Hey Lisburn fans! This is a story idea that I've had floating around my head for a while now, but a week ago I decided to finally put it into action.
Now, this story will be dark (and rated a very strong T, I might even change the rating later on), so if you're looking for a happy story, don't read this. Really.
Prologue
He was shouting again, and the 13 year oldTeresa Lisbon hated it. So heard a crash from the kitchen, and was suddenly glad she'd sent her brothers to be early, before her father had gotten home.
Her fingers traced lightly over the old bruise on her leg. The tears stung at her eyes, but she wiped them away before they could fall. She wasn't going to cry today. Especially not after what had happened last night. She was too strong for this.
The girl lifted her sleeve up, to reveal the three red slashes on her wrist. Her fingers ghosted over them, and she reached to her bedside table to grab the thick razor blade she had stored there. Teresa looked at it for a few moments, before she ran it over her wrist, right under the marks from the night before. The red blood started to seep out of the wound, and she pressed her eyes tightly together so she wouldn't cry again. No, she wasn't going to cry. She was too strong.
She wouldn't cry.
"Oh sh… Shoot!" Teresa Lisbon cursed, grabbing the soft sheet she'd been sleeping under as she rolled out of bed.
Walter Mashburn groaned from next to her, fumbling through the blanket to grab her arm to pull her back to him. "It's early. Come back to bed."
"It's not 'early', it's almost 8." Teresa started to pull her clothes on from the night before. "It'll take me 20 minutes to get back to my apartment and then another 20 to get to CBI."
Walter rolled over onto his stomach. 'You wouldn't have to drive all the way back to your place if you moved in with me."
Teresa turned to face him, fully dressed with the sheet held in her fist. "What?"
"I mean it," Walter moved closer to her, so he could face her directly. "There's more than enough room for you here and I'm tired of living here all alone so… Think about it, okay?"
"Okay," Teresa smiled, leaning over to quickly kiss him. He tried to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close, but she laughed and lightly pushed him away. "Goodbye, Walter."
He sighed dramatically, and fell back into the bed. "I love you," he called after her.
Teresa looked at him over her should. "I love you too, Walter."
Halfway to CBI, Grace had called her; to inform her that they'd found a body in the poorer side of the city.
"The next door neighbor saw her through the window, and called the police. The girl's 12, maybe 13. Rigsby's trying to get an ID out of the neighbor."
"Thanks Van Pelt. I'll be right there. Bye."
"Boss it's… It's pretty gruesome. Are you sure you don't want us to handle it?"
Lisbon rolled her eyes, but a small smile came onto her face. "Of course not, Grace. I'll be there in 15 minutes."
Lisbon hardly needed an address to see what house was which; the troupe of police cars and officers told her where she needed to be.
She unbuckled her seat belt, and stepped out of the car. Her car door shut behind her, and Rigsby was by her side in a second.
"Our vic is Fiona Baker. 13 years old, and she attends the public middle school a few minutes away." He lifted the yellow crime scene tape so she could walk under it. He entered before her, and pointed. "That's her."
There was a dead body alright, that was the first thing Lisbon noticed. The girl's body hung limp in the air, supported only by a strong, thick rope, tied firmly around the girl's neck. Lisbon's heart started to race, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment, before she hardened her face into her mask. "Rigsby... This doesn't look like a murder."
"I know," he said uncertainly, shifting on the balls of his feet. "It looks like a suicide."
Reviews, please? Should I continue or just stop here?