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"Did you sleep well?" Jane asked, as Teresa come downstairs, into the living room. Jane had to admit: it was strange to see the Lisbon he knew dressed in one of his shirts.
Teresa just nodded.
It looked as if she had a rough night.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Jane asked, and Teresa shook her head.
"I'm not hungry," she whispered, and Jane nodded.
"Plausible. Probably still the morphine, right?" he asked, and she smiled a faint smile.
She walked over to him.
"But I would like some milk," she said, and Jane grabbed a cup out of the cupboard. Not that there were much in it.
He poured the milk into the cup, and Teresa took it.
Instead of sitting down on the couch next to Jane, she kept standing in the kitchen, looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I still don't understand it. Who are you? And all the people yesterday seemed to remember me, but I don't know them. And where are my brothers and my dad?" she asked.
"Too many questions, Teresa," Jane said, and just when he finished his line, Teresa accidently dropped the cup of milk.
Her eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry!" she immediately exclaimed, and Jane stood up. Teresa seemed to be panicking because of this, because her breath accelerated, and tears began to sting in her eyes.
"Sorry!" she kept screaming, and as Jane approached her, she raised her hands in defense. Jane raised an eyebrow.
"It doesn't matter, Teresa," he softly said, but she already ran off to her room.
That was strange. Jane wasn't angry with her. It had been a useful cup anyway, he wouldn't miss it one bit.
But it seemed as if she had the idea that he would hit her. And that really worried him. Because the only one that would have been capable to hit the twelve year old Lisbon was... her dad.
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"So, Mister Jane, Miss Lisbon...," the psychiatrist, Dr. Erik Brickner, began, and looked up from his clipboard.
Teresa looked at Jane, and he smiled gently.
"Teresa, I'm going to ask you a few questions, all you need to do is answer them, okay?" Dr. Brickner asked, and Teresa nodded. The doctor was around 30, Jane estimated.
The doctor asked a few questions, some of them were really difficult, but she still failed in answering every question.
"Let's go for an easier one then. What year is it?"
"1984."
"And what's your age again?"
"Twelve?" The doctor frowned, and wrote some things down.
"Tell me about your family," the doctor said, and looked at Teresa again.
"Well, my mum died a few months ago. Car crash. My father is very sad about that. He was actually really sad about it. I now temporarily take care of my brothers. But I don't worry about it," Teresa said, and Jane closed his eyes.
"And your brothers?"
"Oh! James is thirteen, he's really smart. Michael is ten, he's just... annoying. But sweet sometimes. And Tommy is eight. He's just really sweet. He always treats me like my-" she said, but stopped mid-sentence at the awareness of what she was going to say.
"Your mother?" Dr. Brickner asked. Teresa nodded.
"It's okay."
As the little 'chat' progressed, the answers on the question became much more unbelievable. Jane had stood up, walking out of the room. He had heard enough, he didn't like hearing this all. Of course, he knew a few things already, but he had the feeling he didn't belong there, like everything she told was too personal. Like he wasn't supposed to know all these things.
He entered the room after ten more minutes. The two looked up at him, and Dr. Brickner smiled.
"I'm sure now that this will only last for two weeks. It is a severe head trauma," he said.
"Can we force anything on her? Like telling about you-know-what?" Jane asked, and the doctor thought.
"You can, but be sure to do it subtle. No need to damage her, right?" the doctor asked, and Jane shook his head.
"Make her feel comfortable, make sure she begins to like you, and then, the memories will soon return."
"Okay. Thank you," Jane said, and stood up again. Teresa followed him, waving at the doctor and giggling.
"How old do you think Dr. Brickner is?" Teresa asked, as they walked through the halls. Jane smiled.
"Why? Does somebody here have an eye on him?" Jane teased, and Teresa smiled.
"No!" she exclaimed, and hit his arm.
Jane was starting to like this side of Lisbon, even if it wasn't a right side.
He always knew that people were much more fun when they were teens. And now, he knew for sure.
But he needed to find out why Teresa had been scared of him that morning. Because if he wouldn't do anything about it, she would soon leave him, and he wouldn't want to be responsible for anything that happened to her after that.
A/N: Jane finally discovers a bit of Lisbon's past. Finally!
Dam dam! Jane finally begins teasing Lisbon again :D.
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