I think I am obsessed. This is my 2nd mentalist fanfiction in just a few days. I need professional help. I wish I had the talent to write one-shots but i never seem to be able to write all I have to say in just one chapter. I need to learn.

It was the dripping noise that stirred Theresa Lisbon from her bleak unconsciousness state. The noise seemed so far away to her ears but her skin said differently. She dimly listened to the watery sound like she would the pulse of a heartbeat. It took her a good while to register that the cold water was dripping against her hand.

Her eyelids struggled to flutter open and for a terrifying moment all she could see was darkness and blurry details. Eventually her vision sharpened and she was left with the sight of a strange high ceiling and wondered where she was. The beginning of fear knot itself fiercely in the pit of her stomach. How did she get here? Where was she? Where was her team?

Slowly she turned her head to the side but the unexpected pain in her head stopped her dead. She bit hard on her lip to stop the cry of pain threatening to escape. Her vision swam for a few seconds as bile rose in her throat. It felt like someone had thrown a chair over her skull.

Once the pain was reduced to a dull throb, very carefully she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. She was curled up against a corner, lying on her back and on the barren floor with just the darkness for company. The only illumination she had was from the slight lights coming through the high windows.

The walls had once been a white color but were now a decrepit memory collecting dust on the floor. There were a few wooden crates and moldy cardboard boxes thrown here and there but other than that the place seemed deserted. In the end her eyes trailed back to the high windows because they tugged at her memory. And then she figured it out. Why was she lying alone in an abandoned warehouse?

Lisbon tried moving but found it harder to do than she last remembered. She seemed sore for some reason except for the burning pain in her stomach. With one shaking hand she reached down and gently touched it. She winced at the resulting ache but found it manageable. But it still took all her strength to sit up. Even so, every movement sent a throbbing pain though her that caused her to yell out. The violent pain in her stomach was beginning to take its toll but she ignored it as panic-fueled adrenaline allowed her legs to gain the strength to lift her battered body to a stand.

Lisbon's breathing had become labored and loud just from such a simple action but her training was allowing her to keep some of her sanity. Automatically and as fast as her bruised body would let her, she reached for her gun to find it missing, just like her cell phone. Suddenly she began seeing black dots but forced them away knowing that fainting was not going to help. Her weak knees were threatening to buckle under her small weight but with sheer will she kept upright.

Her mind was screaming at her that she needed to get out of here before… Before what? Lisbon's green eyes stared unseeingly ahead as she forced herself to remember what exactly was causing this irrational fear. But as hard as she might, she just couldn't remember anything. Her instincts were telling her something but her mind couldn't put it together. And it was right on the tip of her tongue, like a dire warning she needed to understand quickly.

One step at a time she limped with great effort towards the closest door of the vacant warehouse. However the more sound she made, the more her fear increased at the unknown threat that loomed in the shadow of her mind. It terrified her that her body was scared but she herself couldn't remember what the danger was. Terror continued to consume Lisbon until each step was made with a barely repressed fearful sob. Each step was an arduous and time-consuming process as she tried to focus her attention on reaching the door instead of the increasing pulsing pain within her body. Her muscles felt like they hadn't been used in weeks. Lisbon's ragged breath hissed through her clenched teeth until she finally reached the door shaking and barely standing upright. The small woman threw herself at it uncaring of what was waiting for her on the other side, she just wanted to get out!

To her surprise the door wasn't locked and even swung soundlessly as it opened. Lisbon laughed in relief but the movement sent a shooting pain through her abdomen nearly making her fall to the ground. Outside she was hit with the darkness and the moonlight's faint glimmer. The streetlights that worked helped her decide on which path to take.

Carefully looking around for any sign of life, she turned right hoping it would lead to a street. However she soon realized she was in an area that people didn't visit much as she counted the number of abandoned looking buildings around.

But close by she saw the familiar shape of a pay phone. With a newfound sense of determination, Lisbon hobbled to it, her eyes never stopping their search for any sign of recognition.

With a tremendous sense of triumph, she unsteadily raised a hand and dialed 9-1-1. Her adrenaline rush was quickly leaving her system making her feel even more light-headed than when she woke up. She rested her head against the metallic box exhaling loudly as the full extent of her injuries was now gaining in strength and she was quickly losing hers.

"911, state your emergency," the robotic female voice said in her ear.

However Theresa Lisbon didn't know what to answer. She closed her eyes and kept them so to stop the spinning that was beginning to make her queasy.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Are you hurt?"

"Yes," Lisbon replied, her voice raspy and low, sounding like a harsh whisper.

"Where are you ma'am?" asked the dispatcher in a neutral manner. No fear, no panic. Just cool professionalism. It comforted Lisbon slightly.

"I…I don't know."

A tense silence ensued but the woman quickly recovered. "Please stay on the line ma'am. We are going to get a trace on your location and an ambulance will be right there."

But Lisbon was no longer listening as the darkness she had fought so hard engulfed her at last and she fell to the ground out cold. Luckily the call didn't disconnect.

And somewhere in the still California night air, all that could be heard were the faint hellos coming from the swinging receiver getting louder and louder over Lisbon's still body.

Oooohhhhh! Even I like this chapter. REVIEWS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED :D