In the three years between his wife and child's deaths and his employment at the CBI, Patrick Jane had been attracted to one woman: Sophie Miller. Over the years, he had found many women beautiful, of course, but hadn't been sexually attracted to them. Sophie had been an exception. Despite the fact that Sophie's hair had been brown instead of blond, it had reminded him of his late wife's hair. It had been long, straight, shiny, just like his wife's. Her personality had also denoted a resemblance to his wife's. Loving, caring, gentle, but with a defiance that was easily found as soon as you scratched the surface. The similarities between Sophie and his wife had been so obvious that his attraction hadn't surprise him.
What surprised him was the small, old, but familiar strain he felt in his groin when Lisbon had fallen on him, pushed by a suspect. That unfamiliar reaction to her proximity occurred about three months after he started working on her team. He had immediately noticed her beauty, but had never imagined he would be attracted to this particular woman. He had spent the better part of that night feeling guilty about his attraction to a woman who did not remind him of his wife at all. He was attracted to Teresa Lisbon as she was, without any connection to his past.
Over the months that followed, the guilt subsided and the attraction increased. He never did anything about it. He didn't have any doubt in mind that he would be able to seduce her if he wanted. She was unattached and he knew which buttons to push. However, he didn't think that risking the fragile balance of their team was worth one night, or even a few nights, with Teresa Lisbon.
Then one day he realized that his feelings were deeper than physical attraction. Still, he didn't do anything. Red John first. Always Red John first.
After Red John, maybe. Just maybe.
He just had to be patient.