The Crimson Smile Scene 2
Author: naika7
Title: The Crimson Smile Scene 2
Rating: G
Type: humor, fic 432 words
Characters: Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Lisbon/Jane
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Notes: Can be read as a stand alone, but it's a follow up to this fic ; for the Winter Mentalist fest, small oneshot, posted tomentalistlist
On their way to the victim’s house Jane and Lisbon switched radio stations every few seconds. Jane was in favor of classical music while Lisbon opted for alternative rock. As usual they settled on country which they both disliked.
“So…Lisbon, what kind of music does Johnson listen to?”
“I don’t know, Jane. We only went on one date. Yesterday. Are you going to lay off this?”
She faced him, taking her eyes off the road for a moment. Witnessing his warm smile, she couldn’t help, but grin herself.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“How did it go by the way? I see that you’re wearing earrings and have attempted a new hairstyle.”
Jane had this alarming skill to make Lisbon embarrassed. His observation skills were intimidating and sometimes quite insulting to any woman and Teresa was not an exception. No matter how tough of a cop she was, she still liked to keep some of those female details a secret.
They arrived at their destination; Lisbon shut the car off and turned towards her consultant.
“Jane, I am going to enlighten you. It is not flattering, nor is it pleasant for me to hear you describe the changes in my appearance. So if you want to impress me, or even make me tell you something personal, don’t ever ignore that I am a woman again.”
Jane was taken back. He wasn’t aware that he was trying to flatter or impress his boss even though in his own twisted way he was doing just that. Realizing she was right, he mentally gave her props for saying it.
“Okay,” he said
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” Jane paused “I did go on the internet as you suggested though and I found that Johnson posts pictures of his cats with those funny captions that…”
“No he doesn’t.”
Lisbon got out of the car and shut the door with an angry swing. Jane joined her outside.
“Fine, he doesn’t. But he does have a cat. In a man that signifies either issues with his mother or an overdeveloped feminine side.”
The brunette rolled her eyes and knocked on the door.
“I am not interested in your findings, Jane. When it comes to my private life I prefer to make my own,” Lisbon turned away to face the door “I’ll let you know if I run into problems.”
Jane leaned in and searched her serious face.
“No you won’t,” he added smiling.
At this time the door opened and a grieving widow appeared.
“Hello Mam, I am Detective Lisbon and this is Patrick Jane. May we ask you some questions?”
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