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"Please sit down Patrick."

Doctor Hill points towards the couch, he smiles slightly when Patrick choses his chair instead. He looks at his patient, sitting back in the chair, his legs crossed and his hands laid loosely clasped in his lap, staring at him, daring him to object.

"You seem in a good mood today."

"Do I?"

Doctor Hill sits on the couch and points to his chair.

"Either that, or you want to take charge of the session today."

Patrick studies him for a moment, a slight smile on his face.

"I don't need a couch to know all about you Doctor."

"Is that right?"

"You came from a privilege background. You travelled a lot as you child, your father was in politics….yes an ambassador. Your mother shun the limelight of that world as much as possible, preferring to raise her only child. She instilled in you self-confidence and a good work ethic, which held you in great stead for your medical studies. Your father was absent a lot because of his work, but you never held that against him, he was there when you needed him."

"Very interesting Patrick. It's fascinating to see your skills at work, first hand."

"I'm glad I amuse you. But there's a sadness in you…it all came to a halt in your teen years…a tragedy…not your family…a friend. Yes a friend, it's why you became a psychiatrist."

Jane's demeanour sobers up.

"Your friend committed suicide. I'm sorry doc."

Doctor Hill shifts position.

"That's all right Patrick, it was a long time ago, but it affected you. Do you know why?"

Patrick shakes his head. He noticed it within himself too, but attempts to deflect. He works hard to give off the relaxed persona he had before.

"Not me doc."

"I believe you don't remember, but it's not important so shall we move on."

Patrick reads something in the doctor's face and leans forward.

"You know something, I don't remember, but something happened and you know what it is."

"It's not pertinent to your present Patrick."

Patrick inches forward in his chair and searches the doctor's face.

"If I don't remember then it probably happened after the death of my wife and child…Yes…..It had something to do with it…"

Patrick flops back in his chair and speaks almost in a whisper.

"It was me. I tried to kill myself."

Doctor Hill instinctively moves closer to the edge of his seat to be closer to his patient, who is, now, staring at his hands.

"It's understandable Patrick, you lost everything in horrific circumstances."

Patrick looks up, his face unreadable.

"I guess."

He's lost in thought for a few moments and then suddenly stands up.

"Do you mind if we call it a day, doctor? I don't feel like carrying on right now."

"We should talk about it Patrick."

Patrick plants a smile on his face.

"I know and we will, just not today."

Doctor Hill shrugs

"Okay, but I want to see you in a couple of days."

"I'll make the appointment on the way out. Bye doc, thank you."

The vibration of his phone as it rings in his pocket brings Patrick out of his thoughts. He pulls it out and holds it to his ear without looking at the display.

"Hello?"

He hears Teresa desperate voice on the other end.

"Patrick, finally. Where have you been, why haven't you answered your phone?"

"I did, I'm talking to you."

"But I've been calling you for an hour."

Patrick looks at his watch and it's been two and a half hours since he left Dr. Hill's office.

"I'm sorry Teresa, I didn't realise the time. I'm on my way home."

"What have you been doing?"

"Just walking."

The nurse said you left your appointment early. Is everything all right."

Patrick looks at his shoes, deciding on his answer. He doesn't want to lie, but doesn't know if he wants to open this particular box with her. But then again, does she already know? Did they have the kind of relationship where he would have told her?

"I'm okay, just needed to do some thinking, and I lost track of time."

He knows it's a bit weak, it doesn't explain why he didn't answer his phone, but she accepts it.

"Okay."

"I'm on my way home."

Thankfully, Austin and Maddy take his attention when he gets home, and then he cooks dinner. Then it's baths and bedtime stories. When Patrick enters the living room after finishing his book with Austin, Teresa closes some files she has open on her lap and stands up.

"I've made some tea."

He waves her off.

"That's okay, I thought I'd have an early night."

She stops and turns to look at him, her voice is kind but firm

"No you're not, you're going to sit down there with a cup of tea and tell me what happened today."

"I thought psychiatrists session were confidential."

"Something has rocked you Patrick, I can see that"

Patrick feels sick as his stomach muscles tighten with stress. But then feels hope as she continues:

"We promised to be honest with each other. We agreed it was the best way to deal with this. It's how we've always been, since we married."

"Okay."

He sits down on the couch. He waits with a mixture of impatience and dread as he hears Teresa moving around in the kitchen. He suspects he's going to learn more about his depressing past that the serial killer, Red John, threw him in to. When she hands him his cup he takes a sip and then puts it down as he notices a slight shake in his hands. He can see she notices it too. She sits herself next to him and her eyes are full of concern as she looks at him.

"What happened Patrick?"

He struggles with how to open the conversation.

"I need to ask you a question."

"Okay."

He takes a deep breath and just says the words.

"Did I attempt to kill myself, in my past?"

He can see that Teresa's taken aback by the question, it's not what she was expecting. He realises at that moment that she'd been concerned it was something about them, that maybe he decided to leave, that he'd decided he'd had enough. He can't help but marvel at her strength, she forced the issue, wanting to know, rather than be left wondering. She quickly recovers.

"I know you were under psychiatric care, in a hospital, you've never gone in to the details. I haven't felt the need to know, it was understandable after what you'd been through, I didn't see it having any bearing on our future."

"I was in a hospital, the padded walls, locked room, the whole bit."

She nods.

"From what I understand, yes. The doctor who treated you, Sophie Miller, became involved in one of our investigations and you told me about it then."

"When?"

"Four or five years after you joined us. It wasn't in your record."

Images flash across Patrick's mind, the CBI offices, Teresa's concern, his embarrassment, It was a major revelation for him, but, he liked her, he trusted her, he wanted to tell her. A part of him wanted her to know, he could feel it. Even then.

"That Agent, Van Pelt, interrupted us."

"Yes she did. You remember?"

"Bits of it."

More images appear, of a blond woman in a white coat, a white room, a red face.

"Can you just let me sit here for a while….things are coming back."

"Of course."

Patrick closes his eyes and lets the images flow. With them he can feel his despair, his wretchedness. Unknown to him, tears are falling down his face, Teresa touches him, letting him, feel her, letting him know he's not alone, and waits for as long as it takes.

Going down to London today, sightseeing tomorrow and then picking my oldest daughter up at Heathrow as she moves back here from the States. I may get something published on my phone, will see, but depending on her jetlag and other family visiting, not sure how much time I will have for writing so posting my be slow for a little while. Only time will tell, but I'll do my best.