It had been a long day already and there was still thirteen hellish hours left of it, she had so far spent five tedious hours sat in an empty airport, on a hard airport chair waiting for a connecting flight to some South American Island she never even heard of, let alone able to pronounce. Typically her connecting flight had been delayed due to adverse weather out at sea so here she was in airport limbo, just waiting with seven other bored-looking passengers. As she sat, her lower back aching and the start of a migraine forming, she realised how tired both mentally physically she was due to the recent events of the last few days. Over the last five hours, she had sat there thinking and rethinking the past two days over and over. Why? How? She was now sat in an airport chasing after her so-called boyfriend, the one and only Patrick Jane.

The main question in her mind being why had he left? Why had he left her? Again?Everything that had happened these past four months had been like a dream come true. They had left Miami finally declaring their true feelings to each other and had both been floating on cloud nine after twelve years. She had never seen Jane so happy and content, and she knew it was down to her...well, down to them together, and that he was why he was this way now. That thought made her heart swell with happiness just thinking about it, she smiled to herself remembering Cho comments last week about how he rather a revengeful Jane to deal with then a loved up Jane

"...It's all the goddamn humming, singing and goofy smiling! Plus, if I hear him say the word 'Teresa' one more time, I may shoot him..."

She laughed out loud to herself at this memory and her laugh echoed in the departure hall. This made some of the other waiting passengers looked up. One in particular, a man, in his late 30's, clearly a travelling type. He was attractive with his dark hair and blue eyes, rough stubble... sporting the beach bum kind of look. Not really her type of guy she thought. No. She rather the smart-assed, annoying, confident blonde, suit wearing, annoying FBI consultant type. She had noticed this man when she first arrived at the departure gate, he had slept on some of the lounge chairs opposite. She thought he was cute but since then she hadn't given him a second glance, really, as she was too tense and annoyed at being delayed. He gave her a smile and a wink and went back to reading his book. She felt the need to laugh at his flirty, over-confident wink but held it in. Luckily, he had earphones in so she knew he wasn't going to try his luck, at least. She wasn't sure if she was relieved, or slightly disappointed at this. She kind of wanted him to try his luck just so she could feel good about herself a little, and get back at Jane for running out on her. But she couldn't blame the poor guy. She wasn't looking or smelling her best at the moment, and with the permanent pissed off look she had plastered on her face, she was sure no one in their right mind would want to try.

She sat watching surfer boy a little longer whilst he read his book and she could imagine him surfing all day and partying all night and wearing one of those silly girlie Sarongs and would lay money that this was exactly what he would do once he was on the island.

She realised that staring at this guy was probably going to get her called a stalker, so sat back, closed her eyes, and thought about these past four months. They had been the best she ever had. Being in love. Openly being able to show it, too. Waking up every morning and making love every night to the one man she loved with all her heart and officially being able to say she was now Patrick Jane's girlfriend was everything she ever wanted. So having to deal with this new turn of events was a big kick in the gut for her. Funny how love can do that. It was probably why she hadn't allowed herself to really fall in love before. If you open your heart, it makes you vulnerable. For the first time, she understood more why Jane had been so scared to face his real feelings for her. So why had he disappeared on her after everything had been going so great? She knew that the row they had three days ago was a big one. Just not a "I'm running off to South America and not coming back" type of row. She was supposed to be the woman of the relationship, clearly Patrick Jane had taken that role with this recent stunt.

On top of all that she was hungry and in desperate need of a nice warm shower and a comfy bed. There was still another four-hour flight to go and God knows how long the cab ride to the islands one and only hotel would be

"S***!" She cursed out loud.

She had forgotten to reserve a room. She was so busy trying to get the next flights out to this godforsaken place that she totally forgot about where she was going to stay. She looked around at the empty departure lounge wondering if they had an internet area, but couldn't see anything except for a run-down coffee/gift shop half-way down that look like it was in def need of a refurb. Maybe if she called Wylie he could book her a room online. He always worked from his desk and was always happy to aid her when she had asked him in the past but she felt embarrassed enough at this whole situation, especially when Abbot had gotten Wylie to track Jane's phone and it had shown he was back on his paradise island then confronted her with this knowledge in his office. She had no idea where Jane had been these past two days. In fact, she thought that he was sulking in his trailer. She remembered how she felt like she been slapped in the face when Abbott had asked her point-blank, "Why the hell is Jane back on that island?"

He had left her, again after promising he would never do leave her. Now, 4 months later, he did just that. He had Fled. She must have looked like she been slapped in the face, too, as Abbott softened his voice and asked, "Teresa, what's going on...?"

She stumbled at first as she wasn't even sure herself. Two days ago, they had a big row. Yes, their first real fight as a couple, but enough for him to leave? Yes apparently. Abbot had told her in no uncertain terms that as things stood nobody at the bureau was aware Jane had disappeared again and he wanted to keep it that way. She personally wonder if this was because it would not look good for him that his number one asset had skipped town on him once again, or he wanted to do Jane a favour, she hoped it was the latter. Abbot had told her in that she had 1 week to bring the trouble making consultant back to Austin Texas otherwise he have to inform the powers-to-be of this new development and the outcome would not be good for Patrick Jane.

As she got up from the chair in Abbott's office, he said, "I'm not sure what's happened between you two, Teresa, but I do hope you and Jane can sort it out. Truly, I do." She returned a small, sad smile to her boss and replied, "So do I..."

Now, here she was a day later waiting, tired, pissed off and hungry in an foreign airport, in a foreign country, chasing after Patrick bloody Jane.