Okay, I got this idea when listening to Darkening Sky by Peter Bradley Adams. It's played in The Mentalist when Rebbecca dies. (His Red Right Hand)

Disclaimer: No, The Mentalist or the song is not mine. *weeps bitterly*

PLOT FOR FUTURE REFERENCE: Teresa Lisbon is taken to hospital after Red John has shot her in the back. Takes it badly. Destroys her and Jane's kid which is inside her, she goes mad. Jane finds out. Devastated. But Red John decides that enough is enough and Patrick Jane has lived for too long...


The Darkening Sky

Teresa Lisbon was staring Red John right in the face. His face, however, was masked and did not show any emotion, it just gave an eerie pantomime-like quality to what was a situation that was anything but comical. Patrick Jane was gagged and bound to a chair. He was blocked by Red John, though Lisbon could see him pleading with his beautiful eyes for her to just go and save herself. As if Teresa Lisbon would abandon Jane now, not when they have Red John nearly in their grasp.

As Red John turned his head to face Jane for a matter of seconds, Lisbon quickly took her gun out of it's holster. Just as her finger was about to press down on the trigger, Red John turned and drew out his own gun.

"Not so fast, my dear," he leered. Lisbon's heart began to pound heavily in her chest, fear was consuming her body...

Red John's gloved fingers squeezed the trigger, tighter, tighter...

All Lisbon felt was excruciating pain in her upper back, but the pain spread and quickly all of her felt like it was on fire. But blackness came from the pain and greeted her, taking her to a painless world of unconsciousness.

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Teresa Lisbon woke, disorientated, in a bland hospital room. Her pain was masked by morphine and her mind was groggy with over-sleeping. A motherly nurse was looming over her and when she saw that Lisbon was awake, she smiled and finished fiddling with various wires that were attached to Lisbon. The nurse padded out of the room and soon the door swung open again, to reveal Patrick Jane.

A thought crossed Lisbon's mind. My baby.

"What about my baby?" Lisbon yelled, traumatised. Jane frowned at her, puzzled. A solemn doctor strode in and stopped in front of Lisbon, who was having a panic attack.

"Miss Lisbon? I have some bad news,"the doctor announced. Lisbon's head snapped up to look at him. "I'm afraid the bullet entered your womb from the back and the force killed your child. I am terribly sorry."

Jane was confused. What baby? Oh my God, Lisbon was pregnant and she didn't say? And now Red John has KILLED LISBON'S CHILD!

Lisbon was rocking and whimpering, Jane had never seen her like this.

"Lisbon?" Jane said softly to her. She looked up at him, her pretty green eyes brimming with tears. "Lisbon, I'm sorry. I really am. Why didn't you tell us that you were pregnant?"

At his words, Lisbon seemed to shrink into herself. Timidly, she spoke.

"I didn't need to t-tell you," she stammered. Patrick Jane saw straight through her lie. But if she didn't need to tell him, it was fine. He'd work it out.

Suddenly, the door opened and Cho and Van Pelt burst into the room. Rigsby quickly followed, holding a half-eaten muffin aloft.

"Lisbon, we heard about your baby," Van Pelt said, in tears. "I can't tell you how sorry we are."

Hearing this, Lisbon whimpered louder and clutched her stomach. She murmured inaudible things to her deceased baby, cradling her abdomen. The light in her eyes had vanished and the team could see that they'd lost the old Lisbon. This was just an empty shell.


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