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The lyrics are from the first paragraph of the song 'Just Breathe" by Pearl Jam.

Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw-huh,
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw-huh,
Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands the ones I love,

Some folks just have one,
Yeah, others, they got none, huh-uh

Stay with me,
Let's just breathe.

"Jane, I have got it. I have got the post of Deputy Commissioner in New York. I am moving next week."

Teresa's words bombarded every corner of Patrick's mind. He shifted uneasily in his bed, the small of the Silver Bucket closing in on him. Sighing heavily, he grabbed his coat and walked out into the wintry night.

He had known something was up for two weeks now. And it was six days ago she had told him.

"Nice shots, boss!" Grace Van Pelt said, shooting her former in-charge a look of apprehension.

"I am not your boss anymore, Grace," she replied, carelessly looking at the paper target. All twenty punctures were in the head. Jane's head, Teresa indignantly thought. Then a pang of bitter sadness hit her. She will be going away tomorrow; leaving the only man she ever fell in love with.

When the offer had come Lisbon had right away chose to turn it down. Leaving California and settling in the small town of DC was hard enough. The CBI had been shut down. All her colleagues and friends had scattered across the country. Her life as a sheriff had been monotonous and forlorn. But she could go through her day; knowing that Jane was out there somewhere; that maybe if circumstances were different they would be together. At her tiny apartment in the silence of the night, she would read each of his letters over and over, trying to imagine his slight smile, an affectionate glint in his grey blue eyes as he put the pen to paper.

When Jane came back he had opened floodgates of emotions that she was bottling up for so long. It was all she could do to not run into him and admit to her feelings. She finally thought he would express all that he left unfinished during his chase for Red John. Thus, she waited; content to be reunited with her best friend and the former CBI team.

Their schedule fell into place just as before. Jane continued doing whatever it needed to get on her nerves and in everybody's way. Lisbon at last settled down and regained her stability among the newness of Texas, quickly striking friendships with her new boss, Abbott, and team mate, Fischer.

As months passed, however, Teresa started to doubt Jane's feelings. He genuinely cared for her; made her eat on time, brought her her morning tea, dropped her home when work ran late into the night. But not once had Teresa spied the severity of emotions in his features as she had seen all those years back; she had not got the glimpse of the man who had embraced her mightily with wet, frightened eyes. Maybe two years had made him fall out of love with her. Or maybe, Teresa thought with a lump in her throat, it was all her delusion. He did not love her at any point in time.

Despite the incertitude, she told Abbott and Cho about her decision to not accept the job in New York. Abbott allowed Cho to leave before sitting across her for a full one minute then saying,

"This opportunity won't stick around forever, Teresa. It's about time you let Jane handle his own demons."

She had spent many sleepless hours mulling over Dennis's words. Over the course of that time, she had been observing Patrick more closely. But nothing betrayed the man's actions that could, even for a fraction of second, suggest he thought of her more than a friend. The night before talking to her boss again, she had prayed; prayed to God that she had selected the right path.

Then she had accepted the offer. Abbott had just smiled sadly.

The interview was a long process and she resolved she wouldn't tell Jane until her shift to the new city was affirmed.

Patrick Jane was a man who saw the most barbarous of acts and experienced the harshest of emotional turmoil. But as he walked the dark roads under the somber and starless night, he couldn't remember the last time he had this abysmal a heartache soaring within every inch of his soul.

He had always been proud to remain in control of himself when it came to relationships. But tonight, as his last resolves started cracking, he walked into the church, the same church where Teresa had once prayed for him.

He loved Teresa. He was terrified of losing her. But he strongly believed she deserved much more than a broken, unfixable man that he had become over the years of burning in revenge and hatred. However, in the house of God, in the soft golden light off the candles, as he closed his eyes and clasped his cold palms together, an eerie calm descended on him and he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be selfless enough to let go of the woman whom he was profoundly in love with for almost seven years.

He couldn't let her go without hearing him out. He knew there will be no damage tonight that hasn't already been done. For one last time, he looked at the massive crucifix before him and ran out.

As he shuffled forward on the empty streets, numb to the cold wind, he dimly remembered his last encounter with Teresa Lisbon.

As usual, Patrick lay flat on his couch. It was fifteen minutes to midnight. Ten feet away, Lisbon was finishing the last of paperwork. A big case was closed after three days of constant hustle. Lisbon had volunteered to do the filing after the case closed pizza. Patrick thoughts wandered and he furrowed. This past week Lisbon had been watching him like a hawk. He couldn't risk glancing at her while she worked, just to admire her slight frown and an irritated mutter as she typed away. Something was definitely up. Lisbon, Cho and Abbott were huddled together again at lunchtime. And observing the tension in Lisbon's posture and how she allowed the team to leave before them, Patrick sensed he was about to be let into the loop.

Not liking the secrecy, he called to her. She closed her laptop with a snap and as she headed to him, Jane could see worry etching her exhausted features as she came and asked him to scoot over.

She sat beside him, visibly agitated.

"Hey, whatever you have to say, we can talk about it tomorrow. You need sleep," Jane said, startling even himself with the gentleness in his voice. Lisbon shook her head and looked at him and Patrick was caught off guard by the misery in her eyes. He suddenly felt his internal warmth vacating. What had she been hiding?

She inhaled deeply and began, "You remember the Volker case we sealed?" At Jane's confused nod she continued, "Well, it had caused much of a stir and Abbott personally credited me for his arrest. And three weeks back I received an offer from Warren Scott, the Commissioner of NYPD. They wanted me. Jane, I have got it. I have got the post of Deputy Commissioner in New York. I am moving next week."

Lisbon realized Jane was looking beyond her, at some distant nonexistent object. With incredible suddenness, his face crumbled and Teresa was once more looking at the anguished man filled with self loathing and distrust.

As he gripped the couch's side to steady himself, he knocked off his turquoise teacup; it fell, smashing at his feet.

He jolted, almost horrified, to look at the broken pieces. And then the moment had passed. The cool demeanor had returned to him and he slowly turned a blank gaze at a bewildered Teresa and picked up the fragments of porcelain on the floor. Then he walked over to the break room and deposited his broken cup in the bin and turned to face her.

He walked over, putting a calculated distance between them and put a subtle hand on her shoulder and said, "Congratulations, Teresa. I am proud of you."

He hesitantly leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek and muttered a goodbye before striding away; never for once looking back.

Next day, Abbott asked Lisbon into his office and, as gently as he could, explained that Jane had called him at six in the morning to inform him that he was going away on a leave.

"How long a leave?" Teresa had asked, trepidation rising up her chest, already knowing the answer

"More than a week," confirmed her boss, mouth setting in a grim line.

"Hey, you'll always be my boss," Grace said, pulling her out of her reverie. Teresa managed a smile, frustrated that coming to the shooting range did not do a tad good at letting her angst out.

The sinking feeling in her stomach returned; probably she will never see him again.

Grace had known Teresa Lisbon for eight years and they have seen the worst of times and the best of moments together. But never had she seen her so unsettled, pained and scared. Grace always believed her good friend, Jane, was crazy about Lisbon. The situation with them was truly baffling because Grace and Wayne could bet all their money that the work partners were in love. Teresa looked disastrous. She had not bothered to put on any makeup; the bags under her eyes stood distinctively against her pale skin, her forehead lined with tiredness. She had lost weight drastically and the usual air of authority always about her was almost nonexistent.

As Lisbon deposited the goggles and headphones and headed for the door, Grace quickly suggested she drove her home. But Lisbon just hugged her and murmured, "Goodbye, Grace. You have been a very good friend. Say goodbye to that husband of yours for me."

Both women smiled; over the years they have grown close.

Then they parted.