Red Raging Rapids (Sequel)

Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist, which is why I write fanfiction. LOGIC.

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Cho's P.O.V. 

I listen as Jane finishes his announcement. "Therefore, there's only three people we need to talk to. Only those three neighbors saw something."

"Macy Landon, Tristan Flood and Grant McKlanden?" Rigsby asks, "They didn't seem any different than the rest of suburbia."

"They all were clearly nervous about something. Some more than others. In fact, I bet one of them is just scared. The rest, however...." Jane trails off. 

"Okay, I'll call all of them and set something up, but our priority here is the Garcia case." Lisbon reminds us. "I want Jane to go with Cho back to Dr. Garcia's office."

I nod and get up, the troublesome consultant right behind me. I would have complained, but I know Lisbon doesn't trust Jane to go by himself. Seriously, who would? I get into the elevator. He soon follows, hitting our floor. 

"So, Cho. I know, and I know you know I know. So why pretend?" He asks curiously.

"That's not vague at all." I mutter.

"This little game you're playing. With Risgby and Van Pelt. Pretty obvious." He chirps.

"Hm." I grunt, not replying. He just smirks. The doors open, and we head out, quickly reaching the cold parking lot. The sky is a smoky gray, and the trees are growing sparser, their gold, orange, crimson leaves are falling, leaving the trees to look bare and small. So, Jane knows that were trying to set him and Lisbon up? That guarrantees that I will no longer take part. Should I tell Rigsby and Van Pelt about it? No. Let them figure it out themselves. We reach the car, and I take the front seat.

"Shotgun," Jane yells, then grins.

"There's only two people in the car." I monotone.

 "I know, but I wanted to see what would happen if I yelled shotgun in a building full of police," He explains.

"We're in a parking lot." I state.

"Same thing." He says, getting in the passenger side. I drive away, heading towards the highway. The drive is somewhat quiet, except for random comments from Jane. Most of which, I ignored.

We pull through the front gate of Northern Coastal, heading between the student-filled buildings. The crisp autumn air tosses the browning leaves on several sycamore trees scattered across the campus. There were brick paths leading into other parts of the university that are invisible from the road. It's really nice university, minus the gloomy atmosphere that the gray, darkening sky brings. I pull up outside a silver building, and step out of the car, with Jane beside me.  He pushes open the door, and walk inside the mulling crowd of professors, clad in slacks, skirts, and button down shirts. 

"Sir, do you know were we can find the head of the psychology department?" I ask, opening the familiar leather outside of my badge.

The man's eyes widen, glancing at the badge. I blink, waiting. He snaps out of it.  "Oh, the physiology building is a few roads down, on Whitman Oak parkway."

"Thanks." I head back towards the doors.

"Can't we stay here, it's kinda cold," Jane complains.

"I'm not Lisbon, don't pester me." I state.

"Touche," He laughs, gazing out the big window. Then, he follows me to the door. 

We drive to the physiology building. It's surprising how big this campus is. I see the sign and pull into a nearby lot. We get out of the black car again, and march in through doors similar to the ones in the building. Three steps in I freeze. I just walked into a psychology building with Patrick Jane. This should be interesting.

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Don't worry, next chapter will be a continuation of this one! So, you like? Dislike? Either way, PLEASE COMMENT VOTE AND FOLLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By the way, Northern Coastal college is an actual college. The rest is fiction, including the description. 

-Razzl3