None of you have any idea what hell I went through writing this! Here is a post directly from my facebook of today's (well, yesterday's, as it's 1:35) events!


How nice is that? :) Well, it all worked out in the end. This chapter became better and longer, and not including all the Author's Notes (such as this one) this story is just over the 10,000 word mark. :)

I want to thank everyone who has been detected readers throughout this story! I'm going to miss ur reviews but I hope to hear from u on my other stories!

Well, without further adu, here it is:

Disclaimer- I'm too tired

Jane wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't going anywhere. Jane had brought Lisbon home from the hospital and had been staying with her ever since. He made her breakfast, lunch, and dinner for two days, and even convinced her to share a bowl of ice cream. This type of attention she would normally decline, but, this time she welcomed it with open arms, as it hurt just to breath. The pain had been excruciating, every time she moved, she would get a thrashing pain in her abdomen.

When the doctor had come back into the room at the hospital, he explained that Lisbon might feel slight discomfort and pain from the pumping for a few days to even a week. Jane and Lisbon had understood at the time, because who wouldn't feel slight pain after having their stomach vacuumed out with a tube? But, Lisbon had NEVER thought it would be as bad as she was getting it. She could barely walk without wanting to collapse in pain, and the walk from the car to her bed was enough to make her want to scoop her insides out. It also embarrassed her to no end that she had to be helped to the bathroom, as she could barely make it out of bed, let alone walk down the stairs.

Jane had called the doctor and told him about how much pain Lisbon was in, but the doctor had told them it was normal, that she should be fine soon, and just to wait it out. Lisbon was hoping it would stop soon, as she felt like every time she moved she was going to cry out in agony. Jane had gone on the computer and Googled "Stomach Pumping" and researched it, looking at other people's opinions of the pain afterward. Most of them matched up to what Lisbon was experiencing, only one or two of them said the pain only lasted for one day. That calmed the two of them down, knowing that something wasn't wrong with her.

Lisbon was sitting in bed reading a book three days after she got home. She had woken up late that day, the first thing she noticed was the empty chair where Jane had been sleeping. She had tried to convince him to share the bed with her instead of sleeping on a chair, but he had been to worried about bumping into her while he slept and he didn't want to hurt her. Lisbon had peered at the clock on her bedside table, which read 11:47, MUCH later than she ever usually slept in. But, today, she didn't care. She had pulled out a new book from the drawer in the table and began reading.

Lisbon could hear Jane in the kitchen, and it was only minutes after she heard a tea kettle whistle that she began to hear footsteps make their way up the stairs and toward her room. She looked up from her book just in time to see Jane poke his head around the corner, a smile growing across his face.

"Morning, Sweety." he said, making his way into the room with two cups of tea. He set his down on a table next to his chair, and then waked to Lisbon to take her book from her and give her her tea. She sipped it slowly, testing the temperature before taking a full swallow. She let the warmth engulf her body with a certain relaxing quality only tea and coffee could give. She smiled and looked up at Jane.

"Thank you." she handed it to him to set on the bedside table. He sat on his chair and drank his own tea, his eyes scanning the woman who was lying in bed right across from him, his desire to jump in next to her almost outweighed his fear of hurting her, but it didn't and he stayed put.

"Do you want anything else? Do you want some breakfast? Well, lunch, rather." he chuckled.

"No, no food. But I do want something else." she smiled.

"What?" he asked, leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees.

"I want you to sit over here with me." she patted the bed next to her.

"Are you sure? What if I hurt you?"

"You won't."

Jane gave in, setting his tea down and standing. Lisbon watched him closely as he made his way toward her. She moved over gently, giving him room to sit. She almost laughed as she saw him attempt to sit down, moving about as slow as she had ever seen anyone move before, but she didn't laugh because she knew that would be too painful. When he finally did settle down in the bed, she leaned against him and he put an arm around her.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked sarcastically.

"Perfect." she smiled.

They took a few minutes just lying in complete silence. Unknowingly, they were both going over the past weeks events in their heads. After a moment, Jane finally spoke.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"Mhh-hmmm..." her eyes were still closed and she was completely comfortable, lying on top of Jane like he was a pillow.

"Why... What made you... why did you try to, kill yourself?" Jane waited for a response as Lisbon's eyes flung open. She tried to think of an answer, but in that time, Jane began to think he had upset her. "Teresa, I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

"I was afraid." she spoke, her voice shaking. "I was afraid of the pain and feelings. I was afraid of loosing someone else I cared about. I was afraid of having someone I cared for deeply being ripped away from me again, the way Red John did with Bosco."

"And my wife and daughter..." Jane finished her thoughts.

"Jane, I..."

"No. You have a right to think that. I just want to let you know I'm not going anywhere."

"How do you know that for sure? How do you know you're not just going to walk out once you get tired of me? How will I know that you aren't going to leave me."

Jane reached into his jacket pocket as he spoke, "Well, I bought this a couple weeks ago. I've been trying to find the right time to give it to you. I guess now is as good a time as ever." Jane pulled out a small leather box from his pocket and Lisbon carefully sat up, wincing in pain, but all to distracted to actually feel it. She looked from the box to Jane's face, trying to read him, trying to figure out what was going on so she could have control over the situation. Jane handed it to her, and she held it as if it were full of explosives.

"Jane, it's... it's not..." she stuttered, trying to get her thoughts in order.

"Probably not what you think it is." he opened it for her, placing his hands gently over hers. "It's a promise ring."

Lisbon studied the silver band, taking it out of the box. She could feel something engraved on the inside, but didn't bother to look at that. She instead glared up at him with a confused face. "What's a promise ring?"

"Well, it's kind of like a pre-engagement ring. I didn't know if you, or even I, were ready to get engaged, so I thought this would be good to start with. It goes on your right ring finger, and it promises our faithfulness to each other. It promises that I will always love you with all my heart, but mostly, it promises that I will never walk out on you. Ever." he took the ring from her fingers. "It says Forever and Always." he took hold of her right hand, gently pulling it toward himself. He took the ring and announced, "Teresa Lisbon, will you be my Forever and Always?"

Lisbon couldn't believe everything that had just happened to her. It wasn't like they were engaged or anything, but it was still special. Special in a whole different way. Jane was the sweetest, most caring guy she had ever known, and she couldn't think of one thing she had ever done in her life that had caused her to deserve him. So to finally answer his question, she began to talk in between tears of joy, "Yes!"

They laughed and hugged each other, very softly, of coarse. Just before falling asleep, Jane whispered one last thing to Lisbon.

"Are you happy?" he asked, playing with her hair.

"With you I am." she smiled, cozying herself more into his arms. They fell asleep like that, both of them dreaming of the other. Lisbon had never felt so happy in her whole life. She made two important decisions that morning: Patrick Jane was her soul mate, and she would never pick up another bottle/cup/or shot glass of alcohol for the rest of her life.

The End :)