A/N: This is the first ever fan fiction I've managed to work up the nerve to publish and it's probably really horrible, but I hope you enjoy!
Teresa Lisbon had always been told there was a fine line between love and hate. She had always scoffed at those who believed this, however. There is huge line between love and hate. In fact, they should be on opposite sides of the universe. Love should be easy, perfect, a whirlwind on positive emotions. You don't hate the one you love. At least, that's how she felt before she met Patrick Jane.
Most of the time he was the most frustrating, infuriating, childish (she could go on and on) man she had ever met. Did she hate Patrick Jane? No, but at times she felt like she came pretty close. Yet there were those moments, sometimes few and far between, where he made her feel…well she didn't know how he made her feel; but whatever it was certainly was not hate. Maybe the line between love and hate was thinner than she thought. Maybe someday she would cross that line for Patrick Jane.
She was suddenly yanked from her reverie by the sound of the local sheriff shouting about how her consultant was completely ruining his investigation. What has he done now?
"JANE!" she bellowed.
Maybe someday she would cross the line between love and hate for Patrick Jane, but for now she'll definitely stick to hate.