A/n. It's been months since I last updated all my stories. Sorry about that; but then I am back – for good! Yehey! Anyway, as a coming-back gift, here's a new story, hope you like it. Jisbon of course! From now on I'll be updating regularly...promise.

Disclaimer: Nope.

GOODMORNING SUNSHINE

Prologue

2 weeks before…

Could someone please turn off the lights?

She groaned as she found herself on the same crossroad she faces everyday – to open or not to open her eyes. She already knows what choice will prevail, but, really, there's nothing wrong in wishful thinking. Despite the obvious demand of her job, she still hated waking up in the morning. Sometimes she would reset her alarm clock while hoping that it never ring anymore – that somehow, in the short span of her available sleep time, it will just mysteriously stop, or, at moments of desperation (either for need of sleep or other matters ...) she would hope that she never wakes up anymore.

Looks like today is not her day, for the alarm clock is again blaring its monotonous but utterly disturbing noise.

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

Oh shut up!

She fought hard to open her extra heavy eyelids, but every time she tries, the offending bright lights just forces her to shut her eyes again.

This is the reason why I keep my curtains closed. Damn, looks like I forgot to do so last night.

Gathering all her will, she again tried to open her eyes, but this time, slower and with much caution. The light is still taunting her pupils and she struggled to focus her sight – it seems that her eyes developed a mind of its own overnight. As she attempted to take control of her eyes, she realized that the brightness comes not just from the lights, but also from the room itself.

White walls

White ceiling

White cabinet

White bed sheets

Wait a minute!

Her breath hitched as she registered the foreignness of the room and the bed that she is currently lying in.

Her apple green walls – gone

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her yellow ceiling – gone

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her wooden armoire – gone

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her purple bed sheets – gone

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

SHUT UP!

As panic started to seep through her veins, she tried to take her frustration on the offending noisy machine, but to her horror, she realized she can't move her arms

and her legs

AND her head

As she struggled to make her limbs act on her will, she desperately moved her still-slightly-hazy eyes around the room, but a sudden shadow over took her sight.

What the he-

"Hi Teresa" said an annoyingly familiar voice, and true to that point, she found herself, staring at the angelic face of her devilish consultant – Patrick Jane.

a/n. What do you think happened? Why can't Lisbon move? Where is she? And why is Jane with her? Find out on the next chapter (which I posted along with this). Oh, and I would really, really love to hear from you so please review and tell me what you think. Thanks.

Preview:

Yes, the same man who could give me hell and heaven in a span of one minute, stayed beside me for five months. Really, they can't be serious!