Chapter 1

A/N: Well, this is my new story, Self-Deception. I hope you like it. Title taken from Lacuna Coil's song.

Summary: Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane once scoffed at the thought of being more than just best friends when someone had suggested it when they were only 7 years old. With the sudden lost of Teresa's mother, her father pulled her from her little world and took off to another state, but as fate would have it, they couldn't be separated for very long.

She remembers the day. The day when everything went downhill and her life spiralled out of control. It was a typical Saturday. A typical day of grocery shopping for her mother. A typical car that slammed into the side of her mother's. A typical death. A typical life taken.

None of this is typical. Not to the husband of that woman lost and not to the four children she reluctantly left behind. Lisbon sighs. It's another typical day to all but her. She knows the meaning this day carries with it. It signifies thirteen years since she last saw her mother. The memory is there. She dares not forget. Her chocolate brown hair, bright green eyes and exquisite cheekbones. It's there; but fading slowly. She finds with each year that goes by it gets a bit more vague. Hardly noticeable but it's there.

So she doesn't question herself when she involuntarily stands from her desk, grabs her coat and turns to leave.

"Lisbon? Where are you going?" he questions and she stops dead in her tracks. His eyes set on hers. He's slightly taller than she is but quite older.

"I'll be back Boss," she answers before turning around again. She doesn't like the look in his eyes when he looks at her. Care and protectiveness all mixed in. She doesn't mind the protectiveness as much as the care gets to her, because it's more than that. It's more than concern, it's want and lust and it's wrong because he is her boss but more so because he is a married man.

Lisbon shakes her head and pushes these thoughts away. Today she is on a mission. There is something she must know. She won't let it fade away until nothing is left; she won't.

She gets into her car and speeds off. Her brothers had all called to check up on her. They had all made plans to visit the grave site with her that night but she had declined, using work as her excuse. She doesn't spend the quantity of time with them as she would like, but yet she keeps distancing herself. She loves hearing from them. Johnathan "Johnny" had gotten married recently, Chris, the middle brother, is a veterinarian and the smallest of them all, Patrick, is still in law school.

She sighs. He always reminds her of a certain blond, blue-eyed boy. Growing up, they were the best of friends, inseparable. He was a terrible pain in the ass but she loved him nonetheless. Patrick Jane was almost like another brother. An older one. She never could date without him interrogating her dates and embarrassing her. Hiding a diary was impossible and keeping one was just as irrelevent. He could read her like a book. He was good at that; reading people.

Teresa often finds herself thinking about him and what he was probably doing. It had also been thirteen years since she last saw him. Since her dad had pulled them away from their hometown for a fresh start.

Coming to a steep halt, Lisbon gets out of her car and walks up to the, huge would be an understatement, building in front of her. She isn't particularly fond of psychics; never really cared about their existence, but this evening she is willing to let them help. She is desperate and if by chance this "psychic" can tell her what she wants to hear and put her meandering thoughts at rest, then it's worth a shot as any. She sucks in a breath and walks up the stairs to the front door.

She pushes the door-bell and waits impatiently.

After a few seconds leading up to a minute she hears heavy footsteps approach the door from within. The door creaks softly and the individual on the other end is the last person she thought she would ever see again. Her mouth falls open and her lips rebels against coherent words.

"Teresa?" he says clearly taking it better than she is, and all she capable of doing is stare as his face breaks out into a grin.

A/N: This is just an introduction chapter so I expected it to suck. However I still need to know if I should continue so I don't just waste time typing for nothing. Let me know. Also, this fic was inspired by Cecelia Ahern's novel "Rosie Dunne". Such a beautiful book and definitely worth numerous reads. If you have already read it then you have an idea of where I'm taking this fic.