Though she didn't remember how she got there, so woke up in her own bed. She smiled at the familiarity of it, the comfort. She glanced at the clock and noted it was 5:20 in the morning. She had been sleeping for fourteen hours and was still exhausted. Sitting up slowly, her sore muscles screamed at her causing her to groan. Her feet touched the cool, wooden floor and she made her way out of the room.

She walked down the stairs and into the living room to find Jane sleeping on the couch. Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly grabbed her sweater from the chair across from him and pulled it on. He opened one eye to look at her and smiled when their eyes met.

"Morning," he said as he stretched and sat up.

"What are you doing on my couch?" she demanded jokingly with her hands on her hips.

"Well, I was sleeping…"

She picked up the pillow on the end on the couch and threw it at him.

"I mean why are you still in my house?"

"I wasn't going to leave you… alone," he said seriously.

"Jane-" she started defensively.

"Teresa, stop. You went through a lot. I don't know what all happened, but I can be sure it was harmful. I just wanted to make sure you were alright and that someone would be here when you woke up," Jane said as he stood up.

"I'm fine," replied Lisbon stubbornly.

"Really? I doubt that. You look exhausted and you are obviously sore. You know, no one expects you to be so tough. No one is expecting you to suck it up and deal with it by yourself. Especially me." He touched her arm before heading into the kitchen. She just looked at him, almost surprised by what he had said.

"Now," he said, trying to lighten the mood, "what do you want for breakfast?"


Lisbon and Jane were both sitting in the living room again; Lisbon on the couch watching TV and Patrick on the recliner reading the paper. He stood up, unable to wait any longer grabbed something from his coat pocket.

"Close your eyes," he told her as he walked to where she sat.

"Why?" she asked as she narrowed her eyes slightly

"Isn't that the point of closing them?" he asked with a smile. "I have something for you."

She rolled her eyes, but then did what he said.

"Hold out your hand."

Again she complied to his demand and held out her hand. He placed what he held in her palm and told her to open her eyes. She almost cried when she saw it was the necklace he had given her for Valentine's Day.

"But, h-how did you get it back?" she asked as she looked at him with wide, thankful eyes.

"When I got you into bed last night, I made sure you were sleeping, and then went to look for it. Grace waited here since she came over to catch me up on everything that was going on. I started in the shed where we think he kept you and then moved onto the other cabin where it appeared Ana Marie and her mom were kept. I couldn't find it there either so I walked out around the cabin, and it was laying in the dirt. I think he dropped it while chasing you and the others."

"Thank you!" she said as she gave him a huge hug.

He hugged her back and smiled. Anything for Lisbon… Anything.


Jane looked at Lisbon. She had fallen asleep on the couch again, and for that he was glad. She had gone through an unimaginable ordeal and needed her sleep. He sat down next to her feet and just watched her. He was so thankful he had been able to find her. He had been critically injured but somehow had been able to get up and save her. For once, he was able to save the one he loved.

Patrick doesn't remember the exact moment he fell in love with her. He suspects it was the day they were talking about corporate retreats. Lisbon told Jane she didn't trust him. He had looked into her eyes and told him everything he had been feeling.

"Lisbon," he told her, "I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens, I will be there for you. I will. I need you to know that."

She just looked at him.

"Now can I catch you?" he said with a smile.

"Oh, come on!" she tried to argue before giving into his request grudgingly when he added 'please'.

She turned around facing away from him and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly leaned back, almost surprised when his arms caught her. It was a great moment for Jane. Everything about it was what he wanted. She was everything he wanted.

That was when he believes he fell for her, but when he consciously did… that was a different time.

They were at the school reunion. They had solved the case and were getting ready to head back to the CBI. Lisbon smiled as she said she used to love the song that was playing.

"Obviously you want to dance," Patrick said to her.

"With you? No," she responded

"Oh come on…you can pretend I'm that mean, coldhearted guy that you used to worship from afar but never talk to…" he persuaded.

She smiled at him, and he won't admit it but it made him want her, made him long to call her his.

"No funny stuff," she told him as she took his hand in her own. He led her to the dance floor.

They had danced slowly, spinning in small circles, until the song had ended, all too soon for both of them. He had let go of her reluctantly and they smiled softly at each other as they desperately held on to the memory of what had just happened.

Either way, he knew it didn't matter when he fell in love with her. The important thing was that he did, and he knew she loved him too. She was safe and he was going to be there for her until she was healed… in every way. And someday, when they were old, they would look back on their life and smile.


This may just be the end… I am not sure…:) Please let me know what you thought- I would very much appreciate it! Thanks for sticking to the end! Morgan