Hi everyone!

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read/reviewed/liked my stories so far. You guys are great and make me feel positive about my writing( my teachers weren't too keen on my 'confusing' imagination).

I had an idea for this story whilst at work so I scribbled it down on a scrap piece of paper before I forgot it. Not sure where the idea came from, it just appeared out of nowhere. I really hope you like it! Please let me know if you don't

Em-J

Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist

Dedications:

Jisbon fans-romance or friendship, I no longer care as long as they don't end up hating each other!

People who are reading this right now.

Straight jacket

The first thing that hit him was the colour.

White. White walls. White floor. White ceiling.

White straight jacket.

' no! please no! not this please!'

He struggled, knowing perfectly well it was pointless. He couldn't get out of it last time, why would now be any different?. He hated it so much. The feeling of being trapped. Of being helpless.

'please! Help me! Teresa help me!' he cried, tears beginning to fall. Running down his cheeks. Dripping onto the hard cold floor. The white walls where mocking him. Taunting him. Reminding him of his past.

The door opened and a familiar face entered. Her features soft and sympathetic like their last encounter. The expression in her eyes hard to read.

' I should never have let you out Patrick' she told him, her voice gentle yet full of disappointment.

'Sophie please let me go! I'm not crazy!' he sobbed' I want Teresa! Where is Teresa? I want to see her!'

'she doesn't want you Patrick, she never wanted you'. She moved towards him.

' I love her! She loves me…we're together, we're happy'

'she doesn't love you Patrick, I'm sorry' Sophie told him. He shook his head.

' we're engaged. We're getting married next year. You got an invitation' She shook her head as he spoke.

' it's all in your mind Patrick, she doesn't love you. She thinks you need help. '

She was lying to him. How could she lie to him? Patrick couldn't stop the tears from falling as he shook his head.

' is that so?' a small sympathetic smile formed on her lips. ' then why is she the one who committed you?'

Patrick's eyes widened in fear. He shook his head once more as the tears continued to fall. Teresa. Beautiful, amazing Teresa. She wouldn't send him back to this horrible place.

' no, no, no, that's not true! You're lying Sophie, she wouldn't! stop lying!'

Sophie reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a needle. Patrick tried to back away, pull away as she uncapped the syringe. The straight jacket held him in place, there was no way he could fight back.

' sleep now Patrick. ' she said gently ' you won't get better if you don't sleep'.

He whimpered and squirmed, trying to move his neck away from the needle, the poison inside it, but Sophie was too quick. He scrunched up his eyes and cried out in pain as the needle touched his skin.

'PATRICK!'

Patrick Jane opened his eyes, tears pouring down his cheeks. He was free from the straight jacket. Free from that terrible room. A soft thumb gently wiped away his tears, a hand rubbing his back. His eyes met those of his fiancée, giving him instant comfort. Instant reassurance. She was there. She loved him. She hadn't sent him away to that horrible place.

' shhh, it's ok Honey, it's alright Patrick, I'm here' Teresa soothed. She pulled him against her chest and gently stroked his hair.

' you're safe'.

By Em-J

Quite short I'm afraid. Hope you liked it. Please let me know if you did or didn't. Bye for now!