Tommy Lisbon hadn't tried to talk his sister out of getting married; it would have been useless, as stubborn as his Reese was, and besides, there wasn't exactly a reason why she wasn't supposed to marry Marcus. Marcus was, after all, perfect. And there stood the problem: he was too perfect, and had the tendency of following Teresa like he was a dog. And Teresa didn't need a dog or an humble servant. She was a modern and independent, take-charge kind of woman who needed to be tested by a relationship, to have passion and the intrigue and the unexpected.

In short: Marcus was the complete opposite of what- or better yet, who- Teresa needed in her life.

Also, as much as she cared about the man, there was the small, and not so insignificant, particular that she wasn't in love, nor loved, the FBI Agent.

Because she was already in love, and had been for a long time, with Patrick Jane.

Tommy, as he listened to the judge making his speech (Guess what? Teresa couldn't have her beautiful wedding in Church, like she had always hoped and dreamt for, because Marcus was divorced), kept looking at Jane, sat in the back rows at the side of one of Teresa's new friends, some Kim Fisher.

The young man sighed, and would have shook his head, if Teresa hadn't been at his side in front of the aisle, dressed in a marvelous white wedding gown. He wondered if they were idiots, self-lesionist or what: it had been clear since the first day he had seen them together that there was more than friendship, or a simple work-related partnership, between his older sister and her consultant, but for this or that reason, they kept pulling things off. He had heard about what had happened between Jane and Red John, so, until two years ago, he would have agreed with the fake psych on the possibility of (not) having a relationship with Reese. And ok, they had been apart for two years because Jane was escaping the law; but now they had been reunited, and they could have been happy together, both single and free and in clear need of each other's presence in their lives.

And yet… nothing. And Teresa, instead of taking charge of her life, was dating a man who was perfect for any woman but her, and that she didn't love. All because she was too proud, or maybe too scared, to take the first step in Jane's direction.

And the idiot was allowing it to happen.

"…speak now or forever hold your peace." Tommy turned in Jane's general direction and noted that, despite the officer's request, he was keeping it shout. He didn't dare to defy Teresa, as he knew that she would have never talked with him until their dying breath had he dared to say "Please Reese, you love Patrick Jane, not this idiot, you just can't get married to him."

Tommy shook his head. Apparently, all hope was lost. Marcus was already saying his vows, Teresa's hand in his own, when suddenly, the judge lifted quizzically an eyebrow, asking "Yes?" a bit tentatively, his eyes fixed, if he wasn't wrong…

Yes! Jane was standing on his feet between the two rows of seats, sweating in his brand-new three pieces suit, clearly in panic. Teresa had turned to look at him, open-mouthed, and was already in the process of taking the few steps dividing them to see if he needed something, if something was wrong (yes, he knew his sister that well) when the damn idiot shook his head and went back to seat.

The officer restarted from where they had interrupted, but after less than a minute the middle-aged man interrupted again the ceremony, turning again in Jane's direction, this time clearly annoyed. "What now, son?" he almost screamed, all red in face.

"Uhm… nothing, sorry." Jane said, and then went back to his seat, Tommy's last hope for a bright future for his sister gone. Oh, he could aired see it, like it was happening right before his eyes for real: Teresa would have gotten… well, bored with the boy-scout, but she was too good of a person to end a marriage. So, she would have stayed with Marcus, unhappy, making sure that they would both end up resenting each other.

"All right… as I was saying, I've had the pleasure of knowing Teresa and Marcus for quite some time and…."

"I LOVE YOU!" a voice screamed, and the whole wedding party turned toward Jane, standing again, taking the few steps that were separating him and Teresa. Tommy could see the nervousness, but there was also a glint of determination as he walked towards the woman he loved.

"I love you, Teresa." He said again, more calm, looking again like the man Tommy had learnt to appreciate, had gotten to know, sure of himself and in control, and yet, there was desperation and sweetness in his sea-green eyes, all for Teresa. The younger Lisbon hoped that his sister would take the right decision, because Marcus was a good man, but… he didn't look at Teresa like Jane was doing right in that moment, like she was the only thing in the whole wide world making sense and keeping him alive.

"I've always loved you, but..." He repeated once again, smiling and laughing and crying all at the same time, and Teresa was looking at him astonished, like she was seeing him for real for the first time. "but… there was always something getting between us." He gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and he didn't add anything more, leaving that the words left unsaid between them would speak for him, knowing that Teresa would understand. My family killed. Red John. Lorelai. My escape. "And, I know that Marcus is a good man, and I should want for you to be happy with someone like him, but, I've always been selfish in love, and…"

Jane closed his eyes, and took a big breath before continuing. "And the fact is, that… I've always loved everything about you, even the things that I wasn't supposed to, because we've always been so different. And I think it could be the same for you, too." He took another few steps, until he was facing her, and took her hands in his owns, massaging sweetly and slowly her knuckles.

"Teresa, I love you, and I want to be with you if you'll still want me." Teresa looked between the two men, Jane before her, her hands in his owns, Marcus at her back, grabbing her for an elbow, and when she looked in their eyes, she knew what she was supposed to.

Tugging a little, she freed herself from the men's grasp, and then toward Marcus, the FBI agent shaking his head and saying a single no in disbelief, a plea.

"I'm sorry." She answered, shaking her head and removing the engagement ring. She gave it back to him, closing his palm around the diamond solitaire, cupping his face as she repeated again and again and again how sorry she was- for everything. Then, she turned towards Jane. the happiest man anyone had ever seen- and gave him her hand. The former consultant smiled, a smile that reached his eyes and made Teresa happy and radiant, too, and together they run outside, until they didn't reach Jane's old Citroen and jumped in, desperately and hungrily kissing for the first time as he was turning on the ignition.

But as soon as they parted, Teresa looked at him, either in shock or in panic, he wasn't sure. She run her hands through her dark curls, upsetting the veil, and sighed, chanting "Oh God, no, no, no, no…"

"Teresa…" Jane asked her as he reached out, an hand on her naked shoulder. He was sweating and fearing what was about to happen, and yet, he had to say the words, had to give her a chance. One thing was allowing her to get married without knowing of his feelings; but now she did, and she could decide on her own volition what was best for her. "Teresa, do you… not want to do this?"

She took a big breath, and freed her eyes from the prison of her hands; then, she turned towards Jane, and, grabbing him for the lapels of his jacket, she dragged him to him, and kissed him. "Drive the car." She ordered, and he did as she demanded.

… and again he did as she demanded when he stopped the car after a few miles, when Teresa left the vehicle and started to pace,, hands on her hips and anguish on her face as she looked at him, finally registering for real what had happened.

"Ok, listen, could you just… get back in the car? I fear there could be coyotes here…"

"Coyotes? Seriously? After what we have done?" She looked at him like she wanted to fire her gun at him on the spot, and Jane made himself as small as possible, zipping his mouth shout, knowing all too well when he wasn't supposed to try her patience. "Marcus didn't deserve this, Jane…"

"Well, look at the bright side: he is moving to DC. You'll never have to see or talk with him ever again." She bushwhacked him without saying a sole word, but Jane got the message, this time all right. "Sorry. It was uncalled for."

"Oh, really?" she almost screamed, huffing as she opened her arms wide. "Because I'd like to know what we'll tell my family. Our friends and our coworkers. How the hell…" She said, hitting him in the chest with a finger, making him retreat until he fell on the hood of his car. "how the hell we will explain that we destroyed a good man so that we could… what, date?" She spat the word like it was venom, and that awoke something in Jane. He stood before her, grabbing Teresa for the shoulders, looking with determination and passion at the woman in his arms.

"You are right, Teresa, all right? I don't want to date you. I want the whole damn thing. I…" he took a big pause, and looked at his car, and then at her. "Las Vegas is eighteen hours from here. We could be back for Monday." He stated, biting his lips and smiling.

"How do you… know that?" Really, it was uncanny the amount of things he seemed to know, randomly showing off his immense knowledge.

"Seriously, woman? Do you want to get into that now? When I just proposed to you?" he smiled and laughed and shook his head, his eyes teary as he still waited for an answer- the answer.

"No." she simply said, holding her breath and looking at him.

"Ok, I think you may have to explain yourself a little here, because I found out that the greatest the stake, the harder the read. So… no, as you don't want to get into how I know that Las Vegas is eighteen hours from here, or as in no, you don't want to marry me?"

She smiled, and kissed him cupping his face, then she went to sit on the passenger seat of the Citroen, her smile never faltering. "Yes." She simply said, and when the word left her lips, he laughed like he hadn't done since he was a child, and run to his side of the car, and they drove into the sunset.

Literally.