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Summary: There was a reason Kimbal Cho was terrified of magick....

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Television > Mentalist, TheShezziFR131490072,10631 Oct 0931 Oct 09Yes
A/N: Just a (very) short one shot that insisted on being written after I rewatched this episode of Mentalist. I do not own either fandom (BTVS or The Mentalist). Hope you enjoy! love xx Shezzi

“Willow,” the clipped voice on the other end of the phone had a desperate tinge to it. “I need a cleansing, as soon as possible.”

“Cho? Is that you? Calm down and tell me what happened.”

The authoritative voice on the other end of the phone sent an instant wave of calm through him, and he drew a deep breath.

“We…got entangled with a Wicca in our last case, and one of my colleagues thought it would be funny, since he knew this stuff freaks me out, to give her MY NAME when she was doing a spell to prove she knew real magic.”

“Okay, just relax, what did she do exactly?” the calm voice on the other end of the phone asked.

Cho began to explain the ceremony in detail, even as his mind went back to the first time he had encountered the woman he now regarded with such great respect.

”You’re insane. Get the hell out of my house and stay the hell away from my sister.”

Kimbal Cho was beyond pissed. His sister’s only guardian, he had received a hardship discharge from the Marines on their parents deaths and was now working with the California Bureau of Investigation and putting her through her senior year of high school.

“I assure you, sir, we are…”

“Don’t call me sir, I work for a living,” he snapped, the response so engrained that he couldn’t help himself. “And I believe I told you to get out.”

“Wills, he’s not going to listen,” the bleached blonde sitting next to the redhead, who had spent almost the entire meeting fiddling with her nails, glanced over at him. She stood then, and Cho was once more surprised at just how tiny she was, because something about her had the most enormous presence. “Just do it already.”

Then the redhead did…something, and everything in the room, including himself, his sister, their ‘visitors’ and all of their furniture, rose a good foot off the floor.

Cho, being the logical, practical man that he was, a large part of why he had fit so well into first the military and then the CBI, looked around the room, raised an eyebrow, and nodded.

“So, magic is real, and my baby sister is now some super-soldier you call a Slayer who is meant to fight the bad guys?”

“Okay, Cho, relax,” ordered Willow. “I’ll have the herbs at your place when you get home. Burn them in the candle I gave you, breath in the smoke and read the incantation and that’ll take care of it. But I think I might just go and have a talk to your little friend, there. She seems to have lost track of most of the Laws.”

Kimbal Cho hung up his phone and was just breathing a sigh of relief when Jane walked up to him and handed him a familiar looking glass jar filled with ashes.

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