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Jane and Teresa knew each other long before the CBI. Lisbon is hurt by someone she is 'close' to and Jane is there to help. Something goes wrong and he is forced to break his promise to keep her safe. Years later, at the CBI, Jane and Teresa meet again. She is injured by someone and forgets what happened. When Jane figures out they are both still in danger, will be be able to keep them safe?

"Lisbon? Teresa, can you hear me?"

The bright lights were everywhere it seemed. She had a horrible ache running from the back of her head down into her back, and was covered in bruises.

"Jane? What happened? Where am I?"

"You don't remember?" he asked concerned. "You don't remember what happened to you?"

"I… it's all blank. What happened?"

"Oh, dear. This may be a problem. Let me go get the doctor," he said letting go of her hand. She didn't even notice he had her hand in his until the warmth disappeared.

"Jane, please."

He froze. Did Teresa Lisbon just say those words? They had sounded so desperate, so scared. He turned around to see who else could have said that and accidentally met her eyes. That confirmed it. The emotions running through them were not mistakable. He had only seen her like this one other time. It was months ago when she had been drugged and framed for murder. This time however, it was much, much worse.

"I, uh, don't think you want me to be the one to tell you."

"Jane, do you remember how we met? Do you remember the day we found out that we knew each other since I was 13? How surprised we were that we had found each other again?"

"Yes, and I will never, ever forget."

Teresa Lisbon ran out of her house with tears pouring down her face. 'Why me' kept running through her head.

'Why did you do this Mom? Why did you leave us? Didn't you know this would happen?'

With her lungs burning and her body aching, she collapsed to the hard ground still crying. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Leave me alone. I hate you!" she yelled at her father.

"I'm not going anywhere. Well, not until you smile anyway."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"Apparently. What might the matter be?" he said with a small, genuine smile.

"Nothing. I wouldn't want to bore you," she said as she held back more tears that threatening to fall.

"I assure you, I will not be bored. Where else does a 16 year old boy have to be when he has no family or home."

"I'm sorry," she said, clearly upset at this news.

"I'm not. I'm not sure many other people care enough to help a young girl who is upset. If my life was different, you would most likely still be here in tears and would not know what to do. What do you say we go sit somewhere and talk for awhile?"

"I guess. Okay."

"Great," he said as he offered her his hand to help her up.

She kept her hand in his as they walked over to a bench in the park.

"I appreciate this. You were right. Who else would listen?"

"So what has you so upset?"

"My, uh, father, though he hardly deserves that title."

"He hurts you," he stated with a knowing look.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"Let's just say I'm good at that kind of thing."

"Psychic?"

"No such thing," he laughed

"Oh," she laughed back.

"What did he do to you?" he asked serious again.

"Uh…" she started warily.

"You can trust me, really you can," he said trying to urge her on.

"For some strange reason, I already knew that. I did the second I saw you."

What she just admitted made her cheeks change to a light pink. He put his other hand on top of both of their's.

"He hits me. Please don't tell. I don't want him to do it again and he will if he finds out I told someone. I would have nowhere to go. Please," she begged.

"Hey, hey, I won't tell anyone. It's alright, your secret is safe," he comforted as he moved a hand to her hair. It made it's way down the side of her face and under her chin. She leaned into the touch, just slightly.

Lifting her chin up to make her look at her he said, "Or, you could come with me. I would keep you safe. I promise. I would make sure no one ever hurts you again."

"My dad would kill you if he ever found you."

"So we will go far away."

"School…"

"Now you're just looking for excuses," he said with a grin.

"I… I don't want you to get in trouble. Or hurt or anything for that matter."

"I'll keep you safe. I have an idea. I have an aunt in New York that I used to visit during the summer when I was younger. I am sure we could go there for awhile and figure things out."

"Yeah? I'd like that. But, you have to promise me you won't let him get me."

"Never. He will never touch you again."

She leaned into him and breathed deeply. He smelled so good. She found her self wondering how she was so lucky. How could she be trusting someone she just met with her life? She knew the answer to her own question. Anything would be better than what she had, and she could just tell. She knew. And it was enough to push away all her fears. She had never felt so safe. Not even when her mother had been with them. Before she abandoned Teresa, anyway.

"We will be okay," Jane told her.

"I know," she responded.

"Tell me Patrick, please."

He looked at her for a moment before he started to talk.

"Alright, I suppose."

He paused again and took a deep breath. She looked at him, waiting.

"Teresa, you were attacked."

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