Hi everyone!

So this idea came to me at around 2:30ish in the morning and my brain wouldn't let me go back to sleep until I had written it down somewhere( this was written in the notes section of my phone!). I'm not really one for writing things set in a specific episode but this random idea of mine is set during Bloodshot, that wonderful episode way back in series one. Hope you like it, please let me know!

Em-J

p.s: I believe this is the first story I have written since 'Observations' if this is true then a million billion thanks to everyone who read/reviewed/liked etc that story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist

Dedicated to everyone!

Pitch Black

He longed to see her. His beautiful, feisty colleague. He knew what she looked like of course, how could one forget such a face like that? However he longed to see it for real. Every single little detail. Every feature that makes up Teresa Lisbon. His colleague. His friend. Her smile. The smile that kept him sane and happy. He knew Teresa was smiling by her voice. Oh how his heart ached to see her smile. Tracing it wasn't enough to keep his heart happy but for now it would have to do. Oh how he hoped to be able to see her face soon

He longed to see her. The widow. He wanted to put a face to her voice. He wanted to read her expressions and explore their home. Match sounds and smells to their sources. He wanted to see their world. The Medina Family. The environment James Medina would no longer occupy. He wanted to study the house from top to bottom and get a real sense of what this man was like. How much his death would impact on the family.

He longed to see him. The killer. The one who was responsible for his current predicament. The one who is currently breaking his young colleagues heart. Possibly scratching away at that positive look on life she has. This man has more than likely harmed Rigsby and now has a gun pointing at Patrick's back. He wanted to see what the man looked like. The voice alone was not enough. He needed faces. He needed to see the expressions. He needed to look into the eyes of the man who had caused so much hurt in a short amount of time.

As he slowly peeled off the protective pads, Patrick took a deep breath. He wondered what thing his newly healed eyes would see, if anything at all.

The sound of shoes. He recognised the sound instantly. He knew who's shoes were making that sound. Of course it was her. It had to be Teresa. The one person he longed to see the most. With a deep breath and a few sluggish blinks, his eyes were open. Blurred images at first soon moulded into a shape, and what a beautiful shape that was. The soft hair. The pale skin. The expressive green eyes. The smile.

Teresa.

He could see again. More importantly, he could see her smile.

So there it is! Hoped you liked it! Thank you so much for reading!

Em-J