Hi everyone!
Happy 2012! I haven't written fan fiction in a LONG time! I had this in my head a while back and wasn't sure how to put it into words. I hope it isn't too confusing because a lot of the time things don't seem to make a lot of sense once I've written them down! It usually takes a good couple of goes to upload a story without something bad happening so fingers crossed this goes ok. I try and write stories that people will like so please let me know what you think. Good or bad reviews I don't mind!
Em-J
Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist!
Dedications: to all those in the UK who, like me, are annoyed that 'celebrity' big brother is on instead of the mentalist. I hope it is only a short break because fugue in red sounds like an amazing episode! Oh and to everyone who has ever read/reviewed/liked any of my stories. You're the best!
WAKE UP
Day three: Teresa and Grace.
She ran her hand through his hair, getting a reaction from the heart monitor. The doctor had told her that was a good sign. That he was still there. Still fighting. Her fingers pushed deep into the soft feathery curls, twisting them around, not to hurt him but to comfort him. Soothe him. Reassure him she was there and she wasn't going anywhere.
She sat in silence for a while, lost in her own world, remembering all the fun things they had done in the past week. Dinner with the team. The unexpected picnic he made for her in the living room. The dancing in the kitchen at breakfast. All the kisses and cuddles and smiles. All the sweet whispers in her ear. The little love notes dotted around the apartment for her to find. Her eyes began to fill with tears. How long would she have to wait to experience those things again? She just so desperately wanted him to wake up. To flash his smile and tell her he was ok.
Teresa Lisbon was a hypocrite. All those years of believing that violence is not the answer. Of convincing her best friend that there is more to life than revenge. Patrick had told her that the best thing he had ever done in his life was to listen to her. Revenge was indeed for fools and for mad men. She cried tears of joy when he told her this. Two years later and she was planning ways to tear the man responsible for their pain limb from limb. At this moment in time, she was willing to eat her words. Someone seriously hurt the most important person in her life, she wasn't going to let him off lightly. Patrick may not have been the one responsible for his rivals death, but if Teresa Lisbon was ever in the same room as the person who hurt her Patrick, there would be blood shed.
' Teresa?'
The sound of Van Pelt's voice pulled her from her thoughts. She looked up at the young agent who was on the verge of tears herself. The two women embraced, the younger rubbing soothing circles on her boss's back. The cause of their grief lay unmoving in the hospital bed. Oblivious to the tears being shed by the pair.
It had been three days now. Three days since the nightmare began. They had been on a case. Teresa had told him to wait at the SUV. At, not in. She had regretted not saying 'in' ever since. It was too dangerous to go into the house unarmed. He told her to be safe. Be careful. He had been so concerned for her. So worried that she was in danger, yet he was the one who would end up fighting for his life.
They had caught the first guy. Sam Thomas. He had killed his boss with the help of his cousin, Alan. The two had tried to run, the team catching Sam but Alan getting away. He got in his car and drove it as fast as he could, too busy looking behind him to see where they where to focus on what was in front of him, or rather who was in front of him. Time seemed to slow down for the team. They could do nothing but yell as the SUV was smashed into, along with their colleague stood innocently beside it. Teresa's screams had filled the air as she ran to her fiancé. Cradling his head she couldn't stop the tears from falling.
'Patrick please! Please open your eyes! Sweetheart ple-hease! Wake up for me Patrick!'
' I just want him to open his eyes Grace' Teresa Sobbed. ' I miss his smile, his voice. I just want him to wake up. He needs to be here so I can tell him'.
She buried her face in Grace's shoulder, the agent patting her hair.
'he'll wake up Teresa. Patrick's strong. ' she reassured her. ' then you can tell him'. It was supposed to be a secret, but in the shock of seeing Patrick so weak and vulnerable in a hospital bed, Teresa had poured her heart out to her younger colleague and had let slip the exciting news she was going to tell him that night.
Teresa smiled at her friend before her eyes went back to her sleeping husband to be. She took his hand and squeezed it, stroking his knuckles and avoiding hurting his already broken wrist. She got another positive reaction from the heart monitor.
' wake up soon Patrick. I've got some amazing news to tell you'
She stroked his cheek and smiled. Gently patting her for now flat stomach.
' we're going to have a baby!'.
So there's chapter one. Thanks for reading it! I really hope you liked/understood it. Please let me know what you think. I've decided to put the whole story up at once so next up: chapter two!