Hey here I am again with a new story this time... One of the very kind people who left reviews and made me super happy gave me an idea for a new story. So thank you bones35 :)

I also wanna thank my amazing friend Suyu who is now officially my editor, because I still make a lot of mistakes and I don't manage to correct them so she took over that job and I am very grateful for that. So enough with the speech. have a good read ;)

Lisbon and Pike were sitting on her couch. Looking at family pictures he had brought with him.

"I will never forgive my mom for cutting my hair that summer. She can do a lot of things, but cutting hair is not one of them!" He laughed while looking at a picture of his twelve year old self grinning into the camera, spikes of hair standing in every direction, obviously not cut by a professional.

She joined his laughter leaning into him and showing him her favorite picture so far.

It showed him swirling his sister around. Both of them wearing goofy grins on their faces. "You look so happy," she murmured, tapping on the photograph.

Pike smiled down at her. "How come I haven't seen any pictures of you?"

She frowned at him. "I'm pretty sure you've seen pictures of me..." He shook his head "No I mean childhood pictures..." Lisbon froze in his arms, not knowing how to respond to that. " I don't have any..." She lied. She did have photos of the early days, when her mother had still been alive and the Lisbons had been a happy family, but looking at her caused her pain and she hadn't in over a year.

"I don't believe you." He chuckled and tried to tickle her, he still hadn't realized she wasn't ticklish. There was only one spot on her back that was extremely sensitive and ticklish, but she was pretty sure no one other than Jane knew that. "You're probably just embarrassed about them, huh?" He teased. Oblivious to the pain in her expression. Not knowing about her history, not realizing the old wounds he was reopening.

Then suddenly he got up, so suddenly that Lisbon almost fell off the couch, holding onto the armrest in the last second.

He walked over to one of her cupboards, opening its doors, hands roaming the shelf until he found what he was looking for.

Triumph written on his face, a box in his hands as he walked over to her. Not any box. The box filled with Jane's letters. Lisbon stood up and tried to grab it from him, but he moved to the side and ran behind the couch, preventing her from reaching him.

"This sure looks like something where one would keep photos doesn't it?" He grinned, not noticing the clear panic on her face when he lifted the lid.

"Oh well look at this. Those look like love letters..." He teased taking one out of the box.

"Those aren't love letters. Please Marcus, just let it go..."

But of course he didn't. She couldn't blame him, she had persuaded him into opening a second bottle of wine and it was clearly getting to him, otherwise he would've respected her wishes and already noticed how uncomfortable he was making her.

Helpless, she watched as he unfolded the letter, holding it up to read it.

Dear Teresa, Oh no she knew that letter, had read it over and over again during one of the many lonely nights. It was the only time he had addressed her as Teresa in his letters and she was pretty sure that he hadn't been sober while bringing those lines to paper.

Lisbon was startled out of her thoughts as her boyfriend continued reading, silly grin firmly placed on his lips, not yet knowing who that letter was from, whose words he was reciting.

The air is so hot and thick here I am having trouble breathing and yet I am enjoying the heat. I wish you were here to witness all this for yourself, but most of all I want you here for me.

I am so lonely. I always have been, but the loss of your presence by my side has left a hole that I know I am unable to fill. With increasing frequency I find myself turning around to point things out to you only to remember that I am on my own. In the mornings my hand reaches for yours, only to find my sheets are empty beside me. I even make you coffee sometimes, too late realizing that you are probably still asleep.

"Wow this guy sure knows how to write huh?" Pike throws in, looking at her.

Only then he sees the tears in her eyes, the distress radiating off her body.

"Oh god Teresa." he whispers, moving closer. Guilt covering his face. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to..." He looks between her and the letter, when his eyes close in on something.

Not only something... but the signature on the bottom of the letter. Patrick

"Wait, is this from Jane?" He asks, disbelief in his voice.

TBC

Soooo how'd you like it? Review please? It would make me happy :)