fic: (Ment) Rainbow Tales - Part 3
Part One - Red
Part Two - Orange
YELLOW - Questionable Fashion Sense
It was all they were talking about this Monday morning. And the rest of the day. In every free minute, every time anyone new was around, every time anyone came along who could give some fresh ideas to their discussion, work was forgotten. And the gossip was on.
It wasn't only the team, or the floor. No, the whole CBI was wondering and speculating. Yet no one seemed to be able to come up with a satisfying and logic explanation.
It was like this the whole day. Even when the team was not in the headquarters, but working on a new case, visiting the crime scene and questioning suspects and eye-witnesses, there still was no other topic, nothing else that seemed to interest the agents and other employees than that one thing.
After all, it was about Patrick Jane - and if no one else, the consultant who was part of Teresa Lisbon's team was known by everyone. That alone was reason enough to talk about what had suddenly changed about him. Before the weekend, on Friday, everything still had been normal. Or, maybe not normal, not exactly the right word when it was about Jane, but at least it had been as usual as they all knew it.
But on this one certain Monday morning, it was like the world had turned upside down.
Lisbon's three agents sat together and whispered conspirationally, while their boss ignored all the trouble completely. Only from time to time she admonished Rigsby, Van Pelt and Cho that they'd work to do. It didn't keep them long from resuming their speculating.
It was late afternoon when they finally decided that they simply had to ask what all this was about. Another fifteen minutes of discussion ended in pulling straws. Or matches, for that matter. A game which, of course, Rigsby lost.
"Um... Jane?" The agent coughed slightly when he approached the consultant who lay on his couch in the evening sun.
"Mhh," was all he got as an answer from the man with closed eyes who seemed to be half asleep - though experience had taught them that Patrick Jane was, however he appeared, always fully awake and had his mind sharpened.
"Why... uh... well... why are you wearing... yellow socks?"
Jane cracked one eye open and began to grin. But he didn't answer yet; instead he sat up and shot a look in the direction of Lisbon's office, making sure her door was open and she would hear his answer. When her eyes met his, and he saw that tiny sparkle in them, he turned back to Rigsby and the rest of the team.
"It were the only ones my size Lisbon could spare this morning."
END
Part Two - Orange
YELLOW - Questionable Fashion Sense
It was all they were talking about this Monday morning. And the rest of the day. In every free minute, every time anyone new was around, every time anyone came along who could give some fresh ideas to their discussion, work was forgotten. And the gossip was on.
It wasn't only the team, or the floor. No, the whole CBI was wondering and speculating. Yet no one seemed to be able to come up with a satisfying and logic explanation.
It was like this the whole day. Even when the team was not in the headquarters, but working on a new case, visiting the crime scene and questioning suspects and eye-witnesses, there still was no other topic, nothing else that seemed to interest the agents and other employees than that one thing.
After all, it was about Patrick Jane - and if no one else, the consultant who was part of Teresa Lisbon's team was known by everyone. That alone was reason enough to talk about what had suddenly changed about him. Before the weekend, on Friday, everything still had been normal. Or, maybe not normal, not exactly the right word when it was about Jane, but at least it had been as usual as they all knew it.
But on this one certain Monday morning, it was like the world had turned upside down.
Lisbon's three agents sat together and whispered conspirationally, while their boss ignored all the trouble completely. Only from time to time she admonished Rigsby, Van Pelt and Cho that they'd work to do. It didn't keep them long from resuming their speculating.
It was late afternoon when they finally decided that they simply had to ask what all this was about. Another fifteen minutes of discussion ended in pulling straws. Or matches, for that matter. A game which, of course, Rigsby lost.
"Um... Jane?" The agent coughed slightly when he approached the consultant who lay on his couch in the evening sun.
"Mhh," was all he got as an answer from the man with closed eyes who seemed to be half asleep - though experience had taught them that Patrick Jane was, however he appeared, always fully awake and had his mind sharpened.
"Why... uh... well... why are you wearing... yellow socks?"
Jane cracked one eye open and began to grin. But he didn't answer yet; instead he sat up and shot a look in the direction of Lisbon's office, making sure her door was open and she would hear his answer. When her eyes met his, and he saw that tiny sparkle in them, he turned back to Rigsby and the rest of the team.
"It were the only ones my size Lisbon could spare this morning."
END