Patrick always knew he had felling for Teresa but knew how to control them. He had to for his sake as much as hers, if they were together someone might find out and he would have to leave the CBI and if Red John ever found out he had no way of protecting her. What he was not ready for was his feelings to become out of his control, I mean how was he to know this would happen he was the master of control nothing evaded him. But these past couple of day he could not get Teresa Lisbon out of his head, he had tried every thing even going so far as to seeing a psychologist that as he expected did not help at all but he had to do something. This was not the most pressing matter at this particular time… he was going undercover with Teresa posing as her husband and he could not refuse to do this. It would look suspicious to start off with and the victim's family was very influential, it was make or break.
So here they were in their new house in a rich neighbourhood full of rich deceitful self-centred arrogant people who made there life's out of lying and one or more of these people were the murderers.
If only he had of found the killer in time he wouldn't be in this mess, he had been given a day and a half but his mind had been distracted with thoughts of Teresa so he could not think of anything else. Yep here he was.
"So do you want to take the bed," Teresa asked as she walked through the rooms of there house not quiet sure what to actually do.
"Nah its okay," Patrick said in his usual calm and collected voice as he looked though the fully stocked refrigerator and cupboards, at least they had gotten tea for him he thought.
"I'll make dinner you can go take a shower since you were only think of making a quick sandwich and going to sleep even though you will spend most of the night awake," he added as she rolled her eyes walking from the room.
That's right Patrick just play it cool and you'll be fine he thought as he put the kettle on and got the ingredient he would need to make vegetable minestrone, lucky he could make this meal blind folded because he became distracted when the shower started, his mind begun to think of obscenely bodily thought that he previously thought he was above.
Her shower took longer than usual because it was so nice after a especially tuff day, talking to rich people all day and getting welcomed into the community was hard work but she could not escape the felling of joy she had felt every time he had called her his wife and pulled her closer, as instantly as the thought had popped into Teresa's mind she banished it. Patrick had no interest in her and she had completely no interest in that curly haired idiot that made every day exiting and her life much more worth it, nope completely no interest…right?
After Teresa got dressed in her football jersey looking sleepy gown she walked into the adjacent lounge that was openly connected to the kitchen brushing her hair back nervously as she watched him with his back to her stirring the nearly finish minestrone.
"So what are we going to do for the barbeque we must have tomorrow, are you sure you can't persuade them not to do it?" she asked as she once again looked around the big room.
"Nonsense Lisbon it will help me get a sense of who could have murdered pour unfortunate Monica, but the woman will expect you to cook and chat," he stated as he finally turned the stove off and got two bowl and a ladle.
She walked over to him as he handed her a bowl and ladled some minestrone into the bowls "I can cook and chat fine, what about you can you barbeque?" she asked as they made there way to the dining table in the lounge.
"Don't you worry about me I can BBQ, you will have to only cook a dessert so don't fret Lisbon," he said as he smiled and went back to get his tea.
"I'm not worried, I can make carat cake?" Patrick sat at across from her on the table and thought over what she said.
"Hmm that should be fine," he begun to eat as she looked to him and in turn begun to eat, she was offended by the way he said it was simply fine.
Patrick begun to remember the first time he had seen Teresa in that sleeping jersey whilst he sipped the hot food, it had meant nothing to him that day but now it meant so much more. Why did she have to wear something so provocative?
That night as Teresa went to bed she thought she would not get a wink of sleep because of Patrick's close proximity but after a minute she drifted off to sleep whilst in the lounge he lay there with nothing to do but to think and all his thoughts were centred around Teresa, it was going to be a long night.
con crit accepted always