a/n Thank you for everyone who reviewed: Mia66, lysjelonken, Jisbon4ever, klcarr892, Country2776. Really appreciated it. And also to all who placed this on their favourites and alerts. Well, here's the second chapter. Some questions will be answered but a whole new set of questions will be raised *mischievous grin*. Hoped you liked it.

Disclaimer: Still no. Sadly.

Goodmorning Sunshine

Chapter 2. Really!

So here's her current situation; she's lying in a hospital bed, heavily stitched, gauzed and casted, suffering from numbness and light-headedness, getting confused by the minute because of a weird-acting consultant and currently staring at the face of a smiling little girl, who had been hiding underneath her bed.

Maybe I'm still sleeping. Maybe this is some sort of dream-inside-a-dream thing. Maybe my mind is just playing me. Maybe I'm hallucinating – some sort of side effects from too much morphine. Maybe I'm still in my bed, sleeping peacefully, after closing – or maybe not totally closing – a new Red John case.

"Hello" said the little girl.

Maybe not.

She couldn't help but smile at the little one. The enthusiasm radiating from the small hunched creature is very contagious and before she knew it, she was already extending her less injured right hand for the girl to take. With a mesmerizing smile, which is a little too familiar, the little girl took her hand and hoisted herself up without any difficulty, and before she knew it, Lisbon found herself looking at a very, very, adorable little creature.

She's probably three to four years old and she's wearing a white T-shirt with a sunflower imprint matched with pink pants and sandals. Her wavy blonde hair which runs up to her shoulder is accessorized with a single Mickey mouse clip and her hands are behind her back as she try to desperately hide a very big book – in which she is currently failing because it is too big and the girl's too small that Lisbon could easily look over her and find out what she is hiding. But above all of this, what caught Lisbon's attention is the face of the little girl. Innocence is heavily projected by the greenish blue orbs staring right back at her, while the little nose reminds her so much of the times when she used to tweak her little brother's nose and her smile is simply comforting, almost like that of an angel, but what disturbs her the most is the familiarity she feels when she looks at the face of the girl. It reminds her of...him.

"Hi" she said as she smiled at the little girl. "What are you doing underneath my bed?"

She watched as the little girl's smile grew into a shy one. "I was hiding." answered the girl. She was swaying side-to-side like all little children do when their hands are caught inside the cookie jar. And it only made her look more adorable.

Lisbon's smile continued to grow as she got on with her inquiry. "Why are you hiding then?"

The little girl seemed to contemplate first before answering her again. "I was hiding because you were sleeping."

The answer only made Lisbon quirk her eyebrows further. On the first place, what is this cute kid doing inside my room? Wait, if she was the one giggling, then she must also be the one stroking my hair. But why would she do that?

"Yes I was sleeping, but I woke up because someone was stroking my hair. Was that you?" she asked. And with that, she watched with amazement as the expression of the little girl grew from being shy to guilty and back again. All of which are very adorable by the way.

"Yes, I was holding your hair because it's so soft." the little girl replied and to Lisbon's amazement, the kid took a step forward, placed her very large notebook on Lisbon's side and then raised her hands. It took Lisbon a few seconds to realize that the girl wants to be hoisted up into the bed and at first it had her worrying because even though the kid is small, her arms are still heavily bruised and it might not be good for her to exert strain to it, but when she again looked at the eyes of the little girl, she just couldn't resist. To her surprise, she easily lifted the little girl to sit beside her.

She smiled at the little girl. Even thought she had only met her for a few minutes, it feels like they have already established a connection. The funny thing is she doesn't even know the name of the little girl. And so, she decided to find it out.

"My name is Teresa, what's yours?" she asked.

The little girl remained silent for a few seconds, staring at her with those soulful eyes and seemingly contemplating on whether to answer her or not and it made Lisbon anxious because she might have crossed some line.

Oh, right, golden rule no. 1, don't talk to strangers. But come to think of it, she's inside my room and she had already replied to some of my ques-

"My name's Tennessee" came the small reply. And again, to Lisbon's surprise, the little girl inched closer until she is practically wrapped up in her arms. Aside from that, the little girl even reached out her hands and played with a few strands of her already long wavy brown hair and it got Lisbon thinking of how innocent she was.

If she allowed such closeness between her and a stranger, she might become an easy target of bad guys. Lisbon couldn't help but to suddenly feel protective of the little girl.

"Tennessee, don't you think it's time to go back to your parents? They must be looking for you now?" she asked because as much as she wanted to talk with the little girl, her maternal instinct is kicking in and she knows how it feels when someone from the family went missing. She had a lot of practice with that, who wouldn't, when you have to take care of three hyperactive boys.

"That's alright, my daddy will find me." said Tennessee and she only continued to play with Lisbon's hair. "You know, my daddy is so good at finding things and people. Many people go to him so that he'd find their things and other people."

"Really?" said Lisbon who also started to stroke the little girl's hair since the small one had been playing with hers for a little while now.

"Yes, my daddy is very good. You know, when we play hide and seek, he would always find me and once when I got lost in the mall, my daddy immediately found me and I didn't even have to cry." the girl said, which made Lisbon chuckle. "And do you know my daddy used to be on TV because of that".

"What's the name of your daddy then?" asked Lisbon, because really, curiosity killed the cat.

The little girl stopped playing with her hair and looked at her with those big greenish blue eyes. "He's name is Patrick Jane" said Tennessee.

And as if it's possible, the whole world stopped for Teresa Lisbon.

a/n Soooooo. What do you think? Tell me! Hahahaha. This is getting exciting. Do you feel it too? Tell me! And btw, thanks for reading!

Preview:

Because really that can't be possible. I mean, I have only been asleep for five months now and this little girl is already what? Four years old? No matter how much I bend and twist my mind, mathematics just simply don't allow this kind of situation, unless he ke-