make matters worse, Jane had, at some point wandered off to God only knew where and, hours later, when he finally answers phone, Teresa discovered he’d follow the forensic techs downstream.
“No worries, Lisbon, I’m on my best behavior. Sgt. O’Halloran even offered to drive me back to the CBI, so don’t wait around for me.”
Once they finished working the scene, the team had returned to the CBI, looking into the details of Pattinaeu’s life.
But all was naught, as the local sheriff called saying one of Pattinaeu’s friends had turned himself in, claiming they’d been drunk and four wheeling and Pattinaeu had fallen off the back and then dragged accidentally.
Finding out that they’d spent hours boiling for nothing was not a pleasant revelation.
Teresa looked down at the deep red sunburn on her forearms and, from the hot, tight feel her face, she knew the burn there was as bad, if not worse.
Out in the bullpen, Rigsby and Van Pelt we’re doing their own boiled lobster impersonations. Only Cho didn’t seem to be suffering ill effects from the day in the sun.
At the moment, Teresa felt both hawked and chilled, skin stinging sharply at every motion. She longed for a cool shower, knowing it would hurt but also ease some of the pain.
“Knock, knock.”
Sighing, Teresa glanced up and froze.
Jane was standing in the door of her office, smiling brightly at her. Somewhere, he’d shed his suit jacket and his sky-blue shirtsleeves were rolled up his forearms. His neatly buttoned vest kept him looking dapper even with his collar open several buttons.
“How are you not burned?” she grumbled, noting that his normal, light tan head deep and too rich, golden tone and his hair was wildly tousled from the day outdoors.
He looked… kind of incredible.
“I don’t burn,” he said simply, stepping into the office and placing a small bag on her desk. “Brought you a present.”
Teresa gazed at the bag with trepidation, then opened the top when nothing jumped out at her.
Then she smiled.
He’d bought brought her a bottle of aloe vera.
Comments, pretty please?
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Mentalist
Summary: Injury/Illness Table Prompt: Sunburn
Type / Pairings: Jane/Lisbon
Main characters: Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
It had been a massive crime scene out in the desert, under the heat of the high summer sun. Someone had dragged their victim, Donnie Pattinaeu, over several miles of dried riverbed, leaving evidence spread far and wide.
Not a fun scene to work, baking for hours in the mid day sun.
To make matters worse, Jane had, at some point wandered off to God only knew where and, hours later, when he finally answers phone, Teresa discovered he’d follow the forensic techs downstream.
“No worries, Lisbon, I’m on my best behavior. Sgt. O’Halloran even offered to drive me back to the CBI, so don’t wait around for me.”
Once they finished working the scene, the team had returned to the CBI, looking into the details of Pattinaeu’s life.
But all was naught, as the local sheriff called saying one of Pattinaeu’s friends had turned himself in, claiming they’d been drunk and four wheeling and Pattinaeu had fallen off the back and then dragged accidentally.
Finding out that they’d spent hours boiling for nothing was not a pleasant revelation.
Teresa looked down at the deep red sunburn on her forearms and, from the hot, tight feel her face, she knew the burn there was as bad, if not worse.
Out in the bullpen, Rigsby and Van Pelt we’re doing their own boiled lobster impersonations. Only Cho didn’t seem to be suffering ill effects from the day in the sun.
At the moment, Teresa felt both hawked and chilled, skin stinging sharply at every motion. She longed for a cool shower, knowing it would hurt but also ease some of the pain.
“Knock, knock.”
Sighing, Teresa glanced up and froze.
Jane was standing in the door of her office, smiling brightly at her. Somewhere, he’d shed his suit jacket and his sky-blue shirtsleeves were rolled up his forearms. His neatly buttoned vest kept him looking dapper even with his collar open several buttons.
“How are you not burned?” she grumbled, noting that his normal, light tan head deep and too rich, golden tone and his hair was wildly tousled from the day outdoors.
He looked… kind of incredible.
“I don’t burn,” he said simply, stepping into the office and placing a small bag on her desk. “Brought you a present.”
Teresa gazed at the bag with trepidation, then opened the top when nothing jumped out at her.
Then she smiled.
He’d bought brought her a bottle of aloe vera.
Comments, pretty please?