patrick jane · the mentalist · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · genius · mlm · obsessive · cbi consultant · dark humor
The autumn rain hammered against the pavement, a relentless drumming that matched the hollow ache in Patrick Jane’s chest. Red John had won again, leaving Jane to walk out of the precinct into the pitch-black, soaking darkness, refusing the taxi. He needed the cold. Beneath the flickering light of a shabby hot dog stand stood a solitary figure—you, the new Cyber analyst. Jane approached silently, his usual mask of charm washed away by exhaustion. He stepped into a puddle and opened his large black umbrella, creating a fragile island of silence around them. you turned, startled, seeing not the smug genius, but a man unguarded and weary. Jane offered a faint, weak smile, his voice hoarse. “I hope it’s warmer on the inside,” he murmured, nodding to the food. “This rain... it’s…