Psych/Mentalist Crossover....this can't end well :3
"Come on, please?" Jackie asked, putting on the most innocent earnest look she had in her, her eyes on the man in the driver's seat.
"No." Patrick Jane shook his head definitively, giving her a sidelong glance. A smirk crept up the side of his mouth. "The look is good though. Just a bit softer on the eyes, you'd be a bit more convincing."
Jackie narrowed them instead. They were sitting in Jane's car outside the Psych office. "You've come this far, at least you could say hi."
"Why should I? I've got nothing to say to him...nothing he'd want to hear or you for that matter. I thought he was family."
"He is! It's just..." Jackie threw her arms up, a bit exasperated. "I don't know, I just thought it would be nice if the two psychic..."
Jane put up a warning finger with a look.
"...my two 'pretend' psychic friends could meet and say hi and get along. Is that so much to ask?"
"Yes, yes it is. What he does isn't police work, he does it just for fun."
"So do you."
That actually Jane couldn't deny. Jackie opened the door and hopped out of the car. "Are you coming? It's not like he's gonna bite. Unless, y'know....you're afraid." Her turn to smirk, she did indeed play a very cheap card but she figured it would be worth it in the end. Jane scoffed, "Afraid? That's rich, even if it was your last ditch effort." He sighed, looking from the bright green sign to Jackie and back. Finally, he unbuckled his seatbelt, pointing at her. "You asked for this, remember that."
Jackie was too busy congratulating herself to care, grinning happily as she and Jane walked up to the office and knocked on the door.
Gus was the one to open the door. It was at this point the plan started to fall apart. There was a look of brief terror over Gus' features when he saw Jane that Jackie didn't quite catch in time. "Hey, Gus, what's..."
SLAM! The door shut quickly in their faces. "....up?"
They both stood there for a second.
"Does that happen often?" Jane asked, looking a bit confused.
"Sorry, sometimes they're a bit....weird." Jackie knocked again, a bit more forcefully. "Gus, come on, open the door!"
*************
"It's HIM!" Gus was doing a stage whisper at Shawn as he crouched behind the closed door. Shawn looked over from his seat at his desk, his feet causually up over his keyboard and desk trinkets. "Him? Him who? Gus, what's gotten into you? Is there a zombie at the door? Cause if there is, you know we're gonna regret not getting those air rifles when I said we should have."
Gus practically crawled over. "You know HIM! That guy, the tv psychic."
"Ha, you're imagining things, Gus. Why would Patrick Jane even come here, he's not even..." Jackie's voice floated in from outside. "Gus, let us in, this is silly."
Shawn's feet came off his desk and he was at the window like a shot, peering through the blinds. "...she didn't..." Those wavy curls and gray three piece suit were unmistakable. Shawn turned, backed against the blinds as if that would keep them out better. "Oh Mylanta, it IS him!"
Gus had managed to get up off the floor and was frantically looking around the office for a way out. "What do we do?! What do we do?!"
Shawn thought for a second. "...don't open the door?"
"Shawn!"
"Well, they'll have to leave sometime. We'll be no worse for wear."
"But Jackie's with him, you're just gonna leave her out there too?"
"Me? You're the one who slammed the door in their faces!"
Their argument is brought to an abrupt halt, both of them jump sky high as Jackie bangs on the glass behind Shawn, glaring. Her voice is a bit muffled by the glass. "Hi, Shawn. Open the door."
Shawn wheels on her, "Jackie, I am shocked, SHOCKED that you would bring the enemy here."
"He is not! He's a good friend and I thought you two would like to meet each other. Why you gotta make this difficult?" Jackie put her hands on her hips.
Shawn gasps, his face sorrowful. "Oh Jackie, he didn't...he's put you up to this, hasn't he? With his jedi mind tricks. Com'n Jackie, don't be like that, don't go to the dark side! Come back to us!"
Jackie gives him a look, her arms folded. "Really? Star Wars? You're going with that?"
"Why not?" Jane remarks as he's strolling into the room. "Sounded like a well used reference to me." Both of the boys react with a pretty girlish sounding scream at his sudden entrance. Jane takes a step back hesitantly at their reaction. "Have they had their shots?" he asks Jackie, who's still on the other side of the glass. She's just as surprised that he's inside already, pointing at him. "How did you...? Never mind. Gus let me in." She walks away from the window and a few seconds later, Gus is letting her in through the door.
Part 1 of who-knows-where-this-is-going....written with much love for dial_a_psychic and clearlythatsme
"No." Patrick Jane shook his head definitively, giving her a sidelong glance. A smirk crept up the side of his mouth. "The look is good though. Just a bit softer on the eyes, you'd be a bit more convincing."
Jackie narrowed them instead. They were sitting in Jane's car outside the Psych office. "You've come this far, at least you could say hi."
"Why should I? I've got nothing to say to him...nothing he'd want to hear or you for that matter. I thought he was family."
"He is! It's just..." Jackie threw her arms up, a bit exasperated. "I don't know, I just thought it would be nice if the two psychic..."
Jane put up a warning finger with a look.
"...my two 'pretend' psychic friends could meet and say hi and get along. Is that so much to ask?"
"Yes, yes it is. What he does isn't police work, he does it just for fun."
"So do you."
That actually Jane couldn't deny. Jackie opened the door and hopped out of the car. "Are you coming? It's not like he's gonna bite. Unless, y'know....you're afraid." Her turn to smirk, she did indeed play a very cheap card but she figured it would be worth it in the end. Jane scoffed, "Afraid? That's rich, even if it was your last ditch effort." He sighed, looking from the bright green sign to Jackie and back. Finally, he unbuckled his seatbelt, pointing at her. "You asked for this, remember that."
Jackie was too busy congratulating herself to care, grinning happily as she and Jane walked up to the office and knocked on the door.
Gus was the one to open the door. It was at this point the plan started to fall apart. There was a look of brief terror over Gus' features when he saw Jane that Jackie didn't quite catch in time. "Hey, Gus, what's..."
SLAM! The door shut quickly in their faces. "....up?"
They both stood there for a second.
"Does that happen often?" Jane asked, looking a bit confused.
"Sorry, sometimes they're a bit....weird." Jackie knocked again, a bit more forcefully. "Gus, come on, open the door!"
*************
"It's HIM!" Gus was doing a stage whisper at Shawn as he crouched behind the closed door. Shawn looked over from his seat at his desk, his feet causually up over his keyboard and desk trinkets. "Him? Him who? Gus, what's gotten into you? Is there a zombie at the door? Cause if there is, you know we're gonna regret not getting those air rifles when I said we should have."
Gus practically crawled over. "You know HIM! That guy, the tv psychic."
"Ha, you're imagining things, Gus. Why would Patrick Jane even come here, he's not even..." Jackie's voice floated in from outside. "Gus, let us in, this is silly."
Shawn's feet came off his desk and he was at the window like a shot, peering through the blinds. "...she didn't..." Those wavy curls and gray three piece suit were unmistakable. Shawn turned, backed against the blinds as if that would keep them out better. "Oh Mylanta, it IS him!"
Gus had managed to get up off the floor and was frantically looking around the office for a way out. "What do we do?! What do we do?!"
Shawn thought for a second. "...don't open the door?"
"Shawn!"
"Well, they'll have to leave sometime. We'll be no worse for wear."
"But Jackie's with him, you're just gonna leave her out there too?"
"Me? You're the one who slammed the door in their faces!"
Their argument is brought to an abrupt halt, both of them jump sky high as Jackie bangs on the glass behind Shawn, glaring. Her voice is a bit muffled by the glass. "Hi, Shawn. Open the door."
Shawn wheels on her, "Jackie, I am shocked, SHOCKED that you would bring the enemy here."
"He is not! He's a good friend and I thought you two would like to meet each other. Why you gotta make this difficult?" Jackie put her hands on her hips.
Shawn gasps, his face sorrowful. "Oh Jackie, he didn't...he's put you up to this, hasn't he? With his jedi mind tricks. Com'n Jackie, don't be like that, don't go to the dark side! Come back to us!"
Jackie gives him a look, her arms folded. "Really? Star Wars? You're going with that?"
"Why not?" Jane remarks as he's strolling into the room. "Sounded like a well used reference to me." Both of the boys react with a pretty girlish sounding scream at his sudden entrance. Jane takes a step back hesitantly at their reaction. "Have they had their shots?" he asks Jackie, who's still on the other side of the glass. She's just as surprised that he's inside already, pointing at him. "How did you...? Never mind. Gus let me in." She walks away from the window and a few seconds later, Gus is letting her in through the door.
Part 1 of who-knows-where-this-is-going....written with much love for dial_a_psychic and clearlythatsme