A?/N: So it's actually my birthday today but since I don't expect to get any fics or something as a birthday present, I wrote my own gift, lol. Hope you'll enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
'Happy birthday, Jane'
His 43th birthday, another year older.
As usual, he did what he always did: what do I have now? What did I gain that I didn't have last year?
His revenge was an obvious answer. He'd caught Red John, finally, after ten years. Teresa had shot him, and he was glad. Now he didn't have to worry about the fact that he might be in prison facing twenty-five to life.
And he'd had Teresa – well, for one time anyway. He had convinced himself it was just for once. It hadn't been about love though, or so he had wanted to remind himself so that in the end he might believe it.
They'd made love, he'd had no illusions about it. It wasn't sex, not just sex, but it was more. Then why did they convince each other afterwards that it was a mistake?
He couldn't look at her anymore now. It hurt too much. He used to have her but he didn't have her now.
Why had he been so selfish? Why hadn't he just embraced this chance Teresa offered? Why couldn't he let go of his past?
He sighed and buried his face in his hands.
He had to go. He had nothing left here for him. Red John was dead. And he would never have Teresa again. She wouldn't give him a second chance, he was sure of it.
The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, walking towards his car.
He heard rushed footsteps behind him and he prayed to God it wasn't whom he thought it was.
"Jane!"
Oh God no.
"Jane, where the hell are you going?"
"I'm leaving."
"Well thanks for that, Sherlock."
He turned around. Her face was flushed, indicating she had in fact been running after him. He shook his head.
"Go back to your office, Lisbon. I'm leaving."
"You don't really think this is a good idea, do you?"
He turned back around and walked into the direction of his car. Her small hand landed on his elbow and he tried to shrug it off, but she was too strong.
"What's left here for me, Lisbon?"
"I'm here."
He shook his head.
"We both agreed it was a mistake, Lisbon. I won't make the same mistake ever again. There's nothing left for me here now."
She was quiet then and took back her hand. He took the opportunity to continue walking to his car. He had almost opened his car door when he heard her voice again.
"I'm pregnant."
He froze, and looked at her. She was standing at the other end of the parking lot and even though her voice had been soft, he'd heard her.
She crossed the room and came to stand a few inches away from him.
"I'm pregnant," she said again, this time a bit louder.
"And it's mine?"
She almost rolled her eyes but stopped it before she did.
"I haven't slept with anyone other than you in the past three years – of course it's yours."
He closed his eyes. He couldn't stay here, not even when…
She was pregnant. There was a tiny human creature inside her… their tiny human creature.
What the hell had he been thinking, assuming leaving her was a good idea? If he had left without talking to her, he wouldn't have known that he would… that he would be a father again.
She grabbed both his hands. He pushed her away from him slightly. When he opened his eyes, he saw she was hurt. He claimed back his hands.
He put his car keys back in his pocket and grabbed one of her hands again, intertwining it, rubbing the top of hers with his thumb.
"All right," he whispered, "I think I'll stay for a little longer."
A/N: I've written this in 10 minutes so excuse me if there are any bothering grammar errors or something. Let me know what you think!