The great Patrick Jane was doing another one of his famous psychic readings on live television. He had the world in his hands, everyone in the room was wrapped around his finger. The master of manipulation, the wealthy father, the good looks, Patrick had it all.

But tonight was a special night, after telling them what he had discovered about Red John he would become world renown for his psychic abilities.

The time has come and he sits next to the interviewers after briefly scanning the crowd to make sure that everyone was watching. But during his 'trance' there's someone who catches his eye. A cop has entered and is silently searching for someone, her brother.

She's beautiful for being a cop, her dark brown hair framed her face perfectly and she had these beautiful emerald eyes. He watches her go to the empty seat next to her brother and sit down, whispering to him as to get him to leave.

"Is he okay?"

"Someone give him some water!"

It didn't occur to him that he had been in his trance for so long. He blinks to snap out of it and smiles at the interviewer.

"I use my psychic abilities to know more about Red John."

There are murmurs in the crowd and the all gaze at him with excitement.

"And what do you see?"

"He's an-"

The cops gaze cuts him off, her silent plea is loud and clear. She's begging him to stop.

"An what?

He raises a finger to silence the reporter and notices the cop trying to make her escape.

"There's a damaged soul here, it belongs to someone whose been hurt by Red John. She begging me to stop, she doesn't want me to say what he is."

He sweeps his gaze over the crowd to act like he's searching for her, and his eyes lock on to hers.

"It's you."

Her emerald eyes widen in shock and she quickly looks away, she's trying to leave but the people in her row convince her to sit down. Now she's irritated and her gaze pierces right through him.

"Please don't be shy, tell me your name?"

"I don't have to tell you-"

"It's Teresa, Teresa Lisbon."

Her brother says.

"Teresa."

He walks to where she is.

"He took your...niece away didn't he?"

There it is, her pain is coming up to the surface but she quickly resolves to anger.

"You have no right to pry into my life."

"Let me help you."

"No."

He gives her a sympathetic smile.

"After the show then."

The women in the crowd are all huffed up and jealous about this but he charms his way through the rest of the show. All the wondering why he had felt almost...saved by her interruption.

He shakes it off and smiles to the crowd as the lights turn off and he takes his leave.

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Completed. possibly anyway. If you want me to continue then please say so. ; )