A/N: Though it's my birthday today, I have a surprise for you: the next chapter of this awesome (not) story!
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist. What a shame, right?
"Patrick?"
Jane looked up from the newspaper he was reading. Teresa was standing in the doorway, wearing her own night gown right now. She and Jane had went to her apartment straight after their appointment with the psychiatrist.
Teresa had laughed at all the clothes she'd kept there. She chose all the clothes that looked even a bit girlish, on which Jane had smiled.
Another reason to like teen Teresa.
She now wore a white night gown that ended just above her knees. At the space between her ribs and belly there was a cute pink ribbon.
Jane didn't even knew Lisbon had these kind of clothes.
"Yes?"
"I just want to say goodnight," she said, and walked over to Jane. He smiled.
She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and went to her bedroom.
Jane sighed.
Lisbon better get her memories back, because he didn't knew how long he would survive this.
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Jane laid down in his bed. Well, it was supposed to be his bed.
He still wasn't used to this house, and this bed. The made-shift bed up in the attic of the CBI was way more comfortable than this one.
He wished that Teresa lived with him under other circumstances. Not like this.
He opened his eyes.
Sleeping was useless now, he would only get depressed because of all the thoughts he had, which he couldn't shut down.
He walked over to Teresa's room.
She was sleeping, looking very peaceful as she did. She must be dreaming about her brothers, Jane thought.
He sat down on the edge of her bed, and looked down at her.
He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, to behind her ears.
Suddenly, the expression on her face changed. The cute smile disappeared and she looked very scared now.
"No," she whispered, and Jane frowned.
"No, dad, please, no," she said, this time louder. She began to swing around with her arms, which shocked him. He frantically grabbed her arms, stopping her from hurting him or herself.
"Teresa," he whispered."
"Teresa, it's okay, I'm here," he soothingly said, but Teresa kept on screaming.
He cupped her face, and her eyes shot open.
She flinched when she felt something on her face. She tried to get if off of her, but then she realized it was Jane. Jane saw that tears were stinging in her eyes.
Jane pulled her up, and hugged her.
She swung her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Jane soothingly rubbed little circles on her back. Teresa now cried, moistening Jane's shirt. Not that he mattered, though.
"It's okay, you can cry," Jane whispered in her ear.
After a few minutes of crying, Teresa's breath slowed down again, and she pulled away. She wiped her eyes, and looked him in the eyes.
Jane looked into hers. He could see that she was... embarrassed, especially because she didn't knew who he was.
"You okay?" he asked, and she nodded. She looked at her lap.
"Teresa?" Jane started, and she looked up again.
"Yes?"
"Uhm... You screamed 'dad' in your sleep," he said.
She nodded.
"Does that... mean something?"
"She shook her head.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Because if your dad does something to you, you know you can tell me, right?" he asked, and she nodded.
Jane sighed. Why was talking about feelings this hard for him? He saw Teresa couldn't handle this, and that was it for him. He didn't want to hurt her, and especially not in the state she was in now.
He stood up, and Teresa laid down again.
Without saying anything, Jane left her room, and Teresa went back to sleep.
Jane sat down on his bed.
Okay, so he knew that Teresa's dad did some bad things to her. But what?
He couldn't do anything against it, considering her dad is dead for ages.
But maybe he could help her through this now? Maybe it would pay off when she got her memories back.
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