This is my first Mentalist fic so I hope I don't screw up too bad. Please let me know if I do. Just a few notes so there is no confusion. The time period is set during the mid-thirties just after Prohibition had been repealed. I got inspired when The Untouchables came on TV, so that's where the idea came from. Lisbon is posing as a man (her reasons will be explained), and nobody, even her own team, knows that she's a female. Not too much OOC, I don't think. I think the rest speaks for itself. Enjoy! Always grateful for Reviews, they help out a lot.

Oh yeah, I don't own any of these characters although I would love to have my own personal Patrick Jane lying on my couch:)

Marty James sighed loudly as the breakfast crowd finally began to thin out in his small cafe. He wiped the bar top down as the customer who had been sitting there gathered his things and left. As he was walking out the door, he stopped to hold it open for a thin, middle aged man who was walking in. The man wore a pin-striped suit and had a menacing look about him. Marty already knew who he was and wasn't happy to see him.

"Hey, Marty." The man bellied up to the counter, setting his briefcase on the stool next to him. "How's business?"

Marty sniffed. "Good."

Giving him a crooked smile, the man leaned closer over the counter. "It would be better if you could keep the riffraff out you know. For a, uh, small fee, I could help you out with that."

"I already told that other guy that your boss sent over that I wasn't interested. Now get the hell out of my shop."

The man stepped back giving a dramatic bow. "It's your loss." Marty scowled as the man left, it was already too late when he noticed the briefcase still at the bar.

The suited man quickly left the cafe and walked across the street. He quickly hopped into the passenger seat of a cream colored Packard Six and nodded to the driver. He glanced at his watch and looked back at the small shop on the corner. The sudden explosion was no surprise to him as the building erupted into a ball of flames. As a crowd began to form around the blazing fire, no one noticed the car disappearing into the morning traffic.

Theresa Lisbon looked at herself in the mirror, still wrapped in her bath towel, her hair soaking and slicked back barely falling over her ears. She hated wearing her hair short, it was very unbecoming, but she knew that she had no other option at this moment in time. Posing as a man was the only way that she would get any respect in the field, because women just weren't allowed to be police officers, much less Special Agents. If the rest of her team found out that she was a woman, she'd be laughed out of her office and tossed out on her butt. She already got enough flack for her small stature, but her impeccable record generally kept the wolves at bay.

She fit her round glasses snugly behind her ears. The lenses were just glass but she wore them to add to her masculine façade. Sighing loudly, she slipped into her slacks. She didn't mind wearing a suit so much. Wrapping her chest in gauze to flatten it out was another story. After donning her button down shirt, vest, and jacket, she slipped into her dress shoes and grabbed her hat off the stand before leaving her apartment. She quickly put her fedora on as the sun glared at her when she reached the street. The streets of Sacramento were surprisingly laid back compared to her hometown of Chicago. She had only lived in California for six months but she loved the slow going atmosphere.

Not having a car, she was glad that her office was only nine short blocks away. She walked cheerily along, having a feeling that it was going to be a most interesting day. As she moved quickly along she noticed that she was nearing Third Street, and her smile turned to an annoyed scowl. Just up the block, on the other side of the street she could see the larger than life sign that she passed everyday.

Patrick Jane,

World Renowned Psychic, Fortuneteller, and Medium

Also sells magical potions, amulets, and books

Patrick Jane. The very thought of the man made her skin crawl. He was a laughable man who would sell his own mother for a dime in Lisbon's opinion. She had made the mistake of actually stopping and engaging him when she had first arrived in town. He had pinned her for an easterner as soon as she opened her mouth, and just as easily informed her that she was a cop and had moved to town for a new job. She had wanted to slap him so bad it hurt at the way her gazed at her like he knew something that she didn't. Instead she settled for calling him something like a worthless, piece of shit and a fake who preyed on grieving souls just to make a buck. He had been smiling the whole time; that incredible sickeningly sweet smile. By that time she was passed the point of slapping him and was reaching for her gun. Lucky for him his next client had arrived at that moment. From that time on, she had chosen to walk on the other side of the street.

Lisbon quickened her pace to get past his shop as quickly as possible. She didn't believe in psychics and had no need to associate with such nonsense. To her they were nothing more than second rate circus performers. She had almost gotten by when Jane stepped out onto the sidewalk and lit a cigarette. He saw her before she could duck into the shadows. He grinned big at her and waved. Standing there, without his jacket, with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his annoyingly bright purple vest unbuttoned, Lisbon caught herself almost thinking that he was a very handsome man. She snorted at the absurd thought. He would be attractive if he wasn't such an arrogant bastard. She pointedly ignored his greeting and moved quickly down the street.

By the time she had reached the police station she had already put Jane out of her mind and she felt her spirits rising again. She loved her job and could never see herself doing anything else. It was not long after she graduated from the academy that she was quickly promoted up through the ranks of her department. When she was offered the job in Sacramento to head up the new Special Crimes Unit, she jumped at the chance.

She trekked up the three flights of stairs, finally arriving to the open area of the department known as the bullpen. The room was filled with scattered desks and filing cabinets.

"Hey boss." Wayne Rigsby looked up from the file he was reading on an old leather couch that someone had moved into the area. Lisbon hated that couch. She felt it unnecessary and unprofessional to have it there, but it had been there when she arrived on her first day of work so she left it.

She nodded cordially at him not breaking her stride. "Rigsby." She had hand picked her team herself. Working the beat in Chicago, especially during the trying time of prohibition, had taught her not to trust anyone, even cops. So she had gone straight to the academy and recruited Wayne Rigsby. It was well known in Chicago that if you wanted an honest cop, you got to them before anyone else could. Her other recruit had been a very different story. While Kimball Cho had been born and raised in California, there was little tolerance for anyone who came from a different culture, especially eastern Asia. As for herself, Lisbon had it beat into her head by her father that people are people regardless of what background they come from. Since no one else seemed anxious to work with Cho, she had brought him to her team. To her delight, Rigsby had given little regard to Cho's race and the two had become fast friends. They had soon proven themselves as great assets.

She had barely settled in at her desk when Cho hurried in making a bee line for her desk. "Hey, Boss."

"What have I told you guys about knocking?" Lisbon scolded him.

"Sorry," Cho said sheepishly and handed her a piece of paper. "This just came up from Minnelli."

"Really," She scanned the note before jumping up.

With Cho behind her she marched out of her office and through the bullpen. "Rigsby," She snapped. "Let's go."

Rigsby took no time jumping to his feet and grabbing his jacket off his desk. "What's up?" He asked falling in behind them.

"There's been another bombing downtown."

That's it, hope you liked it. Next Chapter: Enter Patrick Jane