A/N- This is my first fanfic ever! Im not much of a writer but i'm trying! I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer- I don't own The Mentalist or the characters! Just love the show!


Damn Tommy Volker. With every person he kills or has someone kill for him, he is only making it worse. And sometime he has to slip up. No one can be perfect all the time. Even Red John has left some clues as to who he is even though we haven't caught him yet.

Tommy Volker made me break a promise. I keep my promises as best I can. Those girls didn't deserve to die. The promise I broke was to keep one of them safe and I didn't, thanks to Volker. Yes I hate that I broke the promise but what I hate more is he is getting away with murder. And thats worse. Who cares about a broken promise! I need to put this rat away once and for all.

The drive home from the crime scene was quiet. All I could think of was Volker and how in the hell I was going to bring him down. All my attempts have been failures so far. I cant let him get away with what he has done. Thats why I accepted Janes help. I really did't want to but what else am I supposed to do, i'm out of options. And Jane closes cases, so if he have a shot at bringing Volker down, he is the only one we have.

*Flashback

"Jane, I need your help" I said while looking at the body of my suspect. I was on my way to question the guy when Volker and Van Pelt had called and told me we were to late.

Jane looks at me with questionable eyes but nods anyway. "Of course Lisbon, I told you I would help."

I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying I only herd him agree and then my mind went into over drive! Thinking of all the ways I have failed I started to get real angry! With my eyes were glued to the bodies I was unaware of what was going on around me until I felt a couple of warm fingers under my chin coaxing me to look up at him. I reluctantly look at Jane. My breath caught in my throat as he looked me in the eye. His hand moves from my chin to my cheek so his thumb could whip away the tear that escaped. Looking down in embarrassment, I didn't even know I was crying! Why am I crying?

"We will get this scum bag, Lisbon! I promise!" Jane said taking a tiny step closer and bending his knees to look me in the eye. He gave me a smile and nod to make sure I understood what he said. All I could do was shake my head yes. I was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace.

This was so unprofessional, but at this point I simply didn't care. He mad me feel safe and confident. So hug him back, wrapping my arms around him and leaning my head against his chest. His arms are around my shoulders with his chin resting on my head. I took a few deep breaths and then reluctantly pulled away from Jane.

" You should get home Lisbon, you need your rest. We have a murderer to apprehend!" Jane said taking a step back and punching me in the arm playfully with a big grin on his face.

"Thanks Jane" I rolled my eyes and walked towards my car.

*End of Flashback

Arriving home was comforting, I really just wanted to forget todays events. Have a nice hot shower and then climb in bed and forget. Walking through the door I shut it behind me and lock the deadbolt. I unholster my gun and put it in the drawer of the table by my door. Taking my shoes off and putting them neatly next to the table I pad into the kitchen for a drink. After drinking a glass of water to clear my head I start to make my way up stairs to take that shower I was looking forward to.

Coming to my room, I strip and step into my bathroom. After turning the shower on and waiting for the water to become the right temperature, I set out my towel and collect my soaps. Stepping into the shower I let the hot water run over me for a few minutes. The beads of hot water hitting my back felt like it was removing more then just the dirt from the day, It was washing away the stress and worry. For a few moments I was at peace and my mind was blank. I wish I could stay this way forever but there is a murderer on the loose. I need to pull myself together and get this guy!

I wash my hair and body with my favorite shampoo, conditioner and body wash. Jane had once told me I smell like cinnamon and ever since then I have used the same wash. I don't really want anything different. When I step out of the shower I wrap my self in my nice fluffy white towel and make my way over to my dresser to find something to wear. I decide I want to be comfortable and the only article of clothing I feel completely at ease in is my "Lisbon" jersey. But thats in the laundry down stairs. Deciding it was worth the trip, I start towards the door to my room. When I get to the top of the stairs a strange feeling comes over me and makes me stop. Something is out of place.


A/N- please review! I would like to know if its worth continuing and if its a good start!

*Hailey