A/N. Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out this story, I hope you enjoy it! Just letting you know it's my first story, so I apologise in advance
The mistakes are all mine, however the mentalist and its characters are not. One can only wish... :) So this story is set at the beginning of season 2, before Hightower started her reign, Bosco died and Minelli left.
Thanks for reading!

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Carmine Mall

Prologue

Teresa Lisbon was not scared of many things.

For example spiders certainly annoyed her, but no way was she arachnophobic.
Heights didn't bother her, in fact she relished the views. Yet stood here, looking four storeys down she felt bile rising in her throat.

I know what you're thinking "Surely she's scared of heights?

She isn't.

Teresa Lisbon is scared of dying.

Scared of the gun currently pressed against the back of her head, and of the mentally insane criminal at the end of it.
So frightened of the insane Adam Taylor, convicted of killing 12 people (not including his most recent bloodbaths), and shaking because of his arms wrapped around her waist, as a lover would embrace his beloved. To the camera crews below, it almost looked like a loving couple stood on the roof, except they knew he was a killer, however they were unable to see the gun pointed at the much discussed 'Teresa Lisbon', her blood matted curls and her hand cuffed wrists pressed against Adams chest and her own back, trying to hold her ground as he urged her forward toward the roof edge.
It seemed like a suicide pact.

Teresa Lisbon was scared of dying.
And most of all, terrified of his gently whispered words;

"Dont worry now we'll be together at last Teresa, no one will separate us again my love..."