A/N: Okay, so, this was just a one-shot that had haunted my mind for quite a while now! It's a sad story, but also a beautiful one =).
Disclaimer: The Mentalist and its character is not mine. As is the title, which is a song from Les Miserables. I wrote this fic because of that song, it's the most beautiful one in the entire musical!
It was a cold, rainy day in California. The team were at the third crime scene that week, and they were tired. And cold.
"Jane, what do you think about the victim?" Lisbon asked, after a discussion from about an hour to convince the Sac PD that Jane was the good guy and that he was with them.
"Hmm..." Jane said, as he lowered himself next to body, smelled it. He got up immediately.
"This girl is around 19 years old: shot in the chest, several times. Yes, Lisbon, possibly raped." Jane answered Lisbons question before it was even asked. Lisbon suppressed a smile.
"Her father... Is a rich man, influential, and a cold bastard. Doesn't care about his daughter very much... And she is – Well, was, a virgin." He said, and pointed at the virginity necklace she was wearing. Cho wrote this all down, while Van Pelt tried to explain to the Sac PDs how Jane could do that.
"Okay, thank you Jane." Lisbon said, and wanted to turn around to talk to the officers, when she heard a loud PANG!, and immediately after that, she felt an incredible pain in her stomach. In a reflex, she fell to the floor, only making the pain worse.
"Lisbon!" Jane exclaimed, and ran to Lisbon, but another loud PANG! caused him to dive to her.
"Lisbon, are you okay?" Jane exclaimed, and laid down next to her.
"I... I'm fine!" Lisbon said, and Jane sighed in relief. But then he looked down, and his heart dropped: Lisbons shirt was drenched with blood.
"Lisbon, you're hurt!" Jane exclaimed, and wanted to stand up to get help, when Lisbon pulled him back.
"No! No, stay here! I... I'm fine, believe me." Lisbon whispered, and grabbed his arms. She just wanted to have someone to hold. But this was not just someone. This was Patrick Jane. Her pain-in-the-ass consultant. The man she loved.
"I'll be fine, trust me." Lisbon said, to a confused man.
"But Lisbon, I need to get help, and-"
"Patrick, please..." Lisbon whispered, and stroked Janes cheek.
"Just hold me now..." Lisbon still whispered, not able to talk with full volume.
"Please?" Lisbon asked, her voice breaking. Tears stung in Janes eyes. He nodded, with hesitation, and took her in his arms.
And to make things even more worse than it already was, it began to rain. It didn't take long for the clouds to completely drench Jane and Lisbon. There was an absolute silence, none of the two of them wanted to say something, too afraid of saying the last thing they would ever say to each other.
"Do you love me?" Lisbon suddenly asked, which startled Jane. But he didn't hesitate a moment.
"Of course I do." Jane whispered in reply, and Lisbon smiled. Lisbon stroked his cheeks again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Good, I love you too." Lisbon smiled. She tried to sit up, the wound in her stomach aching really bad, and planted a kiss on his lips. Jane smiled.
"I love you so much..." Lisbon whispered again, just to make sure he knew it. But she didn't have to. He already knew how much she loved him.
But his heart dropped again when he saw Lisbon closing her eyes.
"No, Teresa, don't go..." Jane cried, but it already was too late. He kissed her again, and again, tears streaming down his face. He lost someone again. Not just someone. He had lost Teresa Lisbon. The woman he loved. Truly loved.
A/N: What did you think? Let me know!