Okay even I agree that I have a lot of Mentalist fanfics started. Well only two but that's still a lot. Here's a third one and now I shall alternate on updating them all. Okay so let's just get this one started shall we? As always all mistakes are mine for I have no beta. I hope it's easy for you to follow along.

Chapter 1: Awkward Reunions

Teresa Lisbon sat at her desk at the CBI trying her best not to think about the date. It was Christmas time and she should be happy. Of course it didn't snow there because it was California after all but she was always happy at Christmas time. Well that was until four years ago. It had been four years. Four years since the death of Wainright. Four years since…"

"Lisbon." She answered her phone which broke her from those dark thoughts.

"Hey Boss, we were got out to a scene at Armstrong Plaza, a woman was found stabbed." Van Pelt told her boss calmly.

"What? Why wasn't I informed, I'm on my way." She said gathering her keys.

"Wait boss, we just wanted you to know that we went out without you because well you know…." Van Pelt trailed off.

"I'm fine Van Pelt really, you guys don't have to worry about me I'm fine. Give me ten minutes and I'll be there."

"Wait boss there something….." Van Pelt heard the dial tone as she hung up.

"Well?" Wayne Rigsby asked as he waited patiently.

"I didn't get a chance to tell her, she just hung up and said she'd be here in ten minutes."

"Grace, don't you realize what you've done, what's going to happen when she gets here. It's going to…."

"You don't think I know that! God Wayne, I mean what do you think it's doing to me?' she asked as she rubbed her belly nervously.

Rigsby took in the demeanor of his wife and realized that this had to be taking its toll on her as well. He looked back at his longtime partner Kimball Cho and even though he seemed so calm on the outside he knew that on the inside he was just as confused as all of them. He just wished that Lisbon was warned, this was going to be harder on her than anyone else.

Agent Kimball Cho had so many questions that he wanted to ask the witness that stood before him, but he didn't know exactly how to bring them up due to the situation. So for the time being and until his Boss showed up he would just stick to the easier questions and investigate the actual crime taking place.

"So you just found her here like this?" he asked the man before him.

"Well no not exactly, I mean when I walked in I didn't know that she was dead. She was just lying there and I thought maybe she fainted or something so I rolled her over and tried to help. I've been trained in CPR and first aid. I thought I could help her but it was too late."

"Mr. Holbrook." Cho stated looking down at the ID again. "You just happened to be in the ladies room that seems pretty strange. What were you doing in the here exactly?" Cho questioned.

"Oh no need to worry officer, I'm not some pervert. My daughter had to go and she's still pretty young, and I had to come in here with her. I figured that it would look a little better if I was found bringing her out of the ladies room instead of the men's you know." He looked pretty nervous.

Cho took in the man's appearance. Mr. Perry Holbrook, he wore very expensive jeans and a nice plaid shirt. His extremely curly hair was all over the place, and his blue green eyes were what kept catching his eye. They spoke volumes to him, and well he found it hard to look away. That was always the case with eyes like that.

"Where's this daughter you speak of?" Cho asked with lack of emotion.

Perry really didn't get what the hell was going on. He had just moved to Sacramento so he didn't know how the law enforcement was here but normally when a guy finds a body and calls it in they say thank you. They don't give a person the third degree. As he looked back at the body he couldn't help but sigh. Poor Rebecca, she was going to be a dancer, her mom was going to be so proud of her. He had to keep his face neutral, his emotions under control. He wanted a fresh start for him and Joey, no one needed to know of his gift. If they knew they would want him to help, and he just wanted to disappear.

"Mr. Holbrook!" Cho said breaking Perry from his thoughts.

"Oh yea Joey, she doesn't like strangers much. Joey you can come out now, these are police officers honey, and they don't want to hurt you.

Cho spun around to the handicapped stall in the bathroom that had been closed the whole time and a little girl came out. She couldn't be more than three. She ran to her dad and put her hands around his leg and hid shyly behind him so they couldn't see her. Before Cho realized he had smiled. She looked just like her daddy they shared the same eyes. He cleared his throat and tried to think of what he would say next to keep Perry from leaving. Where the hell was Lisbon?

Teresa Lisbon sat in the parking lot doing everything to calm her nerves. It had been 4 years and she still remembered the last thing he said to her. How could he say something like that, and then die on her before she could say it back. It was not fair, it was so Jane, but not fair. She looked to the passenger seat and she could almost see him there saying something stupid, calling her woman and then sauntering to the scene to solve it in a matter of seconds. She never figured out exactly how he did it, she knew that he was a mentalist but there had to be something more right? He did it in ways sometimes and he never even had anything to go on. She took a few calming breaths and off she went to do her job. She could cry about the love of her life later.

First thing she noticed when she walked into the empty plaza was all the looks she got. Everyone at the precinct knew the date, hell everyone in the town knew the date and what it meant to her but these look were different. She expected the looks of sympathy and of course the harsh looks of pity and wondering why she was holding on to a man who was dead, but that's not what she saw. She saw some smiles, along with looks of confusion and finally when she reached her best friend Grace Van Pelt-Rigsby she knew something was seriously wrong.

"Grace, what's going on?" she asked the youngest agent.

Then she saw it. It had been 4 years but she would know that face anywhere. There stood Patrick Jane. The last four years had been kind. Compared to the fact that she had attended his funeral and knew for a fact that she thought he was in heaven with his wife, but no there he stood. He looked refreshed. His hair was an unruly mess but it was shorter so the curls were tight and he was smiling. A smile that lit up his whole face, and she knew at that very moment she had come to life. She didn't care that he wore jeans and looked more like a lumberjack, she didn't care that some kid was clingy to his leg for dear life, and she didn't care that he was staring at her like he had no idea who she was. She knew that he was Patrick Jane and he was very much alive.

She took a step forward. "Jane." She whispered. Then her whole world went black.