Chapter 2: Kiss With a Fist

She had died - right? Somehow, on her way down the aisle with her best friend she had died. Lisbon had waited for as long as she could for Jane to say something to her. She had given him so many chances and in the end all he did was stomp on her heart, or pretend as if he didn't see what was right in front of him. Then - when she decided maybe he thought he wasn't good enough for her, she found someone who treated her nicely... someone who respected her.

Lisbon told him, of course, because even if he is her best friend; she wanted him to be jealous. So she flaunted the relationship because she knew it was wrong on so many levels. And, even though it is wrong, she wants him to feel what she has been feeling forever. He does feel it. She can see the hurt behind his eyes... but he never acts. He never does what she has always wanted him to do and before she knows it - all three of them are friends.

Now he has totally planned this beautiful wedding himself and, as her best friend, is walking her down the aisle. Then it hit her. He planned their wedding. Everything here is something she would love but then there are subtle hints of him. Tea is being served at the reception and everyone in the bridal party is wearing vests. She sent an invitation to Sam and Pete from the carnival for God's sake. She had been so stupid! Now when the priest asks the question. That question which means nothing and which she now wishes she had taken out of the vows - Patrick Jane stands up - with a handful of cards.

When the priest asks if there is anyone who can show just cause that she and Marcus should not become man and wife, Jane confesses. He tells her how lost he was when he met her, how he was straight out of an insane asylum, and of how all he was living for was to get revenge. He tells everyone in the church how she opened his eyes and he did nothing in return but hurt her over and over again. Then he gets into how he loved her for so long he can't remember a time when he didn't. Brings up those subtle moments of tea and apples. How he would make her origami frogs, share ice cream sundaes with her and tried to keep her safe always. He told so much she didn't know when she had started to cry but it didn't seem like she was going to stop anytime soon. He was breaking her heart and he didn't even know it.

*WD*

"Well? Jane asked patiently.

It was at this moment Teresa Lisbon realized this whole elaborate confession was meant for something. It was meant for her to do something, to take some kind of action. A part of Teresa wanted to give Jane what he wanted. She really did want to say "Yes, Jane, I will marry you!" then throw her arms around him and never let him go. But he had made her wait for so long.

"Teresa, let's just pretend like he didn't do this and finish our vows. Jane, you have ten seconds to get the hell away from us!" Marcus, his voice raised stridently, made demands from both of them.

"Teresa please." Jane pleaded, with his heart laid bare for all to see.

She didn't know what to do. They both were staring at her. They both loved and needed her so much.

"Marcus, you are a great person. Anyone would be honored to be your wife, but I shouldn't have let this go on for so long. I'm truly sorry." She told Marcus Pike leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"We both are sorry Marcus. You are a great guy, but Lisbon and I are just meant to be. I know that waiting until this moment to do this kind of thing was wrong. It was just I wanted Lisbon to know how I felt. Now there's no doubt of how much I love her."

"You're right, Jane, this moment has let me know exactly how you feel about me."

No one was more surprised with what happened next than Jane. Lisbon balled up her fist and smacked Jane right in the face knocking him straight to the floor of the church.

*WD*

Wayne Rigsby and Kimball Cho gladly handed Grace Van Pelt-Rigsby a twenty each because she had told them Jane would do something to stop the wedding. In return she passed that money back to Cho because he predicted Jane would end up on the floor from a punch to the face