Hey guys :) This will be a two shot probably, or maybe a three shot. It's pretty dark (for me) and i'm scared it's a little OOC but don't kill me :P I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: Me? haha, i own nothing. Actually it's really not funny... it's pretty sad :( Nevermind *sighs*

It was black, so dark. Not that she could tell, her eyes were shut tight, like if she tried hard enough none of it would've happened, or been real. The silence was only broken by her uncontrollable sobs, racking her body. Her hands were sore, and probably red from trying to fight. Eventually she'd given up. She'd just lain there crying. And now here she was, lying on the hard cold pavement and the tears just wouldn't stop. Her battered and bruised body was curled up in a ball as raindrops lightly fell on her freezing cold and pale skin.

She'd never felt so helpless in her entire life.

She wanted to stop crying so badly, just for a minute, but they refused to cease for even a second. She knew she had to do something, so mustered up the little scraps of energy and will she had left and sat up, and propped herself against the wall, the bricks scraping her back through the thin ripped t shirt she had on. It was raining harder now, and her tears were mingling with the rain beating down on her face or maybe they were all tears, there was so many it was hard to distinguish the difference.

Now that her eyes were opened, and had adjusted to the light, or rather lack of it, she couldn't see much, but could at least make out some basic shapes. Including a small pile of clothes that were soaked through now, but she pulled them on anyway, not wanting to feel anymore exposed physically than she was feeling mentally.

Shivering even more than before, she reached out, with an unsteady trembling hand to feel around her. It hurt her small, delicate hands which were raw and had lots of cuts on them. But it was worth it as a sense of relief washed over her when she felt the small, rectangular object that was her cell phone.

Shaking still, she grasped her phone and raised it up to look, it was still working. The relief she felt was huge, and washed over her in waves, but it just made her cry more. There wasn't any doubt in her mind as to who she would call, she pressed speed dial 1.

It rang once.

Then again.

A cheerful voice answered, like it wasn't very late at night and an odd hour to be calling - it sounded like he was smiling, "Lisbon my dear, why are you calling me at what one o'clock in the morning? Want some company?" Her consultants teasing, light tone made it difficult for her to go on. She sat and cried silently for a few seconds, trying to compose herself.

"Lisbon?" Jane asked, his tone still cheerful, but more curious.

She gave up the trying to compose herself and drew in a ragged breath, "Jane," she said her voice trembling, she couldn't continue and started to sob again.

Damn it, why couldn't she speak without breaking down in tears? Why couldn't she stop shaking? Why did everything hurt so much?

"Lisbon?" His voice was frantic with worry, "Teresa?"

"I'm…. I'm sorry." She said crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I….I, they," he could hear her crying down the phone.

"Don't worry," he said, trying to be soothing, "Where are you? Are you at home?"

"Umm, I'm in an alley, I think a couple of blocks away from my apartment," she said, slightly more collectedly.

His blood ran cold as it dawned on him. An alley. God no. No. Not her…

"I'm coming to get you,"

"No, you don't have to do that…. I, I don't even know why I called." She said in a panic, she'd just needed to hear his voice, he couldn't see her like this.

"No chance, I'm coming to get you, stay where you are."

In despair, she started to cry again, he could hear it even though she was trying to muffle it.

"What happened Teresa?" He asked fearfully. He so desperately didn't want it to be that horrific, dirty thought that couldn't help linger in the back of his mind.

"Patrick," she paused, "I…. they…. I've been raped," she whispered, tearfully the reality of the situation hitting her.

His worst fears confirmed, he was already out the door, "Shush," he said, in a voice he was trying to keep calm and not upset and angry, which is how he was really feeling. "It's gonna be ok, I'm coming to get you."

She couldn't speak, so just cried.

Not only had this happened, now Jane knew, he was coming, and he was going to be unbearably nice and supportive and she'd told him what had happened. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He was going to break those walls down she'd built so carefully around herself and now all it was going to take was a couple of hours.

She felt so weak, and vulnerable. God, she hated it so much.

Yet she still hadn't stopped crying.

What do we think? Please review! And if you liked this you could always go check out some of my random Mentalist one shots... it's just an invitation!

Thanks for reading, and hopefully reviewing!

Emily xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx