Wraps Em's Birthday present: Hannah unstuck a third piece of Sellotape from her chin, carefully placing it evenly over the final corner needing stuck down. She unwound a little more string than was necessary and bound it up with a neat bow.
Title: A Fairytale: Shut Up, Sir Patrick
Summary: Jane's telling a story. [little longer than a] DRABBLE.
Warning: Strong language in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: No claim over The Mentalist, Rach is Tiva4evaxxx (HAPPY BIRTHDAY) and OutCold's (Hayley you are fucking useless, learn the bloody name)
Once upon a time, in a land, not so far from here, a brave warrior named Sir Patrick of Lisbon rode through the grasses, a hurricane his sword glancing in the sun as he fought the foes that ravaged the country, fighting, fighting like a... a... a...wait, I'll get it-
"Shut up, Jane."
There was a sharp intake of breath from the corner indicating a disguised laugh. Patrick's head snapped round and smiled with narrowed eyes as he looked at the dark headed woman at the door, then at his daughter, and back at Lisbon again.
Settling on his daughter he remarked, "Rach, you spend too much time with your mother."
The little girl looked positively delighted at the idea. Lisbon smirked at Patrick, her eyes dancing with mischief.
And they all lived happily ever after...