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Chapter 3: Mind Games. Needle games

A pair of eyes like water were staring at her intensly, full of curioisty and somewhat confused. His body was leaning on the door of the stable, hands in his pockets, legs crossed.

Teresa turned around, leaving her horse and made a couple of steps until she reached in front of him. She raised her eyebrows and her mouth gave away a gentle smile. His suit was now replaced by a T-Shirt and jeans that looked used. The curls that were on the top of his head were as messy as Lisbon's thoughts as she was trying to figure out what to say.

"I don't like silence. It is frustrating. Maybe you can try and answer." Patrick Jane said.

The woman looked at him with an expression that read "You kidding?". A chuckle escaped from her lips as she answered his 'challenging' question.

"I don't like seeing fake psychics messing with people for money. Especially when they are said to be good looking… It makes me wonder if you are using that grin of yours to make anyone say yes to your affirmation or is it just a chick magnet."

"Lisbon, Lisbon… You know my powers are real. You know that, deep inside…"He said as he was getting closer and closer to her. To that approach the woman stepped back a bit.

"I think what both of us know for sure is that you are a con and that your charm doesn't drop my panties."

To that Jane began laughing, his chest shaking as if it was going to burst open with joy.

"Well, you surely are one hell of a lady. Do you always act like that with men?'

"Only with narcissist cons." Teresa replied with a grin.

"'Well, this narcissist con is getting a message about you." Patrick said putting both of his hands to his head. "You were born out of marriage and you have one…no…two brothers. Your dad is unknown, but your mom worked at the circus…"

The dark haired woman was surprised of his statements that were true, but she couldn't let him win.

"Bullshit, you asked someone about that!" Lisbon said crossing her arms.

"You were taken as an aprentince for horse shows when you were in your teens, a bit too late.. Before that you did something else, but it didn't work out."

The more he talked, the more she felt attacked by his entrance into her personal space, as if he was reading her like an open book. Each page he was turning made her past more exposed… The past she was desperately trying to run away from. She had to stop Patrick and the only way to shut up was stay strong.

"And if that is the information you get from a spirit, then who is that? Spirit of Coke? No. Spirit of the wind?"

"It is so sad you don't believe into the ghost of your beloved mother… The thing is that she wasn't so beloved, wasn't she? Her doing was something you hated, something that made you turn your back to her. Wasn't she sleeping with men for money? Isn't this how she got you?' As he was talking, Jane was watching his target closely, examining her expression, her reactions. Watching this woman was fascinating, intoxicating and he couldn't stop reading her, even if she was a forbidden book. Patrick knew that he was hurting Teresa, but he couldn't stop. In a way, he was using her reactions to extract her story. With each of her frowns, with each of her glares, he knew that he was close. But now the psychic was dangerously close.

She was staring at him as if she was ready to throw a horseshoe to his head and crack it open. What the fuck did he want to know? When would he stop? She couldn't handle as her past was brought back to her after how far away she hid from it. And now all of her effort turned to nothing, the armor which covered her was nothing more than dust at her feet which was blown by his words. Teresa Lisbon couldn't handle it anymore.

"Stop a little Patrick." She said getting very close to him. They were inches close when she whispered: "Bend down a little, I wanna tell you something."

Silently, the man bend a little, putting his ear to her mouth, waiting for her statement.

"You're an asshole' she hissed. Her voice was one of a snake, venom dripping with each of her words.

The moment Patrick lifted his face up and his grin conquered his face, Lisbon's hand slapped his face, letting it so red that it looked like it was touched by a heated iron, not by a human hand. He stood still, unable to move, as Teresa left the stable, the sound of her steps getting lost in the night. When he was able at least to move, he looked out and noticed nothing else but the light of the moon, that was melting into the darkness of the night.

Looking up to the stars, he noticed the evening star along the moon. Patrick couldn't stop himself from thinking 'It is so close to the moon, always in her presence. If this woman is my moon, for now I am pleased with being her evening star: watching her close and enjoying the light we both caress the earth with.'


She was upset.

No, she was mad.

She was curious.

No, she was furious.

All sorts of emotions were in Teresa's mind, battling each other, creating a mess she wasn't so sure that she could handle or that she knew how to lock away.

Contrasted to her feelings was the atmosphere post show. Everyone seemed so happy, as the entire circus 'camp' turned into a party. People with glasses and smiles were looking at her, staring to be more exact. The music was a bit loud, the drunk ones were a bit too many. All of a sudden, the newcomer felt the need to join the later category, drown her problems into a glass of whatever booze the others were getting. She didn't know how her hand ended up with a glass of beer, she didn't know when did she finish that one, nor when she asked for the next one. With each sip she was getting further and further away from what just happened. Each glass brought her further away from Patrick and closer to the morning.


God knows who took her to her cabin or what she had done that night. Each memory was swimming in her head. All she knew was that it was morning and she was in a train heading to San Francisco with her new team.

Grace was brushing her hair on the bed while the pick up was playing some jazz. The sound of the music couldn't make up for the sound of the train, but it was better than nothing.

As Teresa shifted her body to face Van Pelt, the redhead turned her cat eyes to her roommate.

"None of us had any idea that you are such a party animal, horse girl." She said with a grin. "Well, in fact, I suspected that but what I didn't really predict was that would carry you to your bed when you got too wasted. What did you do to him? Hypnosis?" her voice turned into a chuckle as Teresa threw a pillow to the nosy girl.

"Shut up! You don't know anthing! That guy is an asshole!"

To that statement, Grace rolled her eyes.

"I suppose he did to you what he does to every newcomer. He read you, didn't he?"

Lisbon remained silent and turned her face to the ceiling of their compartiment.

"Judging by your reaction that is exactly what he did. Don't worry, he does so to all of us. Be thankful he didn't do it in public, as he did to me." Her roommate said getting of her bed and approaching the other woman. "You know, instead of being all pouty and nasty, maybe it is time to get cleaned and get something to eat before you go to Mrs. May for your new costumes."

With a frown, Teresa got out of bed and changed her clothes.

"New costumes, huh? Let's see how those turned out."

After doing her morning routine and having something to eat, she headed towards the costume room. The entire train of California Circus looked a bit old and dirty, but Lisbon didn't mind. It was her new home after all. From the compartiment she was passing by she could hear laughter, music and every sound that you could imagine.

It didn't take long till she reached her destination. Once she opened the door, a big room full of fabrics, costumes and sewing machines was revealed to her. Everything was sparkling.

She recognized Hightower from the other night getting fitted in some new costumes. Behind her there were two hands that were working on the costume the trapeze artist was wearing.

"There you go girl. It's all done for the next show. Let me know if you wanna change anything, ok?" said the lady behind. Teresa instantly assumed that she was Mrs. May.

As Hightower exited the room, the costume maker made a high pitched sound and waved her hand to bring the newcomer closer.

She was a woman in her 40s, with her hair pulled back in an elaborate bun and wore a blue dress made of a satin. She was a bit chubby, but every trait of hers was in harmony.

"The new one! Come, come! I am so glad you are not a fatty! We can reuse some of Angela's old costumes, just a couple adjustments at the bust… " Mrs. May said while she was scanning Teresa from her head to her toes. She opened a drawer and pulled out a corset made of velvet which had a tiny skirt attached that was very puffy at the bottom part and put it in the hands of her new model. Unsure what to do, Lisbon stayed still but it wasn't long until she got indications.

"C'mon girl! Put it on! I ain't got no time cuz in two days we hit Frisco! You'll get your own new costumes soon but now we gotta use all we have, ok?"

After putting it on, Mrs. May began adjusting it for Teresa. Sometimes she pinched the girl with a needle but she was quick and skilled.

"Man, girl! We have so much to do with the bust! Did your momma forget to add the meat on your chest? The other girl surely had something in there. You two are so different at body and you are giving me so much to do. Maybe next time you come 'round here, add some meat so I won't have to do so many adjustments."

Lisbon wasn't used to hear anyone make comments regarding her size but she stayed silent because that woman had the needle and she liked her skin stay intact.

When she returned to her room, she found herself alone so she threw herself on the bed and began planning her first show with California Circus.


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