Chains of the Past

Author: This story is a project we had to do at school about giving second chances. There's nothing related with TM, as I said on the description; it's totally AU. I just wanted to give it a shot. Rated T because of some minor language.

Disclaimer: I don't neither Jane nor Lisbon.

Enjoy!

21st of May 2000 - Sacramento, CA.

" The jury has found the accused guilty as charged. His sentence will be of 8 years effective immediatly. "

16th of August 2007 (seven years later)

" I must get out of here, I just can't stay anymore. In here, you can only breath agony, depression, sadness... The list has no end! I know that conning people is not okay, but I wasn't myself back then; I was like a puppet, I just couldn't refuse the offer. Times were bad and I needed the money. It started as only a favor for a friend, and then, it became a habit. One day, they told me I had to do some huge performance, and it seems we messed up with the wrong people. I've had a lot of time to think about it, and, well... I really would like to change my image, this mask I had been wearing until now. I want to start again."

21st of May 2008 (one year later)

"Prisioner 90026, cell 1972, Patrick Jane." A well-fitted man walked me to the front door, I could almost taste liberty. Just when I was opening the door, I heard someone calling me from afar. I turned around just in time to see Jason. " Patrick, your a good man, but would very much prefer not seeing you ever again, at least, not under these circumstances." He winked and with that, left.

I had been walking for some time now, because the jail was isolated from the center of the city. It was not a sunny day, more of a cloudy one, and by the puddles placed on the road, I could guess it had been raining. Speaking of puddles, in an instance where I wasn't looking where I was steping on, my left foot and a big part of my leg got wet because of the splash of one of said puddles. "Lucky me, I guess" I thought.

I kept on walking 'til I arrived at my destination; Sacramento city. I went to a simple motel near the center, I still had some savings (quite some) from my old days. When I finished unpacking, (not that I had a lot of luggage) I started looking for a job.

I had been searching the whole morning without much succes. No-one wanted to let me try, they were afraid I would con them just as I used to. They didn't even let me explain myself!

I was on my way "home". I was so immersed in my misery and my thoughts too, that I didn't watch out, and suddenly, papers were flying everywhere, and we were both laying on the floor. I got up much more slower than the other. When I was finally up, the girl was almost finished gathering all of her papers. I helped her out with the last ones and she murmured something in the line of Thanks . She left quite quickly, that's why she didn't noticr something falling from the messy pile placed not so safely in her arms.

I kneeled on the floor to pick up whatever had fallen off. I tried to catch her, which was simply stupid given the fact that I didn't know in which direction she had headed to.

The only things I was able to remember were her dark-brown almost raven hair and a glimpse of emerald green that coloured her eyes. He looked more closely to the object just to find a fountain pen. He looked even closer and found a name engraved in golden letters: Teresa.

Tadaa!

Please read and review! Let me know what you think and if I should go on with the story or stop. Thank you!

Nan.