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Jane walked back into the CBI Building and swiped his card. He slipped into the bull pen and set a box on his desk. He pulled his card out again and opened Lisbon's office. He then took a cute little box out of a bag and sat it on Lisbon's desk.
Dearest Lisbon, You drive me nuts. Patrick Jane
He walked back out and locked the door. Patrick went back to his desk, grabbed the big box, and went to the couch. He opened the box and took out a pillow. It read, "To my dad. Love, Kaili Jane."
Lisbon and the rest of the team walked in. She went straight to the couch and found Jane fast asleep. He was clinging to a small pillow. He looked adorable.
"Aww, it's so cute," VanPelt said as she hit Lisbon on the shoulder.
"Yeah, but it's probably drug induced."
"Nope, the drawer is still locked. The only place he broke into was your office."
"Jane!" Jane shot up and then scrambled to his feet. The pillow was still in his arms.
"Lisbon?"
"You broke into my office? I thought…"
"Have you seen what I left for you yet?"
"No, I was just watching you sleep."
"Oh, yeah, I fell asleep with out the use of those stupid pills. Thank you very much."
"That's very good…wait! You broke into my office after I told you not to! You are going…"
"Go look at your desk. I'm still tired, good-night." Jane fell back onto the couch and fell asleep.
"He just fell asleep with out drugs." Lisbon was dumbfounded.
"Teresa, go to your office," Jane ordered in his sleep.
"Fine, I will." Lisbon opened her door and saw the little box and the note. She read the note and her eyes started to water. Then she grabbed the box and opened it. Inside was the cutest little teddy bear she had ever seen, in its hands, the heart said, "Be mine." It was adorable.
"Jane?" Lisbon cried. She watched as Patrick stood up and walked slowly into her office. As he entered, he closed the door. The shades were still drawn from the last night too.
"What do you mean by this?"
"What is says."
"Really? Patrick, we can't."
"I know, I just wanted to tell you, how I felt. So you and I are on the same page."
"Patrick, we're on more then just the same page. You know I care for you but it can't, we can't."
"I know, that's why I also left you the other thing."
"The other thing?" She pushed the box out of the way and found his file and his card. She looked up to him and saw the hurt in his eyes.
"You can't quit. We need you, I need you here."
"I'm staying in Sacramento for a while but then I am going back home. My family could use me closer instead of me running from them."
"Where are you originally from?"
"Australia, I came to the United States for college and never left."
"But that's so far away."
"Yes, but my parents want me home to be there for my youngest daughter's graduation."
"What?"
"My sister graduates in two months."
"You have siblings?"
"Four, my oldest brother, Jake, is 47. My older sister, Mary, is 45, then its Stacy also at 45. They are the other parts of my triplets. I am the other. I am the youngest of the triplets. Then there is Sasha, who is eighteen. She is adopted, I don't really know her."
"It must have sucked being the only boy triplet."
"Yes and being last was worse."
"I guess, how much older are the girls?"
"Mary was born on Tuesday at 11:54. Stacy was born at 11:59 and I was born at 12:06. I was born on Wednesday."
"So, they are like a day older?"
"Yes, in theory."
"So, you are like the true baby?"
"Yes, born and raised. Cocky, spoiled, yes those were good days."
"I'm sorry."
"I bet it sucked being the only girl and the oldest for that matter."
"Yes, John and Josh were a pain."
"I bet, well, I guess this is good-bye?"
"No, it's just the beginning to a new chapter in our lives."
"Well, salut."
"A bien toi."
