A/N: The end of the season looming had me thinking some thoughts about our fav characters. Don't own anything. Except my dog. And I am pretty sure she actually owns me...
He's been quiet the past few days, which is strange for him. Looking more tired. It's that time again. This will be my fourth year suffering with Patrick Jane over the anniversary of his loss. In the back of my mind I'm disappointed that it still affect him so deeply but I suppose that's because this year we approach it as lovers.
He sits beside me and holds my hand, his fingers now bare of the wedding ring that once was an albatross around his neck.
I run my own fingers through his beautiful, soft curls as is my right. "Patrick?" I call him by his given name when we are alone.
He looks at me with his intelligent blue eyes. "Teresa."
The way he looks at me, the way he says my name still makes me lose my train of thought even after these three months when we were together practically every day. Finally I recover. "Tell me how I can help you."
He gives me a soft smile as he places his palm on my cheek. "You already are." He kisses me gently, pulling away when I try to intensify the embrace. "I care deeply for you."
I love you, too, I want to scream but say, "I kinda like you too."
"I am so sorry you have to go though this with me, Teresa."
I force a smile. "I don't mind. And I do understand."
Yes, I understand. I understand it all too well. Jane's rage over the injustice to his family may have faded in time but his guilt and search for revenge has not.
One day we are going to catch Red John, I have no doubt. I also have no doubt that when we do it is going to be the man who is currently pushing me back into the couch as he kisses my neck that I will have to place in jail.
God help me when that time comes.
