A Little Different
Feb. 12th, 2011 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: The Mentalist
Summary: "Okay, our intruder just took three rounds to the back without falling over. What the hell?"
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing
Excuse me while I giggle in the corner. XDDD
Genre: General/humour/maybe crack? I don't know?
Word count: 267
Status: Complete
"Okay," Lisbon said, holstering her gun, disbelief written clearly over her face, "our intruder just took three rounds to the back without falling over. What the hell?"
Yes, that was a bit of a conundrum, wasn't it? Patrick stared down the garden where the intruder had ran past him and vaulted the fence.
"What?" Lisbon had an eyebrow raised, a hand on her hip.
"Interesting," he murmured, turning to her fully. "Tell me, how would you describe him?"
Looking up at the sky, Lisbon said, "Uh, about six foot, Caucasian, short hair, like a crew cut, a bit of a stubble, no visible tattoos."
"Hmm. His skin?"
The eyebrow quirked up again. "Caucasian."
"You don't think it looked a little... paler than what it should be?" He indicated his face with a twirl of fingers for added emphasis.
"No?" She shook her head and put a palm to her forehead. "Jane, what're you getting at?"
"So, he didn't look familiar to you...?"
He got a flat stare for that. "Tell me, Jane. Now."
"Well, the rumpled state of his clothing would suggest that he didn't have a readily available set of clothes near him at the time-"
"So what? He just hasn't done his-"
"Ah ah ah," Patrick said, waving a hand. She closed her mouth, lips pursed. "That may be so, but the jewellery? The rings, the watch, the heavy necklace with the knot...?"
He could see her piece it all together. Lisbon glanced down the garden and then back to him, opening and closing her mouth. Eventually, she was able to say something.
"That was our dead guy?"
Summary: "Okay, our intruder just took three rounds to the back without falling over. What the hell?"
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing
Excuse me while I giggle in the corner. XDDD
Genre: General/humour/maybe crack? I don't know?
Word count: 267
Status: Complete
"Okay," Lisbon said, holstering her gun, disbelief written clearly over her face, "our intruder just took three rounds to the back without falling over. What the hell?"
Yes, that was a bit of a conundrum, wasn't it? Patrick stared down the garden where the intruder had ran past him and vaulted the fence.
"What?" Lisbon had an eyebrow raised, a hand on her hip.
"Interesting," he murmured, turning to her fully. "Tell me, how would you describe him?"
Looking up at the sky, Lisbon said, "Uh, about six foot, Caucasian, short hair, like a crew cut, a bit of a stubble, no visible tattoos."
"Hmm. His skin?"
The eyebrow quirked up again. "Caucasian."
"You don't think it looked a little... paler than what it should be?" He indicated his face with a twirl of fingers for added emphasis.
"No?" She shook her head and put a palm to her forehead. "Jane, what're you getting at?"
"So, he didn't look familiar to you...?"
He got a flat stare for that. "Tell me, Jane. Now."
"Well, the rumpled state of his clothing would suggest that he didn't have a readily available set of clothes near him at the time-"
"So what? He just hasn't done his-"
"Ah ah ah," Patrick said, waving a hand. She closed her mouth, lips pursed. "That may be so, but the jewellery? The rings, the watch, the heavy necklace with the knot...?"
He could see her piece it all together. Lisbon glanced down the garden and then back to him, opening and closing her mouth. Eventually, she was able to say something.
"That was our dead guy?"