A/N: Thanks again for the awesome support for Rekindle guys! Hope you'll like this one. I don't really know how it's going to end yet but I'll get there, with your help of course, if you don't mind.

This is a little AU-ish but I hope you like it… spare a girl some line after, it's Christmas eve all.

Disclaimer: Santa didn't deliver them yet. Seeing as we don't have a chimney, I think he'll bail.

Who are you?

The day started out in its usual pattern with the sun rising in the horizon as it shared its golden rays to the city of Sacramento, causing each and every person to wake up and start their day. It was just another normal day up until Jane vacated the ancient machine they call elevator as it took him to the Serious Crimes Unit floor an hour later than the supposed time he was to start working. He sauntered his way into the bullpen and greeted the team good morning and dropping off each of their preferred blend of coffee. With one cup left in hand and a bear claw from Marie's on the other, he headed to a specific office with the blinds currently drawn.

Without knocking, he barge into Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon's office but when she was nowhere near her desk. When his gaze turned to face the white couch he bought the feisty agent, a very surprising sight caught his attention. Patrick Jane was rarely surprised especially around the CBI since he could read anybody that crosses his path and determine what they did and were about to do. When he saw a the familiar petite figure with long wavy hair in a navy blue shirt and jeans occupying the white couch, all thoughts about annoying a certain agent went through the window.

The woman's shoulder was shaking violently. It didn't take a mentalist to figure out the she was crying. Jane hurriedly placed Lisbon's breakfast at her desk and squatted down in front of her to figure out what was wrong with Lisbon. He carefully placed his hands on her knees because any higher would be inappropriate in the workplace and she would kill him for it and he didn't want to see his life flash in front of him in mere seconds, this was Lisbon after all.

He gently addressed the woman in the tenderest voice he could muster, "Lisbon… Teresa, what happened, honey?" The term of endearment slipped past him but he didn't really care. There were more important things to handle at the moment.

Agent Teresa Lisbon, his tough as nails boss who doesn't give a damn about his crap was the strongest person she's ever known and NEVER, not once (well except that time when that psycho ex-shrink the CBI assigned to her who later framed her for murder but other than that, never) did he ever see her cry. The scene unfolding before his eyes tore his mending heart apart. He wished that whoever caused this unpleasant and heart wrenching sight lives close to a hospital because he wanted to do some permanent damage to the bastard who made his Lisbon cry. That's right, HIS Lisbon.

Jane wasn't a violent person except for the rare cases which involve Red John but like they typical male, he wants to protect what was his. And his Lisbon was currently hurting.

She shifted a little in the leather sofa before she slowly looked up and the familiar forest green eyes met his cobalt blue ones. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she's been doing and her eyes showed confusion.

"Hi." She greeted awkwardly, her voice laced with confusion that matched her eyes.

Jane reached for the stray strand of hair and tucked it back to her ear and smiled.

"Hi." Jane greeted back, his hands settled on her soft cheeks and slowly wiped the tears away from her face. Jane was still cupping her face when he asked, "Are you ok?"

There was something wrong with Lisbon and it wasn't just because she was crying. He couldn't quite explain it but it was as though she was a whole new person. Delicate and exposed, sure he knew deep down she was delicate before but it was never associated with exposed. Teresa Lisbon had walls like China to keep other people from seeing the delicate part of her. He knew she had it on full force when she was around him because he was just too damn nosey for his own good. This Teresa Lisbon facing him was quite intriguing with all the openness and innocence that filled every bit of her.

She looked exactly like his Lisbon but she acts a little too inconsistent with the Lisbon he's known for years.

"You're not Lisbon." He said nonchalantly. Pieces of information, as if it were a puzzle, were coming together in his brain as his memory palace was being skimmed for more pieces, making his theory less Jane-crazy and more normal-stable.

The woman shook her head in disagreement and supplied answers to his unasked questions, "I am a Lisbon but I am not your Teresa nor am I your Honey." She said with a smug grin, a little too amused for Jane's liking.

"I… I… I didn't mean it like that." The hell! Why am I stuttering?

She was now acting more of the Lisbon he knew with that determination of out witting him. Lisbon or not, he didn't like it. She may have Lisbon's looks but she won't get away with it. Not if he can help it.

"Sure you didn't. You were just concerned about a coworker and you wanted to comfort said coworker. Yada yada yada."

"I am concerned but not in the way you're thinking of."

"What way am I thinking of exactly?" Damn! She really isn't Lisbon.

"I knew Lisbon had a sibling," Jane tried to go at it a different way, "but I never knew she had a twin sister. You both may be physically incomparable but when it comes to everything else, you're a far cry from each other." The cogs in Jane's head were now working double time to differentiate the Lisbon in front of him from the Lisbon he's been working with. His thoughts were interrupted to go further when she offered him vital information.

"Before you blow up in sheer curiosity, I'm Thea Lisbon, Teresa's younger twin sister." She held out her hand.

He smiled his charming smile that caused women to do his bidding for him and took Thea Lisbon's hand in his. "I'm Patrick Jane, Lisbon's consultant."

"Ooh…" a flash of realization crossed her eyes and smiled her smug grin, "you're the pain in the consultant!"