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A/N: Hey, I'm new here, first Mentalist story. Please let me know what you think :) It's just a story right now, not sure what it will turn in to, but I promise it won't drag on and on, there will be a point to it :)

Another case, another dead body, another day. Teresa Lisbon dropped a folder in her filing cabinet and slammed the door shut, every day was the same. Dropping into her chair, she slouched back and pressed her fingers against her temple, in hopes of easing her pounding headache. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breathes -

"Lisbon!"

Letting out an annoyed groan she opened her eyes and saw Patrick Jane standing in her doorway. More liking hanging in her office, by the door frame, more so reminding Lisbon of a monkey. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the thought. "What?" she snapped, blatantly displaying her annoyance.

"Close case pizza is here!" Rigsby yelled from the bullpen behind Jane, holding a slice up in there as if she didn't believe him.

"I'll be out," Lisbon said with a sigh, her hand resting on the mouse for her computer as to make it seem as if she had work to do.

Jane looked at her suspiciously and slowly stepped into her office. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing,"

"Something is,"

"Nothing is,"

"Lisbon,"

"Jane,"

"Are you really trying to lie to me?"

"I'm not lying,"

"Well, now I'm just insulted," Jane dropped into the chair in front of Lisbon, his hand over his chest in mock offense.

Lisbon fought hard not to smile, and not to look at him, as she kept her gaze on the computer screen.

"Well, you at least have to partake in close case pizza,"

Lisbon rolled her eyes and pushed her chair away from the desk. "Fine,"

Jane jumped up to follow her out in the bullpen, a child like grin on his face, as he reached around her to grab a slice of pizza.

"You know you can just ask me to move," Lisbon stated, as his arm brushed against hers, his face closer to hers than normal.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jane said quietly, the grin still on his face, his eyes flicking, just for an instant, to her lips than back to her eyes.

Lisbon shook her head, but before she could grab a slice of pizza, she heard the ringing of her cell phone in her office. A few minutes later she came walking back out, straight past the pizza, car keys in hand. "Cho, we've got a case. Let's let these guys enjoy their pizza,"

"Hey, we'll come too boss," Grace said, dropping her piece and getting up, before Cho could even swallow his first bite.

"No, it's okay," Lisbon said. "I think me and Cho got this,"

"What about me?" Jane asked.

Lisbon glanced over at him "If you must,"

The red and blue lights were a blur through the drizzled windshield. Lisbon knew what they were walking into, that was specifically why she said Cho. Everything was the same as it had been that night, back when she was a child.

Her brothers were at a sleepover and her father had just come running into her room, pulling her into the car and sped off. The rain hitting the windshield, the wipers wiping them away, all she could see were the blur of blue, red and white lights up the road. Her father going on, tears streaming down his face, something about mom and a car accident.

She remembered being frozen in the car as her father jumped out and ran towards the paramedics...

"What do we got?" Cho asked, as the pulled up to the crime scene.

Lisbon didn't say a word, as her gaze locked onto the lights in front of her. The damaged car that was wrapped around a telephone pole and another car that had its front smashed in.

"Lisbon," Jane said softly, noticing her dazed out expression, he grazed her arm lightly with his fingertips to bring her back to reality.

Lisbon was brought back by his touch, and without answering Cho, hoped out of the car into the light drizzle. Flashing her badge at the officer, who was scribbling down on a notepad under an umbrella, she asked "What do we got?"

"Lilly Fields, the DA's wife. Hit and run. We have a witness that says the car just came out of nowhere t-boning Mrs. Fields right into the light pole. Then the driver stumbled out of the car and the witness says disappeared down that way," the officer said, pointing towards a darkened alley.

Lisbon nodded and swallowed. "We'll take it from here, thanks," she said quietly.

"So you think it was on purpose?" Jane asked the officer.

"That's the question isn't it. Car came outta nowhere, but then why would the person just walk away,"

"You said stumbled," Jane corrected

"Well, yeah,"

"Found this in the car that hit Mrs. Fields," Cho said, ducking under the umbrella with them, he handed Lisbon an evidence bag with photo in it.

"Is that a picture of her car?"

"Looks like it," Jane said, taking the baggy from Lisbon's somewhat shaky hands.

Lisbon looked over at the white tarp that lay over the dead body of Mrs. Fields. Her mind traveling back as the scene played before her. The sound of a car coming to an abrupt halt and car doors slamming made Lisbon whip her head around in time to see a young girl, probably 13 or 14 coming running out in the ran. "Oh my god, is that...mom!" Her father caught her and held on to her, his face tear stricken as well, as he glanced over at the white tarp. The girl clung to her father as sobs shook her body and she buried her face in his chest.

"It's okay sweetie, it'll be ok," her father said, his eyes darting around to someone that could them anything.

Lisbon was frozen. This was scene was all too familiar, all too close to home, all too painful. Tears stung her eyes and she squinted as if it was the rain effected them, but Jane and Cho knew better.

"I'll talk to them," Cho offered, walking towards them before Lisbon could say different.

In her head she heard Cho, and she wanted to take charge herself, but it was like her body had shut down, she didn't even feel like she could open her mouth if she wanted to. Her throat felt parched and her chest tight. She didn't even feel the hand that was running soothing circles on her back, until she felt another hand squeeze her wrist lightly. "Hey," his voice was soft and brought her back to the present.

Lisbon pulled away from Jane, turning her back on the crowd, she stared at the scene before her, totally unsure of how to even approach this case. The young girls sobs were tearing at Lisbon's heart, clawing at memory that made it seem like it was just yesterday, she had discovered her mother exactly like this. Laid out on the pavement, a white tarp over here, rain pouring down, her father holding her close for the last time.

"Teresa," Jane's voice called out to her from the haven under the umbrella. Snapping back to the present, Lisbon blinked a few times and shook her head, realizing she was starting to get soaked from the rain. Turning around she set her jaw and walked over to where Cho stood with the family, now under the cover of an umbrella as well.

"This is Agent Lisbon, she'll be heading up the investigation,"

"Hi, I'm so sorry for your loss," Lisbon didn't even extend a hand, not wanting the husband to have to take his arms away from his daughter.

"You'll find who did this?" the daughter whimpered.

Lisbon swallowed. "I promise. You guys should go home now, we'll contact you if we have any questions, probably expect a visit from us tomorrow,"

Mr. Fields nodded and with his daughter tucked under his arm.

Cho looked over at Lisbon, obviously uncomfortable with the distraught look on her face and the silence that lay between them. "You ok boss?"

Lisbon nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Tell Van Pelt to get the security footage from any nearby cameras. And Rigsby to start rooting around for anything suspicious. See if we can get any ID of our missing person. We'll talk to the family tomorrow, get a better idea of the situation. Let's let them grieve,"

Cho nodded and walked away as Jane came up. "So what's going on?"

"Back to CBI, any evidence that was around is gone with with the rain. We'll talk to the family tomorrow,"

"Sounds like a plan," Jane agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets. He watched Lisbon's face, looking for a read on where she was at emotionally. "You'd be annoyed if I asked so I won't,"

"Thanks,"

"Just know I'm here...if you need to talk...I can listen without talking too, believe it or not," he said with an impish smile.

Lisbon gave a small smile, accompanied with a nod and headed back for the van

When they got back to headquarters it was almost eight. Rigsby had a list of people to question and Van Pelt found nothing on the security cameras. Lisbon took the paper from Rigsby and gave it a once over as she headed to her office. "We'll call it a day, start fresh tomorrow. See ya guys,"

The three members of the team all glanced at each other, than all at Jane. That was it?

Jane shrugged as shoulders as his gaze lingered on Lisbon's as she shut the door to her office and sank down in her chair.

"This has gotta be tough on her," Rigsby said, leaning back in his chair, clicking a pen.

"To say the least, shoulda seen her at the scene when the father and daughter showed up," Cho mumbled, straightening up his desk.

"Maybe one of us should stick around..." Van Pelt murmured.

"I'll do it," Jane said quietly, easing down on his couch and closing his eyes. He waited a few moments, listening to the sounds of three leaving for the evening. He heard Rigsby mumble good luck and when he heard the elevator doors close, he breathed a sigh and sat up. Looking over at Libson's office, he could see her silhouette by the window, looking out at the city.

He made his footsteps audible as not to scare her, as he entered her office. Coming up behind her, he stood just a few inches from her and let out a small sigh. "I have a better view," he said, reaching forward he wrapped his fingers around her elbow and tugged on her arm till it dropped. Taking hold of her wrist he led her out of the office, through the bullpen and to the stairs.

She followed, wordlessly.

Jane steered her over to the large window as they entered the dark attic. The only light in the room were the lights from the city around them. The rain made a soothing pattering noise on the window, as the two stared out at the city lights.

"I look just like my mom," Lisbon whispered.

Jane swallowed, continuing to listen.

"It was on an night, just like this. I was reading a book and he just...came in and grabbed my arm and pulled me out the car. He never said what was wrong, just shoved me in the car, mumbling to himself about her,"

Jane could see the tears in her eyes she was struggling to keep at a bay. He knew if he touched her this precious moment would come to an abrupt halt, but he hated seeing her this way and not being able to comfort at all.

"After that, my dad just lost it. The drinking started, the not coming home, the violence," Lisbon closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. "It started with my brothers being too loud one night while he was drinking. Then anytime any of us did anything to-" she stopped as the tears started falling fast, she placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry.

"Hey, it's okay," Jane put a hand on her back and around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest where he wrapped his other arm around her.

"I'm sorry," Lisbon mumbled, burying her face in his chest.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Jane assured her, running his hands over her back trying to calm her down.

The minutes passed and they just stood there. Jane with his arms around her, Lisbon pressed into him, her eyes closed, the tears subsiding. "Let me take you home,"

"No, no..I'm fine," Lisbon pulled away, shivering from the chill air and the dampened condition of her clothes.

"Oh, geez, you must be freezing," Jane gently pushed her back towards his make shift bed, having her sit before he slid off his suit jacket and threw it around her shoulders. Sitting beside her he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing his hand up and down her arm in attempts to warm her up. "You know you would warm up faster if you took your clothes off,"

Lisbon shot him a glare, with a slight smile tugging on her lips when she saw a grin splashed across his face.

"I'm joking," he said quietly.

Lisbon looked away and leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a small sigh.

Jane was unsure. He had consoled women before, many, but not Lisbon. Well, there was the one time when she was accused of murder, but she had pushed him away so fast, it almost offended him. But now, here she was, allowing him to comfort her, and how badly he wanted to be there for her and for her to know that. But of course, everything seemed to always come out as a joke, she never took him serious when he tried to be.

"I'm always here for you Teresa...whatever you need," he said softly, giving her shoulders a slight squeeze.

When no response came, he peeked under her mess of hair and saw her eyes were closed and her breathing steady. With a sigh, he realized she hadn't had heard him and decided he would save it for another day. Not wanting to wake her, he gently laid her down on the bed and pulled his coat around her more snug. His hands lingering on her arms, just enough time for Lisbon's hands to reach out and grasp his hand.

Jane swallowed and only moved when she gave his hand a small tug and he melted down beside her. Wrapping an arm around her thin waist, keeping his arm OVER the coat, he let her settle against him, and placed a light kiss on the back of her head. Closing his eyes, he expected the guilt and a rush of memories to come at him, but only the peacefulness of sleep enveloped him.

Lisbon shivered in her sleep and tried to get at the warmth she felt coming from behind her. She didn't think she left her heater on, in fact, she didn't even remember coming home. Whatever she was laying on was immensely harder than her own bed, and she was pretty sure, yup, that was an arm draped around her, a hand hanging limply a top hers. Her eyes widened the memory came rushing back, the crime scene, the rain, she was talking with Jane, they sat on the bed and then she closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her.

Another shiver went through her as noticed a faint breath tickle her neck. She felt her whole body react to the sensation and another, harder, shiver shook her whole body.

Jane must of noticed in his sleep, his arm hugged her closer and she felt his head burrow deeper into her black curls. She knew she should probably get up, but she hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time and being in his arms was just so comfortable and natural, she felt so safe.

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