N.S.H.A - Chapter 2

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first pice of work. You have no Idea how much confidence that has given me in my ability to write and not bore people to death. I am currently working on another story and should be up in a couple of days.

Anyways this is the second and probably the last chapter in this story. Anyway, enough about that, Lets get on with the show.

Previously:

I hand him my rings, gather my keys, gun and purse from my desk while attempting and failing to keep the tears from rolling down my face and proceed to walk towards the elevator without a second glance back and the man I left behind. I'm glad I didn't because if I did, I would of forgiven him in a heart beat.

Not so happy Anniversary - Chapter 2

Only when I was in the privacy of my own car did the tears start to flow down my cheeks and onto the steering wheel that I was using to shield my face. I couldn't let anyone see me crying anywhere, because Tough as nails CBI Agent Teresa Lisbon does NOT cry. Once the tears slowed down, I was finally able to compose myself, starting the car for my trip back to my apartment. Before I knew it, I was sitting in my car outside my apartment unable to walk inside that empty apartment for another night in a row. After 10 minutes, I finally gain the courage to get out of my car and take the short walk up the path to my front door.

As I walk in, a part of me has hope that he opened his eyes and was here to surprise me, but once again, my heart let me down as I walked around the place, getting ready for what will possibly be another sleepless night. While making dinner, a small glimmer of light caught my eye. Thinking that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, I disregard it and sit myself in front of the television, homemade lasagna in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. After finishing my dinner, my mind wanders to the conversation that I had with Jane in the office, the one that had us both in tears. I wondered if I was being to harsh on the poor man or if I was doing the right thing in standing my ground and making choose between his revenge or for me. I really did hope that he would of picked me but I guess when you commit yourself to something for so long, it is hard to let go. I guess a girl can only dream right?

After clearing up all traces of dinner, and doing some general house hold duties, I finally changed into my 'LISBON' jersey and headed for bed. I stood at the foot of my bed, looking down at it. I recall the rare occasions that we did share this bed, or any bed in that case. I'm pretty sure that it was less than fifteen times since the day we started dating till now but I guess i've just learned to live with it but it is on days like this that I wish that he was here with me in this bed, holding me close to his side and whispering sweet words in my ear but once again, I fall asleep which no-one to hold onto, no-one to kiss me goodnight, no-one to say 'I Love You'.

When my alarm goes off I feel good, great in fact, for reasons that I cannot explain, then like a tsunami, it all comes back to me. The silence. The fight. The forgotten anniversary, and it takes everything I've got to stop my self from breaking down again into a babbling mess on my bedroom floor.

Getting ready for wok is now routine for me. I am pretty much in auto pilot mode until I reach the CBI, then I change from forgotten wife to CBI Agent in charge Teresa Lisbon. During this morning routine, my mind is constantly wandering back to the events of yesterday, unable to shake the thought that I might of scared him away for good. That he will never come back to me. That he will never love me like the way he loved his first and one true love, his late wife, Angela Ruskin. It is no secret that she was beautiful and that Jane loved her and their daughter more than anything in the world and their death shook him right to the core, but i've seen people bounce back from that and find the soulmate, even after tragic events in their life. I know I thought I did when Patrick and I started dating but I guess the feelings were just one way. I guess I'm just not good enough for him. Not a close enough resemblance to his late wife.

I was deep in my thoughts when a faint knock on my door pulled me out of them. It was so soft that I might of missed it and I really wonder how I didn't. I slowly make my way to the door, making sure that I have my gun ready and loaded, and proceed to open the door, to find the unexpected.

He was there, in his signature three-piece suit, with every kind of flower ever grown in his hands and placed neatly by the front of my apartment.

"What do you want Jane?" I said, trying and possibly failing to keep the emotions out of my voice.

"I just want to say that I am truly sorry for the way that I've been treating you and I would like to make it up to you". he says softly. Just the sound of his voice alone makes all the pain and anger disappear.

He takes my silence as a yes and before I can start my sentence, I feel his mouth crashing against mine, fueled with passion and desire. We pull away from each other and my eyes fall immediately fall to examine the top of my shoes. He places his fingers under my chin and gently guides my lips to his once more for a slow, soft kiss, filled with love. my eyes remain closed as he whispers the words I've been wanting him to say for a long time.

"I Love You Teresa Lisbon"

I pull him into my apartment and whisper the words back.

"I Love You too Patrick"

He guides me into the bedroom and fall asleep together, in each others arms, and for the first time, I feel that everything will be alright. We will make it through. The last thing I hear before I drift into a peaceful sleep is his voice in my ear.

"I love you Teresa, and I am never letting you go."

Fin

A/N: Hey guys, so what did you think? huh? I was thinking of doing a sequel to this from Jane's point of view. Would you guys like that or just a whole new story. I've got a whole bunch planned. Anyways, Review or PM me to tell me what you guys or girls want to read. See you next time.