This is my first Mentalist fanfic but I have been a die hard fan since the first premier. I hope I accurately portray the characters. Enjoy !

"Stop please stop. Your hurting me."

Jane jolted in his seat. Lisbon's screaming had awoken him.

"Lisbon?" He stared at her quizzically. Understanding that they had both just endured the horrific events of a car crash he tried not to touch her too roughly.

"Lisbon are you ok?"

" I don't know where we are. Where are we."

"Lisbon we've been in a wreck. A blue Ford hit us from the side. We rolled several time and landed deep into the woods. You will notice that you can't move and there is a sharp pain in your left leg. The door to the drivers seat hit a tree and seems to have penetrated your leg a bit."

Lisbon's temporary state of hysteria was draining and reality swiftly took its place. It was then the severe pain flooded into her leg. It didn't help that in her state outside of herself she just about tore it off trying to break free. She noticed the scars on her consultants body and was reminded to look in the mirror to evaluate her own. A pink-ish red gash rested under her jewel-green eyes. All other cuts were minor.

Jane debated asking her what the freak out was all about. Option 1. leave it alone it's no big deal. Rebuttal, she could be having reoccurring nightmares and what kind of friend would you be if you didn't attempt to help. Option 2. Ask her the details of the reaction. Rebuttal, she could reflect too deeply and shut down, which is no state to be in whilst trying to get out of the fender bender. Option 3. Simply ask if she is ok. Reasoning, if she wants to talk about it she has that option but if she doesn't want to talk about it she can just say that she is fine. Jane went with the latter of the three

"I,m-I'm fine she said," hardly audible. " I was just a little shaken is all.

Jane ignored the weak excuse and moved his hand to her eye. Before the direction of his hand could be detected she shivered. He could read the fear in her eyes.

"Shhh - shhhhh it's ok," he cooed. I'm just examining your gash."

After reading the ok on the receiving side of his hand he lightly touched and quickly searched for her response. Knowing his boss hated to appear as fragile as she was he didn't ask her how bad it hurt. He simply removed his handkerchief and glanced around for a source of water. Lisbon nodes towards her lemon water she had prepared before she left. Jane reached for the bottle and moistens the towelette. Applying it to the wound summoned a harsh shriek from Lisbon.

"Ahhh," she cried out in agony." Though not a mentalist herself she could read the concern all over her consultants face. "I'm ok really let's just focus on getting out of here."

Jane concurred. It was apparent that his shirt and jacket were hooked in a roundabout way to his seat. He removed his shirt, seeing that it was his only option. It did not pass him by that Lisbon was trying to resist the urge to stare and had deliberately looked out side the window to the drivers seat. He grinned to himself and made his way out the car.

Lisbon's attempts to keep her eyes on her lap while Jane struggled with the door was in vain. She thought to herself that he was quite toned for a guy who sat on his couch all day. She glanced every now and again at his strained biceps as he tugged at the door. The latch finally gave and the door popped open. She yelped a tad at the discomfort to her leg. He gave her an apologetic pout, unbuckled her and helped her into his arms. By the time they were free the sun was going down and it was to late to attempt to make it up to the road. They settled in the trunk of the car. The weather was dropping rapidly and much to their misfortune the rain began to fall. Vulgarity fell in a discordant melody out of the mouth of the boss. Jane reassured her that they would be fine and pointed out that every CBI transport had a blanket and kit in the trunk. He nudged it to her with his leg and she pulled out the blanket. the blanket was large enough to comfort they two of them if the sat close enough. They both closed their eyes in efforts to rest, leaning themselves upon each other.

"I'm not tired," Lisbon said twenty minutes later.

"Neither am I," Jane said in agreement.

It had been quiet for at least a minute.

"What was that little episode earlier on today?" Jane asked breaking the silence.

Lisbon had hoped he had forgotten all about it, but she knew he wouldn't. She sat quiet for a while deciding how much she wanted to share with him exactly. Knowing he was waiting she didn't waste any more time.

" I have some issues, she sighed. Night terrors or something of that sort. The medical terminology is PTSD. It only developed not too long ago, when we were introduced to that sex trafficking case. And I'm still pissed we don't have another lead."

Jane noticed her switching the subject as a means to recover from a bitter moment. It was clear she wasn't fond of talking about any thing that would make her seam weak.

"PTSD he hummed, so trauma?"

When he received no answer or sign of recognition he coaxed.

"Is this from your dad and the loss of your mother."

"No she replied"

Jane was truly confused. He knew Lisbon's mother had died in a drunk driver accident and her father had turned to drinking and violence but he had know idea that that was only the beginning.

Well I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are always loved and appreciated.

~joycelyn