#van pelt x rigsby

[tmsource]

blue bird countdown -`♡´- ↳ [29/100] days of Jane and Lisbon

requested by anonymous

+ bonus:

[profwonderbearthementalista]

Mentalist Trivia - Improvised Scenes

For @katebeckets and @whydoyouhavetobefictional.

All the improvised scenes (that I know about) in the show. If you know anymore, please let me know. If I remember any more, I will add them to the list.

ADDED 1x03 - Lisbon's fall down the steps was scripted but the show used the one take when Robin Tunney actually fell

1x14 - 'There's no business like Cho business' is an adlib from Simon Baker

S1 - the conversation between Wayne and Grace about carrots and the bloopers of this scene is hilarious.

ADDED 4x03 - all the Jisbon banter was improvised in this episode by Robin and Simon including the famous 'I'll save you a seat by the fire. Oh I'm not going there' convo

5x02 - when Charlotte (Dove Cameron) rolls her eyes at Jane (Simon) and he says don't roll your eyes at me

5x04 - Jane's handshake with the mob boss

EDIT 5x14 - the poker scene that was gifed by @tmsource and @katebeckets. Robin dealt those cards to Simon on their second take and Jimmy Gadd (our lovely editor) decided to use the scene in the show.

EDIT 5x21 - when Robin hits Simon on the arm as she's driving when he says he hoped she learned from her anger management classes. Her smile immediately afterwards is Robin's reaction to getting away with the hit. Jimmy Gadd kept this scene in as he wanted to show how close the actors and the characters were.

ADDED 5x22 - Robin had a hand injury which is why she is wearing a cast on her wrist so the dialogue between her and Simon about it was improvised.

ADDED 6x22 - according to a tweet by Emily Swallow, Simon actually hurt his ankle when filming the airport scene so Jane limping and sitting with his leg propped up is not scripted!

7x05 - the final scene when Jisbon are talking about their future plans. You can tell as Simon's accent slips into Aussie and he directed the episode so kept it in.

7x13 - the crazy dancing of the cast was scripted but the selfie between Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt was an improv.

ADDED 7x13 - most of the party filmed after the wedding was the cast's actual wrap party so a lot of the moments between Van Pelt, Rigsby, Abbott, Cho and Wylie are actually the actor's geniune reactions.

ADDED 7x13 - the triple kiss between Jane and Lisbon was an improv according to a tweet by Robin Tunney as she stated she had 'never seen a lip wipe in a script'.

@magicandmaybe, @backgroundagent3, @feministjane, @lightningzombie and @adder24

@catnuns, @jisbonsaga, @renegadesstuff, @21-roses-a-day

[feministjane]

Decided to be brave and post my first Mentalist fic 🫣

[renegadesstuff]

TV SHOWS' ANNIVERSARY 🩷

THE MENTALIST (2008 - 2015)

SIXTEEN YEARS OF THE MENTALIST 🤍

[badadboombadabing26]

Keeping it short and sweet this time ❤️

[sab-carpenters]

THE MENTALIST 3.21 LIKE A REDHEADED STEPCHILD

[incorrect-multiverse]

*AU where Jisbon’s already a thing, probably*

Cho: Come on Lisbon, the math thing isn’t the problem. Night shift’s keeping you and Jane apart. You two just need to bone.

Rigsby *chuckles nervously*

Lisbon: What did you say?

Grace *nervously*: Don’t say it again.

Cho: I said you two need to bone.

Rigsby *whimpers*

Lisbon *inhales deeply*: How DARE you, Agent Cho. I am your SUPERIOR OFFICER!

Lisbon, shouting, five minutes later: BONE!

Lisbon, sternly, ten minutes later: What happens in my bedroom, Agent, is none of your business.

Lisbon, shouting, twenty-one minutes later: Bone?!

[emilysbader]

THE MENTALIST - 2.18, ‘Aingavite Baa’

I love you. I do. But I think I love the job more.

[enbyjane]

The Mentalist & Mary Oliver poems

Excerpt from "Dogfish" Little Crazy Love Song Mornings at Blackwater Excerpt from "In Blackwater Woods" The Uses of Sorrow I Go Down To the Shore A Voice From I Don't Know Where

[humanvanillabean]

Mentalist

I love this show but omfg seasons 4 and 5 are killing me I feel like the whole Red John thing is dragging on... they should have made Patrick Red John like they originally intended. And I feel terrible but he's starting to get kind of annoying now where he's just being stupid and causing problems for funsies. I also didn't really like Grace and thought she would grow as a character but it seems like they keep repeating cliches I mean dating a killer...twice??? I get it once when she was naive but they should've done something different with O'Laughlin. Does it get better?

[tmsource]

RIGSBY & VAN PELT The Mentalist 2.05 | Red Scare

[profwonderbearthementalista]

Day 7 of #15yearsofmentalist challenge - Free Choice - The Cast

Happy 15th anniversary to The Mentalist (23rd September 2008)! This show would not be as good as it is without its amazing cast and crew! Here are some collages made by me to celebrate their talent!

@tmsource

[too-many-baes]

The Man That Stole Christmas

So this is my contribution to #tmsecretsanta2022 and I am gifting to @lizzybennets so a very Merry (belated) Christmas to you❤️ I wrote what came to mind so I hope you like it (even though it is on the angsty side)🎄

December 23rd, two days before Christmas. Most people were already at home with their families. Some might be making eggnog with a grin on their faces. Others might desperately be trying to keep the children away from the gifts under the tree for two more nights.

For the CIA it was just a regular night. Crime didn’t stop just because it was Christmas, so neither did they.

“So.” Jane said from his position staring up at the ceiling from the couch, using the word as if it were a complete sentence in and of itself. “Who’s getting coal in their stocking?” Although not particularly unfunny of a statement it still failed to pull any laughs from the group as their heads remained on their work.

“Well”, eventually split the silence, the crew one by one turning their heads to look at the source of the sound, “no coal. The opposite really. Craig is spending Christmas with me and my family this year.”

“That’s nice.”

“That’s quick.” Agents Cho and Rigby’s answers, while in unison, could not have been any more different in tone. Choosing to focus on the positivity Grace responded to Kimball as if he had been the only one to answer.

“It is. My parents can’t wait to have him over.”

“They’ve met then?” Grace nodded at Kimballs question.

“Just the once.” A not uncomfortable silence filled the room as one by one heads turned back to their desks.

“That’s quick.” Rigby’s repetition came too late to sound natural and completely lacked the nonchalance and ease he had intended. He sounded jealous and bitter, and he hated that his tone had so easily betrayed how he felt.

It was no secret to his team now that he hadn’t exactly had a happy childhood growing up. Having a father involved with a gang sounded exactly as unpleasant on a growing boy as it was, and as much as he usually tried to be chipper and happy, he had no problems admitting he was a complete and total grinch.

Christmas had never been made a big deal of in his household, it was like any other day where Wayne wished that his father would stay out as long as possible so he and his mother could enjoy the calm he left behind while they could. There was no tree, no gifts, no cookies baking in an oven while a hallmark movie played in the next room. Christmas was miserable. Until Wayne met Grace.

The first year she had joined the team and Christmas had rolled around he had been ready and prepared to be his usual self, no holiday cheer, no participating in office secret santas, and definitely no Christmas parties. Grace had had enough excitement and joy for the both of them and he couldn’t help it. For the first time ever he had joined in on secret santa, getting a new mug for Jane and receiving a tie from Cho. He smiled when he heard Grace humming along to Michael Buble and eagerly listened as she told him how she would be going to midnight mass with her family, as she always did, before having a sleep in and doing presents when everybody woke up.

The second year Grace was on the team they had not long started dating, so it was too soon to spend a Christmas with the Van Pelt’s, however much he had wanted to say yes when Grace had invited him. It would be too much, too soon. Next year, he had thought to himself. Next year maybe he’ll finally have a happy Christmas and he could hang up the grinch outfit he wore like a shield for once.

Well, this was year three, and it couldn’t have turned out any more different than what he had imagined. Instead of complimenting Mrs. Van Pelt on her ham while he and Mr. Van Pelt shared a whiskey he was having to sit in his office with his co-workers and listen to the love of his life excitedly share her Christmas plans as if she didn’t realise that it was supposed to be with him, not somebody else. It felt wrong, and it hurt Wayne more than a little that it seemed Grace hadn’t batted an eyelash that she was giving his Christmas to another man.

“I guess it is a bit quick.” Grace relented, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that Wayne wished he could fish back out and twirl around his finger like he used to.

“No,” Wayne started to backstep, guilty that he had brought her mood down, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes you did.” She responded without missing a beat. Because of course he had meant it like that, how else could you mean it. “But it’s okay.” He opened his mouth to apologise but a knock at the doorway had him snapping his mouth shut.

“Craig.” Grace beamed, jumping out of her seat and hustling to him so she could be wrapped in the embrace he immediately offered. “You’re early.”

“I know,” he punctuated with a kiss to her forehead that had Wayne’s nose wrinkling involuntarily, “but I figured I’d see what the chances would be of you sneaking off early.” She murmured that she’d check before she scurried off and knocked on Lisbon’s door, quickly entering when she was given the okay.

The group all exchanged merry Christmas’s back and forth, the pleasantries stopping when it was clearly Wayne’s turn. Try as he might to swallow his pride and utter the easy two words everybody else had said he couldn’t bring himself. How was he was supposed to wish joy to the man who’d stolen his Christmas? He offered a tight-lipped smile and a curt nod and was let off the hook from anything more as Grace hurried back over, excitedly exclaiming that she could go. With every item Grace packed away he could feel his blood running hotter until he swore the tips of his ears were burning as Grace shrugged on her jacket.

“Merry Christmas everybody, I’ll see you all in a few days.” She said genuinely with a bright smile and twinkle in her eye that Wayne couldn’t believe hadn’t dimmed at all with all the things she’d seen since starting this job.

“Merry Christmas.” His choked out version of the wish had been lost on everyone in the room, the volume of the chorus cancelling his voice out, but Grace had heard him as clearly as if he had yelled it in a silent room. Her eyes snapped to his as she lowered her waving hand back down to her side. Craig’s arm looped around hers had her body moving out of the room, but just before she turned to follow she offered up a small, genuine smile. It had been just for him, his eyes only, and he knew it, his heart skipping a beat at the action.

As the minutes trickled on, one by one agents started packing up for the night, until he was in the unique position of being the last one remaining in the office with Jane. As Rigsby knew he would more than likely be sleeping in the office he decided to cut his losses and pack up for the night.

“Wayne.” The assumed sleeping man had spoken just as Wayne was about to exit the room. He turned around to find the blonde man peeking at him out of one eye.

“Yeah?” He slowly opened his other eye, examining the mans face as if debating whether or not he should say what he had stopped him to say.

“You know it hurts her as much as it hurts you right?” He finally asked after taking in a large breath.

“I doubt it.” Wayne responded snidely, not caring any more at the immaturity that had leached into his voice.

“You shouldn’t.” Jane responded, his tone lower and softer in response to the bite in Wayne’s voice. “It’s as obvious as the nose on her face.” Wayne thought it over, knowing that Jane was seldom wrong on matters such as this and wanting nothing more than to believe him as he usually did.

“Goodnight Jane.” He stated with a dejected slap of his palm upon the doorway. He was met with a disappointed sigh but opted not to hang around and hear the lecture that might follow, instead making his way downstairs and into his car as fast as possible.

The car radio started as he pulled out of the CIA car lot, the sound of Bublé’s ‘White Christmas’ drifting though the speakers. He tsked to himself, reaching to change the station but stopping just short of the button.

He didn’t know what compelled him to do it but he let his hand drift back to the steering wheel, allowing himself to relive the memory of Grace’s humming those few years ago. He felt a prickling in his eyes and tightening in his throat, making his knuckles turn slightly whiter against the steering wheel.

As he continued to listen he kept thinking about Grace and the Christmas they could have, no, should have had. As the song came to a finish, the last notes dancing in his ears he promised himself one thing.

Even if it meant letting another man have his Christmas’s for however many years that it may take, he promised he himself he would never ruin a Christmas for Grace. No more snide comments, no more jealousy, no more Wayne ‘The Grinch’ Rigsby. Just because his Christmas had been stolen didn’t mean he would let himself steal Grace’s.

[renegadesstuff]

They are family ❤️

[wonomo-p]

This post includes spoilers of The Mentalist season two

BITCH WHAT THE FUCK U MEAN "KILL HIM" WHILE SHOWING A PIC OF RIGSBY NONONO WTF A SIMPLE "LETS BREAK IT UP" WOULD'VE SUFFICED YAKNOW???

why is this show feeding me my favorite angst tropes for fanfiction IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL. WHO CONCOCTED THIS SHOW AND WHY DO THEY KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO FEED ME

[sab-carpenters]

THE MENTALIST 1.09 FLAME RED