A/N: Here you go Daddy lovers. Less fun in this story much more drama and a good bit of romance. Some humor.

Disclaimer: No sadly.

The car ride was silent. Each sat in their seats not attempting to speak or move. The drive felt long. The silence was floating through the air. It wasn't awkward or strange it was somewhat comforting. That fact that they weren't alone driving to a crime scene.

Teresa could feel the tears swelling in her eyes. She tried hard to hold back the tears but finally the tears ended up rolling down her cheeks.

They pulled into the path of the forest. Teresa was about to roughly wipe away her cheeks but Jane reached out for her hand. He cupped her face and wiped away the tears with his soft thumbs. He kissed her forehead then her nose.

"Someone could see, " she whispered into the silence between them.

"I don't care, " he said and gently brushed their lips together for a sweet kiss. He gave her knee a small squeeze before they left the car.

Teresa started to approach her dead father. Blood. Their was just so much blood. Everywhere. The smiley faces were everywhere around them. Each tree had one of different sizes. She felt eyes boring into the back of her head.

All of the good memories from when she was pre-teen flashed into her mind.

She turned around to get away from the blood for a few minutes. Patrick reached out for her waist and walked her over behind a tree. She curled into him.

"I'm so sorry Teresa. This is all my fault, " he said.

"Don't... don't you dare say that. This is not your fault at all, " she said.

"Of course it is, " he said, " He is hurting me by hurting the people I love. I love you and you know that deep down you loved your father. "

"Yes I did and still do, " she said.

"So you know deep down this is my fault, " he told her.

"No it is not your fault, " she cried.

"It is, " he argued.

"It is not why are saying this. None of this matters. Are you trying to call this off, " she said motioning to both of them.

"I really don't want you to get hurt by me or anyone else, " he said.

"So what then I can't read you like you can read me. I don't know what your think you have to tell me, " Teresa said.

"Until I know Red John isn't a threat to you, I really don't want you to leave mine or the teams sight, " Patrick said.

She let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay if that makes you feel that I am safer like that then okay, " she said.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered a thank you to her. She shifted her hands up to his neck and played with the little curl at the end of his hair.

"I thought you were going to leave me, " she whispered.

"I could never do that, " he told her.

"Awww, " they both heard from the other side of the tree.

"Damnit, " they heard hushed.

"Would you two shut up, " someone said dryly.

They stopped hugging and walked around the tree to see Van Pelt, Rigsby, and Cho spying on them.

"Sorry, " they all said embarrassed.

They both managed to laugh. He pressed a lasting kiss to her smooth forehead.

"Let go back to the office there wont be anything here, " Jane said.

"Alright, " she agreed.

"I'm going to my office, " she told him.

"Leave the blinds open, " he told her.

She nodded her head like an angry teenager being sent to her room.

He sat on his couch this time staying away and facing Lisbon's office to watch her.

The team came back walking in with there heads down. Obviously they didn't find anything.

Lisbon was going through her desk and found an little red box inside her draw with a note attached to it.

She began to read,

Dear Teresa,

I know but you already understand that hopefully. I know also that Patrick's priorities seem to be more apparent now more than ever to me. I haven't yet decided what to do but you recent case is a gift to both of you. No more of that awful knocking. Please enjoy it now because I really don't like being second best, even to a beautiful women like you. Watch this tape and maybe you'll use more caution the next time you pick your bed partner. If there is a next time. Like I said I haven't figured out what I'm going to do yet.

Love,

Red John

"Patrick! " she yelled running out with the tape and letter in hand.

"What, what is it Teresa, " he said getting up worried.

She thrust the objects into his hands. He read the note quickly. He ran over to the TV an put the tape in. Its showed her letting Jane into her apartment. Them talking over the table. Them kissing by the sink. Her remembering her dad hitting her. Them kissing again and the screen switching to a hallway camera seeing Jane carry her to the bedroom. The camera switched again to her bedroom. It fast forwarded though them asleep. Halfway through the night Teresa began to turn and yell. Patrick woke up and held her down shushing her. She told him everything. They shared pictures and memories. Told each other they loved each other and kissed. They kept kissing each other.

It hit Teresa the moment both of there shirts were off that this wasn't going to stop. She went up to the player and tried to turn it off but it wouldn't. There pants were both off. She started banging on the machine. Jane came up beside her and ejected the tape. She blushed at the last screen. Her bra was being unhooked while Jane was flipping her on her back. She quickly ran back to her office.

Jane followed her in calmly. He set the tape and note on her desk but threw the red box across the room hearing the satisfying thud. She put her face in her hands and Patrick leaned against the desk. They both just sat in the silence. He slide down and leaned against the wall.

Teresa got up and walked over to him and slide down beside him. She tilted her head to rest against his shoulder.

"We cant go home tonight, " he said.

"I didn't think so, " she said.

"Are you alright, " he asked.

"No, " she stated.

"What's on your mind, " Jane asked.

"I want to burn that tape, " she said.

"We are going to have to watch it. There might be something on there, " he said.

"I know. What's is going on in your head, " she said.

"I want to kill him, " Patrick said angrily.

"Don't talk like that, " Teresa told him.

"I wont unless I have to. I couldn't risk losing you, " he told her.

"My couch is a pull out, " she said.

"I'll go set it up you look tired, " he said.

"Alright, " she said.

She watched as Jane made her bed. Tears started to streak down her face.

When he was done he walked over and held out his hands. He pulled her up. She walked over to her desk to get a night bag while he started to unbutton his vest.

When Teresa was in an oversized football jersey and Patrick was in his boxers. He walked over to her computer and clicked a few buttons.

Saying I love you,

The speakers began to say and Teresa smiled and Patrick smiled back at her.

Is not the words I want to hear from you,

It's not that I want you.

Not to say, but if you only knew,

How easy it would be to show me how you feel.

He snaked his arms around her waist. She placed her hands flat on his chest and her head rested on his shoulder.

More than words is all you have to do to make it real.

Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me.

'Cause I'd already know.

They swayed back and forth. He breathed in her cinnamon sent from her hair. Both of them smiled forgetting about Red John for a moment in time and all they thought about was each other.

More than words.

He twirled her around and she laughed.

Now that I've tried to talk to you and make you understand,

All you have to do is close your eyes,

And just reach out your hands and touch me,

Hold me close don't ever let me go.

He turned her around so he could rest his head on her shoulder from behind. He kissed her on the cheek. It made him smile when he felt her cheek tighten forming a small smile.

More than words is all I ever needed you to show,

Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me,

'Cause I'd already know.

He picked her up and spinned around while she giggled and shrieked with joy. He knew his smile had to be beaming by now. Seeing her this happy always made him grin.

What would you do if my heart was torn in two,

More than words to show you feel,

That your love for me is real,

What would you say if I took those words away,

Then you couldn't make things new,

Just by saying I love you.

They began to sway together again.

More than words.

"Do you want to dance more or go to bed, " Patrick asked.

"Lets go to sleep. I'm tired, " she whispered.

"Alright, " he said and turned off the computer.

She crawled into the bed and he followed. He traced her chin and cheek bones with his fingers. "We should call some cops to watch this place, " she said.

"He won't attack with me here. He would want to be alone with you to scare us both and I wont be sleeping tonight, " Patrick said still tracing her face.

She giggled when he hit a ticklish spot but said, "You should sleep."

"I wouldn't be able to, " he whispered.

"I wont argue with you I know I'll lose. If you get tired and want to sleep just wake me up, " she said.

"Before you go to sleep do you want to see the video or should I watch it when your sleeping, " he asked.

"Wait until I wake up, " she said.

"Alright now go to sleep Teresa, " he told her curling her into his chest.

"I will. Love you, " she said.

"I love you too Teresa, " he said and kissed her nose before she quickly drifted off to sleep.