A/N: First, I want to thank everybody that has ever reviewed other stories of me. I love you all, guys, and I wouldn't have written all these stories if it weren't for you! So: THANKS! A big, BIG thanks to you! (tears well up :D)
This is just a prologue for a bigger story. I don't know how long it's gonna be, or how frequently I'm gonna upload it. All I know is that I myself completely LOVE this idea :D. So a big thanks to Essebes, my best friend EVER for giving me this idea! Love you!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.
Jane dove behind the wall that separated their suspect from the team.
Jane hated these moments. Moments where he lost control.
He looked at Lisbon, who occasionally fired some bullets at the man. She was such a hero. Though her appearance seemed different, showing a sweet, loving woman, she was a true bad-assed cop.
She quickly sat down beside him, avoiding the bullets that came flying around her head. She didn't seem bothered by the way their arms brushed against each other.
"You're okay?" Lisbon quickly asked, and Jane nodded.
She smiled, and jumped up again. She fired another few bullets before leaving him, approaching the guy.
And after a few moments, it suddenly went silent, the only sounds heard were Jane's heart beating in his chest and his breath, accelerating. Lisbon must've caught their suspect.
He stood up, looked around the corner and saw, much to his surprise, that Lisbon was laying on the floor, in a big pool of blood.
"Lisbon!" Jane immediately exclaimed, and ran over to her. The suspect had already left. He guessed that was for later care.
He knelt down beside her, lifting her upper body.
He felt is she still had a pulse.
She had.
She opened her eyes, immediately catching his blue eyes with her green ones.
"Who're you?" she asked, and Jane frowned.
"Lisbon, I'm Jane. You don't remember?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"I'm Teresa."
"Oh God… How old are you?"
"Twelve."
A/N: Little short, but what do you think? Let me know in a REVIEW, THANK you!