We are pleased to announce that Virtual Season 8 FF project for The Mentalist will be coming to you soon. We have been working hard behind the scenes getting ready, and we think you will really enjoy the things we have in store for you as you come along with our beloved characters as they turn into a new point in their lives.

We would like to officially announce that the premiere episode, Sapphire Skies, will be airing on January 10th, 2016! We will be bringing you teasers from the episodes every Tuesday and Thursday leading up the episodes, but for the premiere episode, we will be releasing teasers December 5th and December 15th to get you excited! You can find the titles to the next episodes and the teasers first on Twitter, with Tumblr to follow. Each episode’s title and synopsis will be released every Sunday leading up to the premiere.

We have gotten some great art, and would like to personally thank those of you have taken or will be taking time to do the art for us. It means a lot that you guys are doing this for us and are contributing to this project. We would like to give a special shout-out to Stella (@thessmusicinurlife) for the incredible promo you are seeing above. Thank you so much! It is fantastic!

We would now like to leave you with the official synopsis of Sapphire Skies. We hope you enjoy it, and if you want early access to the teasers and titles, twitter is where it is at! Enjoy the synopsis, and remember: it comes to you starting January 10th!

Mini promo by the talented @thaysquint

                            Sapphire Skies – Season 8 Virtual Premiere


                                                 SAPPHIRE SKIES

                                              SEASON 8, EPISODE 1


Knuckles turned white as her hand grasped his as it lay on the armrest between them. His wife looked over at him alarmingly as the single propeller plane continued to make its bumpy descent, her gold cross and band bouncing around her neck as she turned in her seat.

“Ah…Teresa, can you loosen your grip a little?” Jane remarked, grimacing slightly at Lisbon’s powerful handhold.

“You remember what I told you when you asked me the same question when I was giving birth?” she bit back with, glowering at him.

“I believe it was something along the lines of ‘Go to Hell, you jackass’. And I’m paraphrasing. I edited out the rather more colorful suggestions you made to me that day,” her husband chuckled back.

Despite her fear of imminent death she grinned as she recalled the birth of their son, softening her hold in the process.

Their child.

Even over a year later she still found it hard to believe that their lives had changed so dramatically in that time. After sitting in neutral for over a decade they’d suddenly put on booster packs and the last year had fast-forwarded their relationship, forever altering it. Jane had finished restoring the cabin he’d bought for them, putting as much passion and zeal into its renovation as he had in solving cases. She’d gone from field work to desk duty to maternity leave.

Then Liam had arrived and suddenly late night diaper runs, breastfeeding and never ending washing had taken the place of working, going over case notes and having time to eat a meal at a table together. But she wouldn’t change a moment of the past year. Well, maybe she could have done without the heartburn and the swollen ankles and the inability to get off a couch unaided in the latter stages of her pregnancy. But as soon as that tiny human being was placed in her arms she forgot all of the pain and discomfort that went before, swept away on a cloud of euphoria and pure love. She and Jane had been living on it ever since.

Her thoughts on their child, she didn’t realize they were on the ground until a loud thud disturbed them. “Thank god!” she stated, raising her eyes to heaven and fingering her cross as she saw lush greenery around her as the plane rolled to a slow stop on the dirt runway.

Jane whispered in her ear, “I told you I should have put you in a trance before we took that connecting flight.”

The airport shuttle pulled up at the white bricked Hotel and they trudged off, both sticky from the sweltering heat of the rickety bus ride.

“I’m glad you’re not wearing your suits here,” Lisbon commented, fanning her face with her hand, as she glanced at him in his white shirt and faded blue jeans combo, a look he’d adopted when he’d started to renovate the cabin. And creature of habit he was it was his normal outfit of choice in everyday life more often than not now. She was pleased she had chosen to travel in a purple cotton maxi dress for their second chance at a honeymoon, its loose and flowing material giving her freckled skin some respite from the burning rays of the midday sun.

He chuckled as his eyes darted around the complex for a second before he took Lisbon’s hand and strolled towards the reception desk in the main building as a busboy picked up their luggage.

“This must bring back some memories, huh?” Lisbon whispered at his side, goosebumps alighting on her bare arms as she felt the welcome breeze of air conditioning.

His squeezed her hand. “You could say that.” Recollections hit him squarely in the face of the years spent here and for a second his expression turned melancholy until he faced her where a dazzling smile took its place. “Come on, let’s get checked in.” His smile grew when he saw the young man behind the reception desk do a double take when he lifted his head from the computer in front of him.


Jane was quickly embraced in a hug as the man rushed from behind the desk. “Hey Franklin, I see you’ve moved up in the world!” he beamed, patting the other man’s back.

“Yes!” Then suddenly Franklin’s face fell, “Patrick is…is everything all right? Are you in trouble-?”

“No,” Jane laughed, glancing at Lisbon who was looking at the sight unfold before her, evidently amused. “For once I’m not. Just here on vacation for a few days.”

“Only a few days? Surely you can stay longer?!”

“Afraid not. Obligations back home,” he grinned, casting a sideways glance at Lisbon. “Very important obligations indeed.”

Jane managed to withdraw from the other man’s grip and put his arm around Lisbon’s waist. “Actually we’re on vacation. Well, honeymoon really. Kind of. Franklin, I’d like you to meet my wife, Teresa.”

Lisbon smiled at Jane and then at Franklin. “Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet-”

“You are Teresa? Teresa Lisbon?!”

Lisbon frowned as she noticed Jane color a little at the younger man’s words. “I…I may have mentioned your name once or twice when I lived here,” he whispered in her ear.

“Really?” she grinned, arching a self satisfied eyebrow.

He shrugged, “Maybe. Just in passing, of course.”

Lisbon regarded him skeptically, still smiling. “Sure, in passing, of course.”

“Wow, this is some place. Nice of your friend to upgrade us,” Lisbon remarked as she stood in the center of their large suite after Jane tipped the busboy and closed the door of their hotel room.

“Not bad, huh?” he smiled as he set their bags on the king sized bed.

“And best of all it has air conditioning.”

Suddenly Jane stopped what he was doing and put a hand to his ear, frowning as he listened. “What is it?” Lisbon said, mirroring his expression.

“The quiet,” he whispered with a wink.

She laughed then began to play with her hands. “It feels weird though, doesn’t it?” she frowned.

He quickly took the few steps required to stand opposite her and put his arms around her, settling his hands on her hips. “Just the two of us. Yeah, it does,” he admitted. “It’s mostly just been the three of us in our own little bubble for the past six months. But you know Grace and Wayne will be great with him. He’s so much more alert now than when they last saw him and he took to them right away when they came to stay with us before we flew out here.”

"Yeah, I know. Hope they’ll be okay at the cabin. It was sweet of them to offer to come babysit him there.”

“I think Rigsby was looking forward to taking Ben fishing at the lake. And easier for Liam too to be in his home environment at this stage. But I detected an ulterior motive from Grace wanting them to get away from San Francisco and work for a few days.”


“She’s trying to talk Rigsby into having another one of their own.”

Lisbon grinned, “Is that so?”

He nodded, “Yep. But I’m not sure being in a house with a teething baby is going to necessarily help her cause.”

She bit her lip. “God, I feel bad now. Maybe we shouldn’t have left him so early, Jane.”

“We talked about this, Lisbon. It’s just for a few days; as long as he’s fed he’ll barely miss us. They’ll more than make sure he’s spoilt rotten.” He paused, “It’s harder on us than it is on him. Do you want to Skyface them again or whatever?”

She rolled her eyes. “I know you are not that much of a technophobe, Jane. And we agreed to limit ourselves to checking on him four times a day. We only talked to them two hours ago before we got on that death trap of a plane. They’ll think we’re crazy and don’t trust him with them if we keep calling them.”

“They’re parents themselves. They’ll understand.”

Just as Jane’s words were uttered Lisbon’s cellphone beeped, alerting her to a text message. A photo of Liam, sound asleep and dressed in a San Francisco Giants sleepsuit greeted her, a wisp of a blond curl peeking out from a matching hat. As she showed it to Jane he kissed the top of her head as her eyes grew teary. Softly, “Seems Grace has inherited some of her cousin Yolanda’s psychic skills after all,” he joked, his voice tender but raw.

Lisbon wiped a stray tear from her eye as she laughed. “Damn hormones. And I’m going to tell her you said that. And I’m going to kill Rigsby for buying him that outfit.”

“But clever of him to wait until he had some space between you before he dug it out,” Jane laughed.

She puffed out a breath to gather herself. Louder, “To be honest I was surprised you suggested a trip away, I could barely get him out of your arms the past couple of months to feed him or put him down.”

He tightened his hold on her as his expression turned serious. “Well that’s partly why I thought we should take some time just for us. I don’t…I don’t want to become one of those fathers, Teresa.”

“How do you mean?”

He sighed. “One of those parents who lose a child and then become overly protective of another one. And you know…well…I have a tendency to become quite obsessively overprotective with those I love. I don’t want him to feel like I’m holding him back from experiencing life like a child should just because of what happened to Charlotte. I need to learn how to release the reins when I feel myself pulling on them a little too tightly.”

She pulled him closer, linking her hands together across his back. “You would never allow him to feel like that, Jane. You’re a great father. Both then and now.”

He kissed her softly on the lips. “Thank you for that. I love you.”

She pecked his lips in return. “Love you too.”

A beat passed as he cleared his throat. “Anyway, another reason for the trip now is that you’re going back to work next week. After that who knows when we’ll get another chance? Plus, well our honeymoon was spent with your head down a toilet. Not exactly the romantic getaway either of us was hoping for.”

She laughed, “Yeah, the morning sickness was not fun. Especially when it turned into afternoon and evening sickness too. But it was a pretty swanky bathroom in that hotel at least.”

“Looking on the bright side, eh?” he smiled.

“Like we agreed. So far it’s worked out pretty well.”

He glanced at the photograph of their son again. He whispered, “Can’t deny, it has that.”

She released him as her tone turned bossy. “Now, let’s grab a shower so you can show me around this old stomping ground of yours. We’re only here for a couple of days; let’s make the most of it. After all your letters I feel like I know the place already. Can’t wait to see it with my own eyes.”

He smirked, “That’s another thing we haven’t had time for in a very long time, my dear.”

“What’s that?”

“Been able to have a shower together.”

She kissed him firmly on the lips with a twinkle in her eyes. “Well, it would save time. And water.”

“Not necessarily,” he grinned.

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                                             THE AMBER PENDANT

                                             SEASON 8,  EPISODE 2


The shrill ring shattered the silence.

“Seriously?” groaned Jane, his voice muffled. “Between the baby and your cell phone, we’re never going to sleep the whole night through.”

Lisbon rolled over slightly, grabbing the phone with one hand and her pillow with the other. She flung the pillow, pleased to hear it make a satisfactory thump when it connected with the back of Jane’s head. She accepted the call.

“Where are we headed, Cho?” she asked sleepily, and Jane groaned again beside her, rubbing his neck.

“Lakeway,” came the gruff reply. It seemed even the ever-stoic Cho was not immune to being woken up at four in the morning.

Lisbon slipped out of the covers and walked over to the bathroom. “Text me the address. I’m on my way.”

She turned on the light and made to hang up, but Cho stopped her.

“Lisbon,” he said, and his voice made her pause. “This one…it’s a kid, Lisbon.”

Lisbon breathed in deeply, and her eyes flashed to her reflection in the mirror. “Thanks for the warning,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” said Cho, and he disconnected. Lisbon put down the phone. Her reflection had turned ashen.

She took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself before reaching for her hairbrush. She ignored the way it shook in her hands.

A steady warmth appeared behind her, and she felt the weight of Jane’s hands on her hips. He read her in a second, taking in her pallid complexion and trembling hands. Jane held his hand out for the brush.

She handed it over.

“What did Cho say?” Jane asked softly, and he began to gently pull the brush through her hair.

Lisbon waited until he was finished to answer. “It’s a child,” she whispered as he set the brush down, and Jane’s body tensed against hers.

Ten seconds passed.

“I’m only a phone call away,” Jane said finally. “If you want, I can send you pictures of Liam every hour.”

“That might make it more difficult.”

Their left hands twisted together, and her ring shimmered in the harsh light of the bathroom.

“All the same,” said Jane, “I’m here.”

She nodded, and the color began to return to her face. “I know.”

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                                                LITTLE BOY BLUE

                                              SPECIAL PROLOGUE

“I think this peg goes into this slot, Rigsby,” Jane told his old friend. “See? It shows this,” he pointed to the peg on the floor, “going into this,” he held up a slotted piece of wood in his hand. “You have it backwards, I think.”

Rigsby was sat on the floor, the instructions to a baby crib spread across his lap and a screwdriver set in his right hand. He looked up at Jane and shook his head, causing the blond-haired consultant to sigh in vexation. They had been sitting in the newly completed nursery for the better part of an hour, trying to figure out exactly how the new crib went together. After several attempts at blindly putting it together and a rip forming in Jane’s faded blue jeans, the two men were now sitting on the braided rug in the center of the room fighting over which part went where.

“I have put these together twice now,” Rigsby told Jane, jabbing a finger at the instructions. “I think I have it down. That thing,” he pointed to the part in Jane’s hand, “goes to this.” He reached over and picked up a long piece of wood.

“It doesn’t fit!” Jane told him, taking the long piece of wood and trying to stuff the slotted bit of wood into it, which indeed did not fit. “You had Grace put it together while you watched, didn’t you?” Jane asked, a faint smile on his face.

“You’re the Mentalist! Don’t you have some kind of weird trick to putting this together?” Rigsby narrowed his eyes, but finally nodded his head toward the deconstructed crib. “God, they need to pay us to put these damn things together!” he stated, throwing the instructions off his lap and setting the drill on the floor. “Tell me again why you decided to wait until boss was ready to pop to do this?”

“Well,” Jane said from his place of sitting cross-legged on the floor across from Rigsby, among the scattered crib parts, “we just finished renovating the cabin. Teresa wanted everything done before we set up the nursery.” Jane took the instructions and gazed at them intently. “It’s been a long time since I put one of these together,” he commented. “I can’t believe I’ve forgotten how it’s done. And, no, Rigsby, I don’t have a trick to putting together a crib using ten billion parts.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Grace did put Maddie’s together.” Rigsby grinned at the other man and then turned serious. “You’ll be okay, Jane. When you see your son for the first time, everything else melts away; the fear and the what-ifs drift off when you hold your child in your arms. It’s wonderful.”

“I can’t wait to hold him,” Jane replied with a smile that lit up his face. “I’ve waited nine months for this. I just want to hold my son.” He folded the instructions and sat them on the rug between them. “He’s a miracle to me.” He glanced at Rigsby and saw a little bit of confusion cross his features. “Well,” Jane started, “he’s a miracle because I didn’t think I would ever move on again. To have love be accepted for me and to give love openly back. I didn’t expect to be here, now, with a wife I adore and a son I am anxious to meet.”

“It’s a bright side,” said a voice from the doorway of the nursery.

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