Hey there! I'm here because I decided the world needs a new story, and first of all, this is going to be a cross-over. With... House MD! There's just not enough of them out there (only one other currently, which makes me so mad, because it makes an awesome story lol). Before anyone gets angry, I completely understand the guide-lines; but like authors before me, I was afraid no one would find my new story in the cross-over section, and as soon as people notice my story, I promise it will go to the cross-over section. So if you like it, make sure to favorite it so we don't lose each other! :)

Now, this is going to be a sort of different story. I love Jisbon, but I know if it did happen, it wouldn't be as pretty as we all wish it could be. I want this story to delve deeper into their chemistry, and go deeper into all the characters of House MD and the Mentalist. It will all make sense soon, but expect more than a fluff: I plan some Red John, too.

So hey- stick around. Read it. Review if you want. I hope the world- or at least, the most awesome people in the world ( :D) will like the first chapter. Hopefully, I'll see you around~

Some stories begin with the words, "Once upon a time."

But other stories begin with just one word.

"Invited."

"Invited?" Lisbon repeated.

Phones rang distantly, papers shuffled, words blended into a hot buzzing. Teresa Lisbon was standing at her desk, an open envelope in hand, eyes wide with surprise.

Someone knocked at her door.

"Who is it?" Lisbon muttered without looking up.

"Your favorite independent consultant," someone chirped.

Lisbon sighed as she slumped into her stiff chair, and glanced up. A head of golden blond curls and crinkling eyes stepped into her office. "My only independent consultant, thank god," she retorted.

Patrick Jane laughed and curiously spun around her desk, reading over her shoulder. Lisbon was holding a pretty piece of paper with doves and flowers engraved on the top, with beautiful golden writing saying, "You are invited to celebrate the wedding of William Raymond Lisbon and Molly Justine Byrd on Tuesday afternoon, November 28th, at Three o' Clock, in Princeton, New Jersey. RSVP 734-881-296."

"Wow," Jane chuckled. "Your brother's getting married?"

Lisbon blinked and put the card on her desk, shoving aside stacks of papers, manila folders and loose pens and paper clips. "I- I guess so," she stammered. "I mean, last time I called him he was getting serious about this one girlfriend, but I don't recall her name, and I never thought they'd marry..."

"Well, I'm sure no man starts out thinking he's gonna get married," Jane added.

Lisbon sighed. "Wow. Well, that's nice." Abruptly, she dropped a book across the silver invitation, and began leafing through it, waking up her computer.

Jane stared at her in surprise. "Wait- you mean you aren't going to go?"

Lisbon glanced up at Jane. His blond curls seemed wilder this morning; she wondered if he'd slept well last night. "I dunno, I haven't really stayed in touch with any of my brothers. And we're in California, New Jersey is across the fricken United States. You wanna know how much that costs?"

Jane frowned slightly, and then shrugged, going over to his couch and throwing himself down on it, folding his ankles calmly. "I'm sure it's cheaper than the cost of skipping a beautiful event in your own brother's life. But it's up to you, no guilt in my book." He sighed and closed his eyes, smiling to himself.

Lisbon glared at Jane. "Oh, I know what your doing. You're not guilting my into this, my brother just sent it because I'm just another name on some guest list." As she said this, she felt a little pang in her heart. Disgusted with herself, she brushed it away and tried to focus on her computer.

But her eyes kept straying to the book, in which was on top of the silver invitation, and after a long moment, she finally killed her pride and yanked it up, grabbing the phone.

"Alright, I'll call him, okay? Happy?" she snapped across the room at Jane, though she couldn't conceal the laughter in her eyes.

"Completely," came the smug reply.

She dialed the RSVP number and the phone began to ring. It kept ringing, and she sighed as it rolled to voice-mail.

"Hey, this is William, I'm either out right now or too busy with Molly to hear the phone, so you know, drop me a message and I'll get back to you. Bye."

Beeeeep.

So there's a Molly after all, Lisbon thought to herself as she cleared her throat. "Oh, um, hey, Will, it's your sister, Teresa. Um, I was just calling to... to confirm that I can come to the wedding, and I'll be there. I mean- well, yeah.
So I'm happy for you and Holly, and I'll see you in a few days. Well- bye," she finished, and snapped the phone in its cradle.

She rubbed her temples and gazed over to where Jane was laying. "He didn't pick up."

"Clearly."

Lisbon smirked. "Alright, jerk, I guess I'd better start packing, huh?"

Jane jumped up. "That's right. I'll inform the team we're going on a road trip."

Lisbon nodded, then froze. "Stop."

Jane smiled as he froze in place, hand almost on the doorknob to Lisbon's office.

"What do you mean, we?" she growled.

Jane took a deep breath and spun around. "Obviously, I'm not letting you go across the United States alone and with no protection. And anyways, it would be fun. We all need a trip every once in awhile, hmm?"

"But he's my brother, you don't even know him. Jane, seriously-"

"All the more reason to meet him. Make friends, you know?"

"Jane, I can travel across the US on my own, I'm not a child," Lisbon hotly told him, standing up.

Jane just smiled brightly. "You said it, not me," he replied, and was out the door.

Lisbon glared after him. "JANE!"

-Sarafina--- 3