Patrick Jane was sleeping. Well, actually he would have been sleeping if his hair wasn't being pulled. Just gentle tugs but enough to keep him awake. "I'm not getting up," he murmured with out opening his eyes. The tugs grew more insistent. "Still not getting up," he repeated. Finally there was a yank. "Ow!" he yelled. "Alright I'm up!"

Patrick opened his eyes to see his son Connor smiling at him. "Gah!" he cried.

"Gah, indeed," Patrick agreed with laugh. He reached up to untangle the little hand from his curls, and then he kissed it. "You are more annoying than your mother," he said.

He laughed as Teresa smacked his shoulder. "You are the annoying one in this household," she said, "And your son is just like you."

He smiled up at his Connor. "I know," he agreed, "Isn't it great?" Teresa laughed and kissed her men.

The Jane family was spending a lazy Sunday afternoon at home. It was rare for them to have such days together. Jane was busy being a consultant for CBI and Teresa was still on maternity leave. She would be returning to active duty as Jane's boss in one week. That meant their 3 month old son would need a nanny. Something Teresa would not stop harping on. She insisted that Patrick be there tomorrow when she interviewed her final candidates.

Patrick agreed with her that they couldn't leave their precious baby alone with just anyone but finding time to be away from work was hard. Still Minelli had promised him that he could have the day off to review nannies with Teris. He was actually looking forward to it.

He was about to drift off again when the doorbell rang. Teresa looked up from her book with a frown. "Were you expecting company?" she asked him.

"Not me," he said, playing with his son, "You?"

"Me either." The door bell came again. Patrick shifted into a sitting position but Teresa laid a hand on his arm. "Don't worry, I'll get it."

He smiled and cuddled his son close. "I'd put a shirt on unless you want to surprise the other person."

Teresa looked down at her shirtless form. She had left it off because it was hot as usual and it was easier to feed Connor like this. She grabbed an old button up blouse and threw it on. "This better?" she asked.

"Much," he told her, "I'm the only one allowed to look under those shirts."

"And what about the baby?" she teased.

"He doesn't remember it," Patrick pointed out.

The doorbell came again. "I'm coming!" Teresa yelled. "You two play, I'll be back in a minute." She sashayed out the door, whistling.

Patrick looked at his son. "Your mom is one wonderful woman," he said with a sigh. Connor let out a giggle. Patrick held him close. In just eight short years he had lost a family and gained a bigger one. It was safe to say that life was pretty good.

Downstairs Teresa found a delivery man on the other side of the door. "Hello there," she greeted.

"Hello ma'am," he said, "I have a flower delivery for a Teresa Jane?"

"That would be me," she said with a smile. How like her husband to send her flowers simply because they had a day off. "Do I need to sign anything?"

"No ma'am," he said, "They were already paid for. Here you are."

Teresa took the red roses with a grin. She truly had the most wonderful husband in the world. She noted the card tucked into the flowers. Her man was such a charmer. She couldn't wait to see what cheesy message he had picked to make her smile.

Patrick was playing peek-a-boo with his boy when he heard the crash. "Teresa?" he called. Getting no answer he scooped up Connor and pounded down stairs. "Teresa!" he yelled again. He found his wife shaking in the front hall, a card clasped in her hands. Around her feet were the shattered remains of a glass vase and a dozen roses. "Teris," he called quietly.

Teresa turned stepping on glass. Her face was pale as a sheet. She looked towards him and Connor but she wasn't really seeing him. "Teresa, sweetheart, you need to be careful, there's glass," he told her. He wanted to comfort her but both of them were in bare feet.

"He knows," she whispered, walking towards him. The crunch of glass made him cringe.

"Teresa darling, just stand still," he told her. She did as he asked. "Sweetheart what is so wrong?"

"He knows," she repeated.

"Who knows what?" he asked.

She held out the note with a shaking hand. Patrick took the note from her. It was a simple card that could be found in any flower shop. Typed on it was a simple message.

I hope the search goes well. You wouldn't want to lose this baby the way you did the last one. There was a red smiley face on the bottom.

"Red John knows we're looking for nannies."