Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist, any of its characters and I make absolutely no money from this
Author's Note: A new story? I must be insane! The answer to that is probably. Anyway I wrote this awhile ago so its not that great but I wanted to something new to celebrate the season 3 premiere so here you are!
Lisbon lay sprawled on her bed, sleeping reasonably peacefully in the darkness of the early hours of the morning before her phone rang out and sleepily she went to grab it.
"Lisbon?" she grumbled trying not to yawn as she tried to blink herself awake slightly more.
"Ever heard the magpie song?" a voice asked on the other end of the line.
"Err… What?" Lisbon mumbled scowling.
"One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told," the stranger told her calmly, "its all in the song Agent Lisbon."
"I don't know who you are but you can't go around waking people up in the middle of the night to sing them nursery rhymes!" she yelled down the receiver angrily before hanging up and flopping back onto her bed.
Assuming it was just some stupid kids she closed her eyes and attempted to fall back asleep but was again distracted by the phone ringing, furiously she grabbed it.
"What did I just say?" Lisbon snapped down the phone, "leave me the hell alone or so I help me I will find you and throw your ass in jail!"
"Is that really any way to speak to your boss?" responded Hightower and Lisbon instantly felt her cheeks blushing in the darkness.
"I am so sorry… I didn't mean you… I thought you were someone else," Lisbon apologized stumbling over the words, "won't happen again."
"I'm sure, now get up you have a case," Hightower told her and preceded to give her the address, "the girl's the AG's niece so I'll expect an update later on this morning."
"Yes boss, " Lisbon agreed hanging up, asking to wait till later seemed pretty stupid if she wanted to keep her job.
Silently cursing her mistake she glanced at the clock reading 4:43am and sighed before dragging herself into the shower which she hoped would wake her up a bit more. Feeling slightly better she dressed and called the rest of her team to meet her at the address.
The drive was relatively boring before she pulled up outside the grand house, by now at least the sun was rising and its bright beams illuminated patches of darkness. It did little to improve her mood and her embarrassing mistake with Hightower. Her thoughts were interrupted by her cell ringing, which she answered readily.
"Feeling less grouchy now the sun has risen?" asked a stranger's voice, Lisbon scowled when she recognized it as the crank caller, "I only want to wish you luck solving the case Agent Lisbon."
"Bite me!" she snapped instantly hanging up on him, "stupid idiotic kids bothering…"
Her sentence trailed off when she realized what he'd actually said. How had he known she was on a case? How had he even known her name? She didn't know but she suddenly had a really bad feeling about this case.
Entering the building she noticed what she assumed was the victim's family, a middle-aged man was attempting to comfort a sobbing woman while a teenage girl was talking to three younger children, all of them looked sad and there eyes were red from crying. Shaking her head sadly she found her way to the front room where the victim lay, identical to the teenage girl.
Except this one was dead, her eyes were closed and she would have looked just like she was sleeping if not for the object protruding from her neck. It looked like an arrow shaft, which was weird enough, and had a black and white feather tied to the end of it. Her body was left sitting on the floor leaning against the wall with streams of blood running down from the wound.
"Look at her neck," pointed out Jane's voice and she spun immediately to see he had come up beside her, "looks like the killer tore off something from around her neck."
"Is that an arrow sticking out of her neck?" questioned Cho coming up beside Jane.
"Yep," confirmed Jane, "unusual murder weapon."
"What's the victim's name?" Lisbon asked.
"Myra Teresa Grant, aged 17," Cho answered, "wanna talk to the victim's family?"
"Yeah, and where are Rigsby and Van Pelt?" Lisbon replied still wondering if this had something to do with that mysterious crank caller.
"Not here yet. Want me to call them?" Cho asked in his usual deadpan manner.
"Yeah and tell them to go straight to the CBI, look into the victim's background stuff like that," Lisbon commanded to which he nodded and moved away to make the calls, she spied Jane over by the body sniffing it, "what are you doing?"
"Smell her mouth, " Jane offered to which Lisbon merely scowled, "it smells like chloroform."
"Interesting," Lisbon mused tiredly strolling back out into the corridor with the victim's family, "now come, we gotta talk to the victim's family. We're with the CBI, we need to ask you some questions."
"Okay," agreed the man wiping his eyes, "what do you want to know?"
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"Last night," he sniffed, "she wanted to go to bed early because of the swim meet tomorrow, she said goodnight to us around 11 and that was the last time we ever saw her."
"Who found her?" asked Jane curiously.
"I did," offered the victim's twin tearfully, Mary.
"Why did you come downstairs in the middle of the night?" he pressed.
"My alarm went off early for some reason and when I woke up there was a note saying to," Mary answered and a nearby officer showed them an evidence bag with a note reading: GO DOWNSTAIRS. NOW.
"Nothing unusual?" Jane wondered aloud and the family all shook their heads.
"Did you ever hear the magpie song?" Lisbon asked abruptly gaining weird looks from everyone, including Jane.
"Like the nursery rhyme?" said the smallest boy.
"What does that have to do with anything?" demanded Mary.
"Never mind, thank you for your time," Lisbon told them quickly scuttling away outside, she let out a sigh before her phone rang again, "what?"
"One for sorrow," stated the stranger calmly.
"Who are you? Did you kill Myra?" Lisbon questioned worriedly but was answered only by a slight laugh, "what do you want?"
"Its all in the song Agent Lisbon, " he repeated his earlier phrase, "seven for a secret never to be told…"