A/N: Thank you guys so much for your kind reviews! Weird thing is, I can't see most of them, got like 5 in my mailbox, but can't find them when I look at the reviews. But anyhow, here is the second and last part of my story. I loved writing the first part, especially because I hated Lorelei so much and Lisbon should have been more mad at him for it.

"What would you tell the guy if he were here right now?" The voice of the interviewer scalded over the speakers. Her zoomed in image showed her scraping her lips with her front teeth. After which she formed a small pout. "That he shouldn't have told me he loved me, only to tell me he didn't remember what he said. That I shouldn't have found out from that whore that he slept with her, that he should be with me!" That raised Jane's attention. She still wanted him? After all he'd done to her? He clearly heard sadness and bitterness in her voice and it broke his heart. He'd assumed she would bury his words from before he shot her, hadn't realized how much they'd broken her. Hadn't realized how much he'd hurt her by sleeping with Lorelei.

But she still wanted him. His mind went over his options. He could always pretend he hadn't heard any of this, just going back to the way things were, hoping that her heart would one day heal, or…or…

He shouldn't think, he would only gain more doubt. So he acted on his newfound courage. Jumping up from his seat, running towards the ring as fast as he could make his way through. He was held back by a scary looking security guard, which he easily distracted by simply pointing behind the man and holding a startled looking expression, after which he clumsily rolled under the rings and finally faced the masked Vixen.

It gave him the immediate response he was hoping for. Even though her eyes, nose and cheeks were covered with black silk, her jaw dropped and it was all he needed.

Flashing her his megawatt smile before swaying in to kiss her, but instead of soft lips touching he felt an acute pain in his nose as her fist connected with it. He stumbled back and saw her jaw tighten into a bitter grimace. He was helped up by the man asking the questions. "So, I take it you're the man she was talking about." "Yes." He replied quickly as he wiped a small trace of blood away with the back of his hand. "Then we have you to thank for this champion. What's your name, son?" "Patrick." "So, Patrick, what she told us about you, is it true?" He nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid so." A loud "Booo!" rose up from the audience. He kept his eyes focused on her, hoping to read any sign that would give him an opening. She didn't give any, instead she looked like she wanted to plunge into a hole in the ground, unsure what to do and fumbling with her hands. The man next to him had asked him another question, he hadn't been listening and didn't care, he stood there contemplating for a second, deciding what his next best course of action would be. He grabbed the microphone from the man, ignoring his protest.

"Teresa, I'm so so sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for telling you that I forgot what I'd said to you. You know why I slept with her, and I'm not proud of it. At the time I thought it was necessary to get the information I needed, but I was wrong! Because if I'd known for just a second I would cause you this much grief it wouldn't have been worth it. Because I hate seeing you in pain and all I ever want to do is make you smile. I apologize profusely for not telling you this before, because the truth is, I do love you and I've always wanted you to come before my vengeance. I was just too scared to tell you, feeling it would only put you in more danger. But please, please forgive me, for I've been a fool, ever thinking any man could ever beat you. You're the strongest woman I've ever known and I hope nothing will ever kill you, because I couldn't possibly live without you. And I promise you not to take back any of this tomorrow. So please tell me, is there any chance of you forgiving me?"

Jane could see tears streaming down the mask and knew he'd hit hard to home and could only hope she would forgive him too for being so blunt. Confronting her here for everyone to see. She rose her microphone back to her mouth. "You know what, for a genius you're quit an idiot. " "I know." He replied, nervously biting his lip in awaiting the judgment of her heart.

"I've already forgiven you, Patrick….I was just angry and hurt and…" She stopped, unable to talk due to her tears. He couldn't take it anymore, even it meant risking more bodily harm and hasted to her, enfolding her in his strong embrace. She seemed to hold on to him for dear life. A jointly "Awwww…" could be heard, but he wasn't listening. His fingers went to the ribbon that held her mask in place tugging it loose and removing the mask tenderly.

There she was, his Lisbon. With dark red cheeks from the fight and red eyes from crying. An emotional jolt hit him seeing her this way and he felt a tear escape from the corner of his own eye. "Just know that I really do love you. I'm in love with you, Lisbon, been that way for years. And nothing could ever change that!"

He lowered his head, guiding her mouth to his lips and with all the passion he possessed he kissed her. Breaking her elastic band with a single finger so he could run all of them through her hair, pulling her as close as he could. Letting his tongue dance with hers, leaving all his biofeedback behind he swept her off her feet and carried her off the stage as someone held the rings opens for him. "Jane." She whispered, panting. But he stopped her words with a demanding kiss. "Jane, we have to get my car keys." Barely getting the words out, between his kisses. He groaned and followed her directions.

Finally having arrived at her car he put her down on her feet only to push her against the car to devour her neck. "Jane! I'm going to have to drive this thing!" She moaned. "So?" He whispered in her ear. "You're not helping! This way we'll never get home." He stopped, pulling back a little, taking her fully in. "After so many years of wanting, one does not simply stop touching his heart's desire when it's finally given to him." She swallowed. "But neither do I want to end this prematurely in the car, so I will continue to tell you how much I love you, while you're driving."

Lisbon didn't think she'd ever had broken so many laws, while driven, especially since she was using her siren for her own purpose, speeding through every red light that was between her apartment and them. She couldn't believe it, Patrick Jane, was whispering the sweetest things in her ear, stroking her hair with one hand and her thigh with the other, she was having a hard time concentrating on the road.

Just a few hours ago they had caught their killer together, pretending to have dosed the killer with Belladonna tea. She'd hated seeing Jane so upset over losing Charlotte again and had been sick with worry. Once again had it been very clear to her how much he was still grieving and how important his revenge was to him, what she hadn't counted on was that seeing her confess would make him turn a 180 degrees and tell her everything she'd ever wanted to hear him say.

But now was not the time to think anymore, that would probably come tomorrow morning along with all the guilt and doubt she was pushing out of her mind. For at least tonight Patrick would be hers, and if he had meant all he said, maybe forever.

They'd reached their destination and Jane was opening the door for her while she fumbled, trying to find the right key. How they made it to the door she really couldn't tell, she'd been too caught up in what his lips where doing to her neck, feeling her skin tingle from his touch.

He knew she hated losing control, but with him she could let go, feeling her shiver from his touch and seeing her eyes filled with desire. He was determined to get them to her bed, but that task seemed harder than he at first thought. His own want for her almost took over, wanting to pin her against the wall, having her right here and now.

The next morning

He woke up with a throbbing headache and the feeling like someone had scratched pretty much his whole torso to pieces. He found himself wrapped around the soft body of a woman, Teresa. He smiled and inhaled her scent, never wanting to forget it.

She felt him stir and taking a deep breath, she turned around to find him looking incredibly adorable, with his tussled hair and eyes still filled with sleep. For a moment she thought she saw him form a grin, but it disappeared almost immediately again. "Teresa?" "Yes, Patrick?" "What happened last night?" Her jaw dropped and desperation rose. He could not have forgotten again! It was then that she realized what the grin had meant and how he'd still called her Teresa.

He realized she'd caught him in his lie as a devilish smile came upon her lips. She straddled him, leaning back a little so he could take in all of her. "Well, considering you don't remember. I'm going to have to repeat it, until you do." Her lips found her way to his neck, placing soft kisses, moving on to his earlobe, suckling it a bit.

She truly was a Vixen, his little Vixen. He pushed her away so their eyes could meet again. "I love you, Teresa. And nothing can make me forget it." She smiled and seemed truly at peace, he had made some large mistakes, but now he had to chance to fix it, and he intended not to disappoint in any way.

He pulled her back into his arms, stroking her hair, holding her close. Realizing it had been his first night of peaceful rest since his wife and daughter as she whispered in his ear. "I love you too, Patrick."

A/N: Soooo, that's it. I kind of imagined that they would find a Red John note at the breakfast table, congratulating them and promising to kill Teresa. After which they worked together to find Lorelei, convince her that Red John had killed her sister and after them making out in front of her she would tell them who Red John really was and after bringing him down, they lived happily ever after, having incredible sex and making lots of babies, after a beach wedding. So what did you guys think of it? And thanks so much for reading!