Drowning Darkness
Title: Drowning Darkness
Fandom: The Mentalist
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, mentions of Red John
Rating: PG
Words: 396
Summary: Lisbon doesn't realize just how much she misses him until she closes her first case without him.
Warnings: Set between 4x23 and 4x24.
Teresa Lisbon sits on her desk, staring at the paperwork before her, patiently waiting to be filled. A drag that came along with the job, but a minor detail to do what she loves. She sees Van Pelt wave at her as she passes by her office, on her way to the elevator. Cho and Rigsby had already left before her, as Grace still had some stuff to take care of, just like she did.
It was a big case; teenage girl found murdered on an abandoned warehouse, evidence pointed to the boyfriend, yet the way she was ruthlessly killed indicated a professional, which led the CBI to the real killer, her abusive father. Well, truth be told, it wasn't exactly that big, or that hard to crack either. It was just the first case they had solved since Jane left the unit.
Lisbon sits back on her chair, imagining Jane resting comfortably on her couch (with a cup of tea, perhaps) commenting about how he was right all along about the father of the victim. Then perhaps she would shut him up with a snarky remark, countered by another, and another, and it'd go on for a long time until they grew bored of it, or forgot the original discussion. He would then leave, leaving all the paperwork to her, in order to work on Red John.
Red John... she found herself reflecting upon just how much he hated that man. And it wasn't just because he was a vicious serial killer, and the responsable for the Jane family tragedy (although that wasn't exactly something that didn't ignite the hate flame), it was because of what he was doing right now...
"Jane, where are you?" Lisbon wonders aloud with a sigh.
Patrick would never see it, she knew that. But this was exactly what Red John wanted, to sink him in this gigantic pool his obsession with him had become. And once he was in, it was easy for him to drown him, take him down to dark places he would never return from.
Red John messed with his mind and it was destroying him, tearing him apart, filling him with darkness. He could deny it all he wanted, but it was the truth; if it wasn't, he'd still be there, closing cases, drinking his tea, sleeping on the couch, where he belonged.
With her.
Fandom: The Mentalist
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, mentions of Red John
Rating: PG
Words: 396
Summary: Lisbon doesn't realize just how much she misses him until she closes her first case without him.
Warnings: Set between 4x23 and 4x24.
Teresa Lisbon sits on her desk, staring at the paperwork before her, patiently waiting to be filled. A drag that came along with the job, but a minor detail to do what she loves. She sees Van Pelt wave at her as she passes by her office, on her way to the elevator. Cho and Rigsby had already left before her, as Grace still had some stuff to take care of, just like she did.
It was a big case; teenage girl found murdered on an abandoned warehouse, evidence pointed to the boyfriend, yet the way she was ruthlessly killed indicated a professional, which led the CBI to the real killer, her abusive father. Well, truth be told, it wasn't exactly that big, or that hard to crack either. It was just the first case they had solved since Jane left the unit.
Lisbon sits back on her chair, imagining Jane resting comfortably on her couch (with a cup of tea, perhaps) commenting about how he was right all along about the father of the victim. Then perhaps she would shut him up with a snarky remark, countered by another, and another, and it'd go on for a long time until they grew bored of it, or forgot the original discussion. He would then leave, leaving all the paperwork to her, in order to work on Red John.
Red John... she found herself reflecting upon just how much he hated that man. And it wasn't just because he was a vicious serial killer, and the responsable for the Jane family tragedy (although that wasn't exactly something that didn't ignite the hate flame), it was because of what he was doing right now...
"Jane, where are you?" Lisbon wonders aloud with a sigh.
Patrick would never see it, she knew that. But this was exactly what Red John wanted, to sink him in this gigantic pool his obsession with him had become. And once he was in, it was easy for him to drown him, take him down to dark places he would never return from.
Red John messed with his mind and it was destroying him, tearing him apart, filling him with darkness. He could deny it all he wanted, but it was the truth; if it wasn't, he'd still be there, closing cases, drinking his tea, sleeping on the couch, where he belonged.
With her.