Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own The Mentalist. I have merely borrowed Teresa for this piece.
Just a little something that came to me while thinking about Teresa's faith, especially in the first half of Strawberries and Cream (when she has that bomb vest put on her). Reviews and crits are welcomed with open arms.
You've never questioned your faith before. Not really. Not since your father. But then he happens. Patrick Jane happens, and you begin to wonder if you've just been talking to yourself all these years, if all the prayers you've said were left unheard by anyone but yourself.
Your faith has always been a big part of who you are, a pillar of strength in your life, something to lean on when everything else is falling down around you. Even the killers you meet face to face every day do nothing to shake those foundations. But Patrick Jane, he's different. At least the killers end up where they're meant to be.
You've lost track of how many times you've prayed for him. Lost track of the times you've all but begged God to save him from himself. But Patrick Jane continues to spiral downwards, each day his grip on sanity and normality seem to slip further, each day he comes closer to losing himself in this bitter battle for revenge. Your prayers are unanswered.
Once upon a time you had faith that it would all turn out okay. That despite everything he would see the wrongs he had done and come around to the reality of what his need for revenge was doing to him and the people surrounding him. But now... now he was too far gone for you to truly believe that to be the case.
You knew this would happen from the moment you met him. You didn't want to believe it, but you knew that, if he kept searching for Red John, eventually he would lose himself. You met a man that day, a broken man, but a man all the same. Patrick Jane wasn't that man anymore.
Sometimes you question whether he's a man at all.