English is not my first language but thanks to WildDaisies10, my new beta-reader now you can read my first english fanfiction.

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Disclaimer: The Mentalist isn't...you know the rest XD

Two gunshots.

Just two were enough to make me fall like a house of cards.

I should have known what was coming, no matter how confusing it was. Even Jane wasn't sure of who the killer was until we arrived at her house and as a greeting I ended up with my body full of lead.

Damn! I was a senior agent. I should have seen it coming. Just because an 18 year old girl has an angelic face does not mean that she cannot be the one responsible for her father's death.

Crap. I didn't wanted die yet. I tried to make that clear to the paramedics working on me, but I couldn't seem to speak. The only thing I could do was listen to the "1, 2, 3…" and feel the constant, rhythmic pressing on my chest. It was annoying; I couldn't even control my own body.

Was I breathing? I didn't know. Everything was dark and blurry. Even the pain was surreal, as if it was outside of me. Maybe I was already dead and now I was just a spectator watching my own departure.

But I didn't want to die.

I didn't.

"Please Jane, let them do their job," said a voice that sounded like Van Pelt.

Jane? It was kind of ironic that he was the reason why I didn't want to give up yet. We both had a goal to complete. Jane has to kill Red John, and I have to catch the bastard serial killer before Jane does. I can't let Jane destroy himself in a selfish attempt at revenge.

Suddenly the pain that had been eluding me began to catch up. I then had two options; Resist it until God knows when, or just run away from it. It was obvious which choice was the most attractive.

"Teresa."

It was him. It was finally his voice I was hearing. His annoying voice. The one that made me lose my patience, yet made me smile against my will. The one that I secretly wanted to hear every morning

"You can't leave now. You have to stay with me…"

Ok, I got it. He needed me to catch Red John, but the pain was too strong and the option to escape from it too tempting.

"I can't lose you too," he said in an almost inaudible but determined whisper as he held my hand.

Those words made me feel like it was necessary to try and stay, or maybe it was just the shock from the pair of defibrillators on my chest. I still don't know, but in that moment instead of having to choose between life and death I got immersed in a deep, but very earthly, sleep.

I don't know how much time I spent in this sleep, but the next thing I knew was I was waking up in a hospital room. I looked around but I couldn't see anything but darkness. It must have been midnight

"What happened," I mumbled groggily.

"You got shot, Sleeping Beauty."

I was surprised to get an answer. I didn't know I was with someone else until Jane turned on the lamp next to my bed and smiled at me from his chair. He looked exhausted yet relieved at the same time.

I tried to get up but he wouldn't let me.

"You're tired, and you're on painkillers. You need to sleep, Sleeping Beauty." he warned me in a half serious-half amused tone. "We almost lost you out there, you know?"

Yes, very well.

"I was just unconscious, I'm not tired." I lied with difficulty. My eyes were drooping again. Damn painkillers.

"Get some rest. We'll talk in the morning." he said, grasping my hand again. "I won't let you go again. Don't worry."

"I know," I responded giving him my best smile. I quickly fell asleep comforted by the fact that he was with me.

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