A/N: Happy The Mentalist Sunday, guys!
Woah I can't wait for tonights episode, it's going to be so intense!
Thanks to everyone for their comments on the last chapter, I really appreciated them. I'm so sorry This update took so long, but University started and I have so many work to do, there's barely time where I can write. But well, it's here and I'm thankful for everyone who sticks with me, even if the updates take longer.

A huge thank you to Nerwen and Totorsg for betaing! Oh and if you look for something hot to read, please check out Totorsg's M-rated oneshot "Let's Lay Down And Make Love"! It's a super hot tag for 6x01 ;)

Now enjoy!

(5)

Jane watched the closed elevator doors for a few more seconds, before he realized they wouldn't open again any time soon. Instead, he stepped back and walked inside his suite and closed the door, unsure what to think of the whole situation.

It'd been a completely spontaneous action to ask Teresa to come with him to LA and stay with him until next week. Spontaneous but also foreseeable, after he couldn't let her leave yesterday night. She must have been rather confused about his offer, since he hadn't made any attempts on her in the sexual way in the first place.

If he thought about it, she'd seemed rather desperate to take it in the end and to get as much money out of it as possible. Not that money ever was an issue for him. He could have easily hired one of Walter's "friends" if he wanted to, but he hated being bored by superficial women he didn't like anyways. It was different with Teresa. There was no denying that he liked her. Teresa fascinated him like no other woman after his wife ever did. She was mysterious but funny, stubborn with a soft side and had a lonely soul like he did, mixed with fire that was bubbling underneath. Not to forget she didn't take anything for granted like most of the women he went out with. Not that this had been a date, but she'd been so thankful and shy about his behavior, it made him smile while thinking about it.

Slowly, he went back over to the dining table and sat down, grabbing the last bite of croissant that was lying in the little basket.

Teresa…

He hated the fact that he'd made her cry when he guessed her name right. That was not something he liked to see… Teresa crying in front of him or merely because of him and something he'd said. Jane felt very sorry for her.

Why had she reacted so sensitive when he'd said her name? "I haven't heard someone calling my name in a long time", she'd said. Something must have happened to her, something very bad. He'd mostly guessed right yesterday night, when he'd wanted them to "talk", but there was more behind the story. She didn't look like the typical type of a hooker for him either. This girl must have been in some big trouble to take this path and because she didn't want to bemire her own pretty name… she'd changed it.

On the outside she seemed tough-as-nails, but once pushed the right buttons, she was almost an innocent, scared child to him. The nightmare he'd witnessed confirmed it. She wasn't like the hookers you usually found outside on the street, she was different. He needed to gain her trust – although something told him he already had – and get to know the story behind the red-haired hooker Trixi and the broken woman Teresa. Maybe he could help her to get things straight once she opened up to him…

Sighing, he came to the decision to do anything to help her, no matter what dark secrets she had. He'd start right off with bringing her to LA, introducing her to his lifestyle and once the week was over, he'd make sure she had everything she wished for...

The ringing of a phone on the nightstand ripped him out of his final thoughts. He rose to answer the call, almost expecting it to be her, but where would she have gotten his number from? Jane was foolishly surprised when the caller turned out to be Cho. Oh right, he'd almost forgotten about his driver.

"Cho", he greeted him cheerfully, "What can I do for you? How is our blonde stripper friend feeling?"

"She has to stay at the hospital for two more days so they can watch her. Didn't like it at all, but she was thankful because we saved her", Cho answered without any emotion in his voice. Patrick couldn't stop his grin. Oh he could imagine how thankful the blonde lady had been towards Cho.

"Well, it was you who did the main work on that guy, but the important thing is that she's feeling a little better. I shall thank you from her friend for driving with her to the hospital. She wanted to come, but she had some other business to attend."

"I'll be waiting at 10 am in front of the hotel, so we can go back to LA."

Always getting to the point, Jane thought smiling. Maybe he just didn't want Jane to point out that he was a little sweet on the blonde stripper. "Oh, actually there is a little change of plan. We'll have someone accompanying us to LA and we decided to meet later in front of the hospital."

"You're bringing the red-haired hooker friend of Summer's?", Cho asked. If Jane listened closely, he was sure he almost heard a bit of a surprise in the Korean's words.

"Actually she's brunette – surprise, surprise – and her name is Teresa. But yes, she's coming with us. Any further questions?" Cho remained silent, so Jane figured it was better to clear anything else off in person. "Good, I'll meet you at half past ten in front of the hotel and then we'll drive to the Valley Hospital Medical Centre."

"Okay." With this, they hung up. Jane tossed the phone on the bed and let himself fall down on the bunch of unmade blankets and pillows. Well, this bed was much better than the couch he slept on. He had to make sure they either had two bedrooms in the hotel in LA or a comfortable couch.

When he turned his head, the light scent of cinnamon mixed with spring flowers invaded his senses. He took a moment to inhale the sweet scent, dipping his nose closer to the pillow and breathing it in, memorizing it. Teresa smelled as sweet as she looked.

The entrance area of the hospital was full of visitors and people waiting, because the waiting room was overfilled. She hated hospitals, hated them almost more than being a hooker, because they reminded her of her dead mother. Marie Lisbon had been one of the best nurses in the Saint Anthony Hospital in Chicago. Sometimes, when Teresa had been still little, she'd taken her with her to work on her station. That's why she'd wanted to become a doctor… to help save lives and know that you did something good with your knowledge. Well, until that drunk driver had hit her mother and she died. From this moment on, hospitals were a constant reminder of what she'd lost and the bad things she experienced after her father became an abusive bastard.

Taking a deep breath, she finally stepped inside, knowing she had to do this for Summer.

Teresa had to wait in line until she finally reached the tired looking woman at the reception desk, who seemed to want nothing more but to sleep.

"What can I do for you, my dear?"

"I'm looking for Summer Edgecombe. She's been hospitalized yesterday night after a fight."

"Are you a relative?", the woman asked. Teresa knew it was just procedure, but she just wanted to see her friend.

"No, but I'm her only friend in this town. I'm here to bring her some clothes and stuff…" She held up the bag, smiling questioningly.

The woman sighed and pointed towards the elevator doors: "She's in room 359 B on the third floor."

"Thank you", Teresa smiled and ran towards the elevator, which doors were just closing. A woman held them up for her so she could slip inside, muttering another "Thank you" and pushed the button for the third floor.

Summer's room was sterile and white, filled with five other patients, who were separated by thick green curtains. It smelled a bit like urine and something she couldn't define, so she wrinkled her nose and closed the door behind her, walking around the first curtain to see who was lying there. She found summer after the third curtain, carefully pulling it aside and peeking inside. Summer had her headphones on and was watching TV on a small screen that was attached to the left side of her bed.

The moment Summer recognized her, the blonde woman put on a big smile and turned the tv off. "Tammy! What a surprise! It's so good to see you. What are you doing here?"

"Well someone has to look after you and bring you some stuff", she answered, setting the bag on the end of the bed. "How are you feeling? I'm so sorry I couldn't drive with the ambulance, I had to tell Lorelei and I had a shift and…"

"Hey, I'm fine. Kimball took good care of me."

"Kimball? Please don't tell me you have a thing for the Asian driver", she laughed.

Summer blushed, holding up a hand to shush her: "I know how it is and I'm glad you told Lorelei. It's so nice that you brought me some stuff! This hospital gown is totally ugly! But most of my clothes were covered with blood, so I couldn't wear them. Just put the bag in the small locker over there later."

When she moved too rapidly, Summer grimaced because of the pain that went through her head. "Careful", Teresa answered, "Stay still, Summer. I don't want you to be here longer than necessary. So much for "I'm fine." Obviously you are not."

"Okay I agree it hurts… a little, but it's okay Tammy. You don't have to worry about me. If you ask me about that woman next to me, who pees herself every five minutes, that's a different topic." Teresa suppressed a grin. Well that explained the urine smell.

"I can hear you, little harlot", a voice next to them called offended.

"Shut up, bitch!", Summer answered annoyed, rolling her eyes at Teresa, who smiled. She took time to eyeball her, noticing with wonder that she wasn't wearing a wig, but wore her long brown hair open. "I never saw you without a wig! Woah, you look gorgeous, you should wear your hair like this more often."

"Thank you", the brunette answered playing with a strand of her hair. Summer was right, she usually wore a wig, so people wouldn't recognize her.

"Naah, it's not just your hair. Nice outfit, too – who are you trying to impress?"

She blushed immediately, knowing she picked the most normal outfit she had from her stuff, even if it existed out of a blue bleached hot pants, a cream colored blouse with ripped off arms and black sandal heels. Teresa threw a quick glance at the clock on the wall. "I have to leave soon… Lorelei gave me new shifts, you know. I paid the rest of your rent for the month, so you can rest a little before you go out on the streets again."

Summer watched her with a watery smile: "Thank you so much, T… You're the only one who's ever been nice to me. I'm going to miss you."

The brunette gasped in shock. She hadn't slipped anything, right? Oh my god how did Summer know? And if she knew… "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I don't know nor did I see anything. Just be safe, okay my friend?"

"I… I try", Teresa managed to say. Her heart clenched when Summer raised a hand, waiting for her to grab it. She stepped forward, grabbing her hand and patting her friend's cheek. "I'm going to miss you, Summer. You're the only friend I ever had in this hell of a place."

"No wonder, you're both dirty harlots", the old woman next to Summer's bed added grumpily.

"Shut up, bitch!", Summer and Teresa answered at the same time and grinned at each other.

"Good bye, my friend. Take care!" She saw Summer's watery eyes and left the bed, pulling the curtains closed, before the blonde could see she was almost crying, too.

When Teresa emerged from the hospital, she only had a bag made out of black fabric in her hands, holding onto it like her life depended on it. Just then, the well known dark blue BMW stopped in front of the building. She raised an eyebrow, when no one else but Patrick Jane himself stepped out of the back on the driver's side and waved shortly. Teresa walked up on him and got into the car on the passenger side, consciously ignoring Jane's attempt to hold the door open for her on his side.

Jane didn't let that bother him; instead he got in, telling Cho to bring them to LA.

"I wasn't sure you'd really come", he said calmly, watching her to clutch the little bag in her arms further. Of course he knew she'd have come, he just needed something to start the conversation with rather than asking what was in the small bag and where was her suitcase.

"You knew I would", Teresa answered, looking out of the window. It felt more like a dream to her than reality. She was finally leaving this hell of a place towards the city she always wanted to go.

"Well you can't be sure about that. I'm not a psychic. How is your friend Summer?" Jane sensed Cho stiffening in his seat. Well he knew the Korean would start to pay attention when it came to that little stripper friend of Teresa's.

"She is going to be fine. Actually she's strong enough to complain already about the people she has to share the room with, so it can't be that bad. Thank you again Mr. Cho for your help last night. I shall send the best regards from Summer."

Jane watched his driver in the back mirror. It almost looked like he smiled - almost. "Well my dear since you didn't bring anything along, I guess you have to go and buy a dress for the meeting I want you to accompany me to this evening. I hope you are fine with that. I'm afraid I have to go and meet my boss once we arrive, so there is not much time for me to go with you. But you're a big girl, I'm sure you will be fine with it."

Teresa shot him a glance saying "don't call me that", but then she looked away biting her lip.

Afar from the fact she just didn't have anything appropriate to wear for such an occasion, there was no chance she could have smuggled anything more out of the building than the stuff she actually did. "Yes I'm going to be fine with that", she murmured.

They passed the sign saying "Drive Carefully. Come Back Soon!" and headed down highway 15 to Los Angeles. After the last suburb and a few single houses, the car entered the hot desert, with nothing more than sand, a few stones, dried bushes and the asphalt.

She felt Jane's constant gaze on her, but she didn't dare to look back. This was the third time she left her former life behind. First, when she left Chicago for LA, second, when she knew she screwed everything up and decided to become Trixi the hooker and now third, when she decided to go with Patrick Jane. She really hoped this wouldn't be the worst of her decisions…

Jane would have paid all the money in the world to know what she must be thinking right now. Of course he could just ask, but he didn't want to disturb her. Teresa's face was concentrated and the wrinkle between her eyebrows made her look older than she was. Another thing he had to ask her about when the time was right. Until then, he'd be fine with just watching her mysterious beauty.

After a little less than two hours, Cho pulled over at a gas stop and a diner, so they could have lunch together. It was a nice break, where Jane managed to break the ice between him and Teresa a little more. The best moment had actually been, when she'd laughed over his story about the old elephant lady Rosie. Even Cho managed to crack a smile, although he tried to keep the conversation and especially emotion to a minimum.

Maybe, Jane thought, he should have asked him if he wanted to bring Summer along to LA. He was sure Teresa wouldn't have minded to have a friend close in a city she didn't know.

Xxxxx

Despite Teresa's witty comment when Jane decided to have some scrambled eggs with toast, they finished lunch and got back into the car, a nice quiet settling over them again. Cho turned on the radio, knowing Jane's favourite music was jazz, so they listened to the sound of pianos and saxophones, until Jane was barely able to keep an eye open.

The lack of sleep from yesterday night seemed to make itself felt. Darn, he was growing old. Whatever, they had two hours and nothing but desert ahead of them, so a short nap wouldn't hurt, especially since it was going to be a long evening for him and Teresa. A glance to the woman in question told him she was already in dreamland. He just hoped there were good dreams at the place she was right now.

With a smile, he tucked her hand which was resting alone in the middle of their seats in his and closed his eyes.

Xxxxx

When Teresa woke up, she felt more tired than she had when she fell asleep. She sighed, not wanting to open her eyes and pressed her head back into the shoulder it was leaning on. It was soft and smelled good and warm and… Wait - shoulder?!

The brunette sat up straight in shock, her head bumping against Jane's, which had been resting above hers. She jerked away; her eyes open in shock, while the businessman looked more confused than anything else.

"Ouch", Jane mumbled tired, rubbing the side of his head.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, Mr. Jane. I must have fallen asleep."

"There's nothing to feel sorry about, my dear", he said suppressing a yawn. He looked out of the front window and recognized the familiar skyline of Los Angeles. "We're almost there anyways."

Jane squeezed her hand, giving her a reassuring smile. Just then Teresa realized they'd been holding hands the whole time. She blushed and entangled hers from Jane's, giving him a shy smile. Jane didn't like to loose the comforting contact of her small warm body, but he let her. Maybe it was a little bit too much for her after all.

"Is this LA?", she asked excited when she looked out of the window. She felt like a small child, seeing a big city for the first time. To be honest, she had to prevent herself from pressing the nose against the car windows so she'd have a better sight.

"Indeed", Jane chuckled. "Have you never been here before?"

"No, but I always wanted to go... Will we drive through Hollywood?"

Jane smiled: "We can if you want to." The sparkle in her eyes was answer enough, so Jane tapped Cho on the shoulder. "Would you mind doing the short version of the tourist tour?"

"Not at all", the driver answered and turned left, following the sings towards Hollywood.

Xxxxx

Jane couldn't hide his grin after they finished the "tour" through Hollywood and Cho stopped in front of their hotel. Teresa was beaming with happiness, babbling like a child about everything she saw.

"Do you think we can go up to the Hollywood Hills and visit the sign for real?", she asked, "I mean we don't have to, if you don't want to, but… and the sea, oh please can we go and visit the beach?"

"Of course my dear. I'll try to make some space in my schedule." The brunette bit her lip, debating whether to hug him or to kiss him. In the end, she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, mumbling "Thank you".

"You have an appointment at Mr. Mashburn's office at 4 pm and it's already 3:30 pm", Cho reminded Jane, who couldn't take his eyes off Teresa. The man in question shook his head, to clear his thoughts and pointed towards the hotel on their right side.

"We're going to stay here for the rest of our visit. Cho is right, Teresa, I'll bring you upstairs and then I will have to leave. Are you okay with this?"

"Of course", she answered smiling and took her bag into her arms. Again, she didn't wait for Jane to open the door for her; instead she got out and watched the tall hotel complex, taking a deep breath.

A page came, to unload the trunk of the car, to bring Jane's little suitcase into his room.

"Come on, then", he said, guiding Teresa into the hotel, his hand resting on her small back.

They were greeted by a tall, brawny, rather serious looking man at the reception. He nodded towards Jane, greeting him very formally. "Good day, Mr. Jane. I hope your journey to Las Vegas was succeeding?"

"It was, thank you, Mr. Bosco. I just wanted to let you know that I'm back now. Were you able to arrange the suite with the two bedrooms for me?"

Bosco shot Teresa a glance, before he nodded and pushed two key cards over the desk. Jane thanked him again and lead Teresa towards the elevators.

"You know, you didn't have to get a new room for me, I could have slept on the couch."

The businessman gave her a smile: "I knew you would have, but I dragged you all the way over here, so that's the least I could do for you. Here we are."

They stepped out of the elevator. Teresa followed Jane towards a door at the end of the hallway, waiting for him to open it up. The room was similar to the one they had in Vegas, only the two doors on the left and right side of the wall indicated the existence of two bedrooms.

"Pick one", he said cheerfully, pointing towards the doors, "I'll have the other one."

With a thankful nod, the brunette went over to the left double doors, opening one of them carefully. "I think I will take this one", she mumbled while watching pretty interior and the queen-sized bed on the wall.

"As you wish", Jane smiled. He went over to her, pulling a golden credit card out of his wallet. "Since you didn't bring anything with you, I told you, you had to go shopping. I'm afraid I have to leave now, but I'm sure you will find an appropriate outfit for the evening. We're going to an exclusive dinner, in a very fancy restaurant, so please make sure your outfit fits. This card has no limit, so if you see something you like, go and buy it. Like I said, I will pay for everything you need during your stay with me, you don't have to ask. Here."

Teresa hesitated when he gave her the credit card, not sure if he was serious. She could take that thing and run off elsewhere. It was astonishing he trusted her with something like this, although they didn't even know each other for 24 hours. She decided to take the card as a sign of trust and held it close with two hands. "I… I'll try to find something. I won't disappoint you."

"No, you won't", the businessman answered with a soft expression on his face, touched because Teresa didn't take his request as a simple excuse to do some exclusive shopping for herself. He could see in her eyes that she really wanted to show him she could do this on her own and that he could trust her.

"You will find the best boutiques on Rodeo Drive. If you don't want to walk there, just take a cab… Have a nice day, my dear." He brushed her cheekbone with his thumb, before he stepped away. The touch of his warm thumb on her soft skin gave Teresa the chills.

"I will await you in the lobby at half past seven. Try to have a little fun, I know you're not the shopping queen type of woman", Jane grinned, although he felt a little bad because he had to leave her alone.

A little annoyed, she stuck her tongue out and made a funny face behind his back, blushing furiously when he turned around and gave her a knowing smile. She closed the doors of what now would be "her" room, not waiting for Jane to leave the suite first.

Oh god, she did it. Slowly, she let herself sink down on the bed, while reality was crushing in on her. Teresa pulled the picture of her and her three brothers out of the black fabric bag and watched it, her fingers gliding carefully over the frame.

She was in a city she didn't know, with a man she didn't know, but somehow all of that didn't frighten her, no. Now she knew what to do, even if her first plan didn't work out, this was her chance to make a new start. Teresa sat the picture on her night desk and looked for a good place to hide her money, where the cleaning staff wouldn't find it. There was the safe in the wardrobe, but she didn't want Jane to ask her any questions about it.

"Does this stupid hotel have no hiding place?", she mumbled. Perhaps it would be easier to hide the money elsewhere, or to rent some kind of locker at the train station. The problem was she had no time. Jane expected her to be all dressed up in less than four hours, so she really had to hurry.

Darn, if this place was as exclusive as he said… she'd have a problem. Her mother had taught her a little about the manners of etiquette, but only the basics like holding the fork in the left hand and the knife in the right. Yes, she was screwed, but that was a problem she'd think about later.

Sighing, she grabbed one of the pillows and opened the sheets. This had to do until she found a better place to hide the money. For a minute, she debated whether to leave the frame on the night desk, or if it would give too much away, but she wasn't ashamed of her family – at least not of her brothers – and since Jane knew about them anyways, the frame could stay where it was. Who knew, maybe she would start to trust the businessman as much that she'd tell him one day… Although she doubted it.

Yes, Jane had to trust her at least partly, because he gave her his credit card and sent her shopping. She could simply run off with it, buy everything she needed – not that she'd so something like this. Her mother always taught her to behave well and not to use people in ways like this, even if fate taught her different.

Maybe she should finally admit that she failed, not just to herself, because she did this a long time ago, but also to her brothers. They wouldn't have to know the whole story, but she could tell them she was about to come home, with no graduation, but with some money to support her brother James's medical studies. The dress she had to buy could wait a few more minutes.

Teresa walked out of her room, looking for some kind of phone. She found it on the big wooden desk, where some of Jane's paperwork was lying in a neatly order. He didn't look like he had a thing about cleanliness, but maybe it was just because he'd ordered the hotel employees to bring his stuff from his old, to this new room.

She picked up the phone and sat down on the couch area, dialling one of the few phone numbers she knew by heart. It took some time until someone answered on the other end, but when it finally happened, her heart made a jump.

"This is Thomas Lisbon."

"Tommy, it's Teresa", the brunette mumbled, pressing the phone closer to her ear as if that would bring her closer to her brother.

"Reese?", the man on the other end asked surprised, "Wow, I expected anyone but you. How are you?"

She swallowed hard; knowing she hadn't called in a few weeks, but it was difficult to fine a time and place where she could make sure no one was listening. "I know and I'm sorry. I've been very busy the last few weeks. How are you and the guys doing?"

"If I'd known you going to Police Academy would mean you could never come home, I'd have never let you go, Reese. We miss you. It's been two years now since the last time we saw each other. You don't even let us visit you in Las Vegas."

"I know, Tommy, I know and I'm so sorry, you can't even believe me how much I am", she answered again, apologizing for everything.

"Are you ashamed of us? Or are you ashamed of yourself, because it didn't work out at the Police Academy in Los Angeles? You don't have to be embarrassed; we're your brothers, Reese. You can tell us everything."

Teresa had to suppress her tears. She should have called James or Peter instead of Thommy. He was the little one of the three and she was more a mother than a sister to him. It was so hard to face the fact that she'd disappointed them; he was seventeen for god's sake!

"I'm not ashamed of any of you, never let anybody tell you that, okay? I'm calling, because I wanted to tell you that I'm coming home in about two weeks."

"You are?", he asked with a mixture of shock and disbelieve, "But… but it's not even spring break, why… Is everything okay, Reese?"

"There is a lot we have to talk about, but the only thing you need to know right now is that I'm coming home to you, Peter and aunt Julie. Just do me the favor and don't tell anyone, okay? I want to surprise them."

"But James would want to see you, too, I can…"

"No", Teresa said, "no, don't tell him just yet, promise me."

"Okay, I promise you I won't tell anybody. I… I can't wait to see you."

"Neither can I", she smiled, tears bubbling up in her eyes. It's been too long since she last saw her brothers, leaving for California with her bags packed, not knowing she'd never arrive there in the first place. "Now tell me, how are applications for college going? Did you already think about where to go and what to do? How is aunt Julie?"

"Aunt Julie is as grumpy as ever. I have the feeling she can't wait until I'm finally gone." Teresa remembered that after her father killed himself, her father's sister in law was the only close living relative they had, who agreed to take care of the four orphans. Sometimes Teresa wondered if things had gone different, if her mother's sister in Ireland would have agreed to take them, but she was a single mother, having three little children herself and it would have been impossible to take in four more at that time.

Tommy continued: "I'm doing this program at the moment in school and if I'm good, they might offer me a scholarship for college here in Chicago. Peter said that I could rent his old single-room apartment then, because he and Claire are moving in together next year."

"That sounds great", she said smiling, being truly happy, because her youngest brother might get a scholarship for college and the second one would move in with his high school girlfriend. The latter were very interesting news.

The siblings continued the chit chat for ten more minutes, until Teresa threw a glance at the clock on the wall. Darn, she should finally go and buy that stupid dress like Jane had asked her to do. She excused herself, telling Tommy her afternoon class would start in a few and hung up with the promise to call him, once she knew when she would arrive at the airport next week.

After she hung up, Teresa needed a few seconds to get herself together. Phone calls with her brothers were always funny but heart aching at the same time. She felt so badly because she lied and was still lying, but once she got home, she told herself, she'd tell them the truth. They didn't need to know she'd been a hooker though.

With a deep breath, she checked her pocket for the golden credit card and left the suite towards the elevators, ready to start the shopping tour.

A/N: Well, here we are. Now you got a little more background information of Teresa. In my fic, Lisbon is very young, let's say 23/24 I haven't decided yet, so I hope you weren't confused ;) I really hope you liked it and if so, make sure to click on the review button :D I'm looking forward to write the next chapter, because there's going to be a scene in it we all know – the Pretty Woman shopping scene yay hehe :D
Now I wish all of you an exciting night and lots of fun with the new The Mentalist episode (although I think it's going to kill us) o.O
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