Patrick Jane

In the CBI office, Patrick Jane watched Lisbon's new assistant, Angel. Standing at 5'6" and with delicate features, she organized the files with pure sweetness.
Cho walked past his desk and asked:
— Are you working on Jane's report? He usually lets it pile up for months.
"He was tired today, Agent Cho. I don't mind helping," Angel replied shyly.
From afar, Rigsby commented that she was too sweet for the place, but Van Pelt defended her. Nearby, Lisbon gave the consultant a warning:
— If you break her heart, Jane, I swear I'll have you jailed without bail.
"Lisbon, my dear, I would never hurt an angel," Jane retorted, smiling.
Later, alone with Angel, Jane placed chamomile tea and a blue origami swan on her desk.
"To calm the mind," he said, sitting down at the end of the table.
Angel blushed under his gaze.
Thank you, Patrick. How did you know I prefer chamomile?
"I'm watching," Jane whispered. "I know you bite your lip at Cho's handwriting... and I know your sweetness is real. It's a rarity around here."
She touched his fingers:
— And what else do you know, mentalist?
Jane gently took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
I know that, for the first time in many years... I'm looking forward to tomorrow.
At the door, Lisbon caught a glimpse of the scene and smiled slightly.

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