Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist, or the song.

Author's note:

A little about Lisbon, because she's one of my favourite characters. A little glimpse into her past, made up some parts though, and a little Jisbon fluff in the end. :3 Hope you enjoy this chapter. Do leave a review! Thanks.

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Chapter 4 – Three Wishes

Three Wishes – The Pierces

And you want three wishes:

One to fly the heavens

One to swim like fishes

And then one you're saving for a rainy day

If your lover ever takes her love away

She was never always 'Lisbon'. Being the tough cop was the later and more stable part of her life. It wasn't easy, she would agree to that. The sight of death almost everyday would be able to make anyone want to stay in bed and not go into work. Not her though. The victims needed her to solve their unjustified murder. She needed to solve each mystery. Each and every one that fell into her hands. Only then would she feel useful.

When she was young, she was 'Tessie'. Her parents would pick her up and swing her around. To her, flying was one of the best experiences she had. The feeling of air blowing through her hair, the lightness she felt, she loved it when her father carried her. She was her father's favourite. "Tessie," he would say "You're going to grow up to be a famous dancer. You're going to change the world." Her parents had enrolled her in ballet. Her mother had loved ballet, so it was her favourite too. Whatever her mother loved, so did she. Her parents would introduce her as 'Tessie the ballerina' to their friends and family, even though she barely started her lessons.

She became 'Terrie' when her brothers were born. With a five and seven year gap between her and her two younger brothers, they had fun trying to pronounce their sister's name when they were toddlers. 'Terrie' was as close as they could get. They would follow her around, trying to get her to play with them when she had to practice for her upcoming ballet performance. Her mother would lure them away with incentives of ice cream and sugar filled cookies. Her brothers would cheer loudly at every one of her performances. Their sister was on stage, and they wanted her to know that they were there. Her parents would struggle to silence them while trying to hide their smiles. They loved their children. 'Terrie' was the best part of her life.

She took up the role of 'Teresa' after her father became a pathetic drunk. She was the one who settled the issue about her mother's funeral. She took care of her brothers, sending them to school, ensuring they had food, making sure they weren't in trouble and supervised them while they got their school work done. She dropped out from ballet, she couldn't take it. It reminded her too much of her mother. She worked part time at various places, earning money to support her father's growing alcoholism and her brothers. All her father did was scream and shout at them, occasionally hitting them around. The father who hugged his children and carried them around was gone. Instead, he was either violent, or didn't care for them at all.

After she joined the police force, she was 'Lisbon'. No more girly mentions of her first name. No more painful memories of her past would be able to enter her mind while she was 'Lisbon'. She rose up the ranks quickly and got transferred to the CBI. Her hard work paid off and now she got her own team. She got the respect from her team, she got the best of each one of her agents. And however irritating her consultant could be, he gave her his best too. But as years passed and Jane became more optimistic, he stopped calling her 'Lisbon'. Instead he would address her by her given name. "Teresa," he would say, "One day, you'll marry me."

When that day came, she stood proudly, in a gown of white, wedding ring on her finger. Next to her was Patrick Jane with a glowing smile on his face. She wasn't 'Lisbon' anymore, she wasn't anything from her past. She took on the name of 'Jane' professionally. In private, Patrick would call her 'Teresa' in his gentle soothing voice as she told him about her day at work. He had left the CBI. At first, she was puzzled and asked him why he left after they got married, and he told her that it would be a nightmare if there were going to be two 'Jane's in the office. She continued staring at him, waiting for him to seriously answer her. He pulled her to him, holding onto her and playing with her fingers. He told her that now that he had her, he didn't want anything else.