Has Anything Ever Actually Happened?

Warning! This is not a MentalistSweete fic. This is created by unreal305; you can communicate to me through here. His ankle is still in pain, so he relaxes one leg on the bed while he tears away the rest of his clothes. Only not Patrick. More like Consultant Jane. 'We got a case, here's the address… It's near a farm. Want some apples'