Red Raging Rapids (Sequel)

So, here we go! I was kinda sad when I logged on, because I'm so used to adding a chapter to my big long book. Oh well, it's time to start the next one!! Here's the official first chapter of Raging Red Rapids!

(I should really stop with these author's notes.)

Disclaimer: If I owned the mentalist, I would have made the season 6 premier come on tonight! (aka. September 22)

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Lisbon's P.O.V.

It's been at least a month. A month of Jane obsessing over that teacup. I mean, I thought he liked tea before, but this is ridiculous! I laugh out loud at my pathetic attempt at a joke, invoking stares from the other agents in the kitchenette. I sip my coffee, silently wondering why I'm so cheery. Well, actually I know why I'm happy, but I shouldn't be. Jane hasn't been totally shut away. He'll come and visit me, everyday. He know's I don't like it when he's shut away, but this time he's doing something about it. This should affect me as much as it does, but oh well. I'm getting a visit from Jane soon. That's another reason why I feel happy. Not because of the fact that I've fully accepted that I may or may not have feelings for Jane, but the fact that I can hide it so well. I know that I shouldn't lov-like. Like. Not love. Like. I shouldn't like Jane, mostly because he doesn't like me back, not to mention the 30 other reasons. Yes, I have made a list.

I march to my office as usual. Jane normally comes from 2 to about 4. He should be here any minute. I decide to do paperwork while I wait, so I can get it over with. I glance down at the sheet. It mentions Jane's name, and a few other choice words. No surprises there. Oh, I just realized. My life kinda circles around my job, which circles around Jane. Thus, my life circles around Jane. How sad is that? Recently, I have become a butterfly. A freaking butterfly, who blushes and giggles and crap. What I need is a good trip to the firing range. Nothing like blowing a paper guy's head off to kill the warm, happy feelings inside of you, which is exactly what i need. You are allowed to actually check out of work to go to the firing range. I start to get up, but then I remember. Meeting with Jane. I wait in silence for a little while longer. Suddenly, the phone rings, making me jump. I grab, it quickly "Lisbon."

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"Hey, we've got a body. Anyone seen Jane?" I announce to my team, all lazily posed in the bullpen. They look up.

"Uh, no we haven't seen Jane. At all. He comes down for you, Lisbon, just for you," Van Pelt smiles. The others nod. They've been acting this way for over a month, and I'm sure Jane knows why, but of course he won't tell me. Reason number 31 why we should be together. Shouldn't. Shouldn't be together.

"Well. I'll go check his attic." I head away, clomping up the stairs.  I reach the heavy metal door, knocking on it hard. "Jane? You there? We've got a case, and believe it or not, you work here, too!"

"Lisbon, I'm busy. I think....I think I've found a crack in the teacup scheme!!!!"

Sure, like the other million times you found a crack in the case. "My butt has a crack it, that doesn't make it anymore likely to burst open. Get out here now!!"

He opens the door with a beaming, yet astonished face, holding back laughter. "That's the best thing you've ever said. Just for that, I'm coming with you."

 "I don't know if I should be happy or worried," I mumble. He walks past me, taking lead. I rush to get ahead of him. He suddenly jumps in front of me. We race like this down the whole stairs, but I bust ahead, and hit the button for the elevator. "I win."

"It wasn't a race."

"You only say that because you lost." I counter. We patiently wait for the elevator. The others are in the parking lot. The doors quietly slide open, and I step in with him behind me.