I guess I'm making sure Jane and Lisbon will end up together no matter what. Last one. Promise. AU obviously.
"You should leave" She was sitting on a chair in Patrick's dressing room – if you could call it that - while he fixed his tie.
"What are talking about now Sam?" he asked in an exasperated voice. Patrick was tired of having that conversation, even his voice sounded exhausted. But Sam never actually said the word 'leave' before. She talked about changes, but that was new.
"You know, find something else to do. Leave all this behind, this is not for you, the show is not for you."
"I grew up in the middle of all this; I'm the best in what I do, how is this not for me?"
"You never enjoyed it, Patrick! From the boy wonder to Patrick Jane the psychic. You don't have to do this for him, you don't own him anything."
"My father is dead; I'm not doing this for him."
He pretended to be busy in front of the mirror so he wouldn't have to look at her.
"You're the one who's always saying "we're a family, we have to stick together, you're either with the show or you're not" How can you even suggest me to leave?!"
"I say that because I'm happy here, Pete is happy, we cherish our lives here. You're not happy, Patrick. And we'll still be your family if you leave, don't be afraid to move on. You have a gift, use it to do something that makes you proud rather than ashamed!"
"I have news for you Sam, I'm not a psychic," he turned to her with a mocking smile.
"I'm not kidding, Patty, this is destroying you. You used to be a dreamer, where is that boy?"
"Dreamer? To get rich out of people's pain, grief and stupidity? that dream?" He sighed. "You think I'm doing this for my father? Those plans you call dreams were because of him, because I needed to prove that I could do better. I'm free from that now."
"What about the dream to have a family?"
"I haven't given up on that one yet."
Jane put a hand on Sam's shoulder and looked tenderly at her, "I have to go. Show's about to start."
He opened the curtain just a bit, people were cheering, you could say he was famous in a certain way. He put on his charming smile to greet them. No one noticed it was fake.
Sam sighed deeply staring in the mirror in front of her. What a weird relationship she had with that man. She was about ten years older than he was, but she felt like his mother, and like a mother she would do anything to see him happy.
…
"You lost someone recently didn't you Kathy?"
"Yes! My grandfather." The woman answered excited. The rest of the crowd stayed in silence, anxious for what would come next.
"Yes, your grandfather," Jane smiled. "He closed his eyes in concentration. "He says he misses you very much. You two were close right?"
"Yes! We were very close!"
Jane walked towards the woman and stopped in front of her seat, he took her hand and she got up. He laid his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"Is there something bothering you, Kathy? A big decision you're afraid of doing?"
"Yes, I-I have a, it's…"
"Shh. That's okay, you don't need tell us. But your grandfather, he knows how you're feeling; he knows what you're going through, Kathy."
"He does?"
"Yes. And he wasn'ts me to tell you to don't be afraid, he's on your side."
"He is?"
Jane smiled and nodded.
The woman abruptly hugged Patrick and he awkwardly hugged back. "Thank you Mr. Jane!"
The little crowd cheered and clapped.
…
"Good show today, Patrick."
"Thanks, Pete." Jane undid his tie with anger and threw it behind him. He did the same with his jacket.
"Something wrong?"
"Nope."
It was obviously not true but Pete was too scared to ask.
"What do you think the woman's 'big decision' was?"
"No idea." Jane sat in a bench inside the tent and rolled his sleeves, looking to his friend, curious to know where he was going with that.
"But you told her to do whatever it was. What if she was thinking about, I don't know, killing someone?"
"Well that would be awkward." Jane laughed but Pete looked worried.
"Come on, Pete. Look at those people! It was just something stupid about her job or marriage. Don't worry. It'll probably be good for her to do something courageous for once in her life."
Jane tried again, seeing his friend was still worried, "maybe she's contemplating if she should smoke pot for the first time."
That made Pete smile. "Well in that case kudos to grandpa!"
Jane looked through a slit in the curtain, carefully so no one would see him.
"Why does it always take them so much to just leave?"
"Why don't you just use this exit," The man pointed to an opening in the dressing room tent.
"I don't want to leave; I'm waiting for someone."
"Oh," Pete sounded excited. "Have you already chose a victim?"
"You make me sound like a serial killer, Pete" he continued to look through the crack without paying much attention to his friend.
"I'll need your help, come here." Jane gestured for his friend to join him."See the angry brunet with the little girl?"
Pete stepped away from the curtain, "are you kidding me?" he shouted whispered, "she's a cop!"
"I know she's a cop, who do you think you're talking to?"
"And she has a kid!"
"Not her kid, I'm sure of it. And she's not married either."
"I'm not helping you with that!" Pete left Jane's side.
"Why not?"
"She's a cop, Patrick Jane. My wife will kill us!"
"I'll deal with Sam later, Ok?"
"What's got into you? What do you want with a stormtrooper anyway?"
"Stormtrooper? You're spending too much time with your wife." He mocked. "I just think it'll be fun. She looks like the kind of woman who knows what she's doing"
"She'll eat you alive!"
"Well, maybe I like that. Come on, Pete!"
"What do you need my help for?"
"I need to be alone with her, take the kid away."
"You want me to kidnap the kid?"
Pete was so alarmed Jane didn't know whether to laugh or slap his friend. But he probably gave reasons for the man's worries.
"Just take her to do something, I don't know, maybe to see the elephant."
"Daisy hates kids."
"As long as she doesn't eat the girl, that's fine."
The big man sighed. "Fine."
"I knew I could count on you, buddy!" Jane tapped a nervous Pete on the back.