I'm back from holiday! Woo hoo :P Here is the next chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, reviews make me very happy. I happen to completely adore this chapter if i do say so myself! I really love it. And the chapter after it which is already written (yes this is me trying to get people to review!) Anyway, i hope you like it.

"Jane…. Patrick," she held eye contact. She had to hold eye contact. Come on Teresa it was now or never. "I'm pregnant," she sobbed as emotions and sheer exhaustion and stress overwhelmed her, "It's yours."

Chapter 2

They held their gaze for what felt like hours, his striking greeny-blue eyes locked with her shimmering green ones. He saw the terror and apprehension in her eyes and turned around when he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Patrick?" The soft sound of her gentle and vulnerable voice broke him completely. He couldn't deal with this, he couldn't cope. And so, though he hated himself for doing it, he turned and ran out of her office.

Shocked and hurt she stood rooted to the spot for several seconds. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. She was pregnant. With his baby. And he had run.

Coming to her senses she followed him, as she moved the tears spilled over the edge of her eye with one blink.

Shit. She thought, as she caught the team's attention. How the hell was she going to explain this?

Shaking it off quickly she ignored the concerned and confused stares she was getting from her colleagues and continued.

She guessed he'd already taken the elevator, so she chose the stairs.

She came out into the parking lot, and looked around for him. She waited for a few minutes he didn't turn up. She didn't even know why she was bothering to wait for him. He had run out on her, and then it hit her: It was alright for him, he could run off at any time, he could abandon her. She couldn't abandon this.

She had to get away from it all. From her office with that damn pregnancy test just innocently lying there, from the team, from people. She was angry at Jane for running; she hadn't pegged him for a running type. So as she started up her car ready to go, somewhere, anywhere she'd stopped crying and was starting to feel the hurt, really feel the hurt. In a way crying eases the pain a little. It distracts you, you know you're crying because you feel terrible or something bad has just happened but at the same time the effort put into crying can make you forget, just a little. Forget a tiny bit about what had happened because you're grieving over it, instead of actively thinking about it.

No, she decided, thinking was much worse.

Because thinking, thinking made her acknowledge the fact that he hadn't said anything – not even one word when she told him she was pregnant. You'd think that would provoke a reaction? Well she supposed she had provoked a reaction, just not the one she had wanted. The thing is, that wasn't even the worst part, it was not just the fact she hadn't wanted it – it was that she hadn't expected it.

And she was pretty damn sure she'd had enough surprises today.

She didn't want to think about it anymore. But she didn't want to cry over it either. Crying made her feel weak, and she was determined to show him she wasn't weak.

Life wasn't fair. But then again she already knew that, hell she'd known it for a very long time. Since her perfect life had been completely upturned, since she peeked out the window from a curtain from her bedroom and the flashing lights of a police car met her eyes. When her dad had come upstairs yelling, she'd hid under the covers scared because she was up after her bedtime. Innocent, her worry of being found out was soon overshadowed by her entire world crashing down around her.

When she woke up this morning, she had no idea of what the day would bring.

When she slept with Jane she'd had no idea the consequences would be this big, she didn't think they'd be quite so life changing.

She cursed herself. She didn't to stop thinking; she wanted to give her brain a rest.

She was driving and she didn't even realize where she was, she looked around her. She was about ten minutes away from one of her favorite beach spots, it was quiet, secluded and stretched on for several miles mostly deserted, apart from the occasional couple or runner.

She had her gym stuff in the car because she'd intended to go after work today, until this bombshell had been dropped on her. She glanced at the time; everyone would be leaving work right about now, the sun was just beginning to sink in the sky.

In the end when she got to the empty, small parking lot for the beach she changed in the car. All she wanted to go was get out there and run. Well at least that's what she told herself, what she really wanted to do was forget. Forget it all till tomorrow, and then she would deal with it. Just one night, that's all she asked. One more night of blissful ignorance. Without the weight of this on shoulders, without having to deal with Jane or her situation.

So she was thankful when she was ready to go, to try to forget.

Climbing carefully down the steep, thin pathway that led to the beach she tried to concentrate on the soothing sound of the waves lapping onto the beach. She reached the beach and sighed. The water sparkled; it looked so beautiful the way the light from the sun danced and sparkled on the surface.

She took a deep breath in, she loved the sea air. And started to run.

The place was, as she'd anticipated, completely empty.

Pace after pace, soon her heart was beating too fast and her lungs were too desperate for air for her to think about anything but breathing, and keeping going.

Her lungs were burning, and she knew this wasn't doing her any good, but she had to keep going she had to push herself to the limit.

When her body could literally no longer take it, she collapsed on the sand panting for air and gasping, every fiber of her body screaming for oxygen.

Her legs were hurting, and she was covered in sweat but it was worth it – she had almost forgotten, at the very least she'd been extremely distracted. More focused on her pace, and her heart beating fast inside her body.

Laid down in the sand, she presumed no one was around. She was so out of it after her run that several minutes later she didn't notice the man that was subtly approaching her.

In fact, she'd been so out of it that she didn't notice the same man follow her all the way to the beach.

"Teresa?" A soft, apologetic voice startled her, and she sat up.

It was Jane. Of course it was Jane.

"What do you want?" She asked, trying to sound icy and cold, but instead coming out as vulnerable and upset.

"I'm sorry,"

She got up, "Sorry? Sorry for what Patrick?" She practically spat his name, "For getting me pregnant? Or for running when I tell you I'm pregnant and it's yours? Huh, which one?" She yelled.

"I think we both managed the first option, but yes I'm sorry for running," he touched her hand.

She pulled away like his touch was boiling hot.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" The hurt in her eyes was killing him.

"Because I need you to know I'm not normally like that, I don't normally run away from my problems."

"So our child is just another problem now?" She asked angrily, walking away from him.

"Of course not, you know I didn't mean it like that. You're twisting my words."

"Don't you think I have a right to be angry?" She yelled again, against her will tears welled up in her eyes again, what was it about this man that made her dissolve whenever she was around him? She turned and ran, this time towards the sea. She wanted to be angry, she had to be.

"Of course you do, Lisbon, wait."

He started after her; he didn't know what she was doing she was already in up to her knees. The bigger waves soaking her tiny shorts.

"What are you doing?" He yelled, running up to her not caring that he was getting wet.

"I just want to forget Jane; I just want to forget everything." She said her eyes full of tears and something else he recognized, that no one could put a name too.

It was a lot darker now, and the sun was almost gone. It's strange, her office when she told him and here now, on this god forsaken but breathtakingly beautiful area of beach seemed literally worlds apart.

All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing, which was drowned out by the crashing waves, but he wasn't focusing on any of that, he was focusing on a very distressed Teresa Lisbon, walking backwards into the waves before his eyes.

Picking up speed, he managed to get much closer to her now; they were waist deep in the dark, swirling water now. It was getting difficult to see, but he could clearly make out her outline against the dark purpley-blue sky. The sea air was whipping her dark hair around her face, in contrast with her beautiful pale skin that the pale moonlight was shining on, making her appear even more radiant than before.

As soon as he was close enough he wrapped his arms around her fragile, slight form, "You need to stop," he whispered through her hair. "Just stop, relax,"

She tried to fight him off, twisting and turning, "I can't" she yelled sobbing, thrashing around in his arms. He strengthened his hold around her shaking form.

"Yes you can," he said gently.

"I'm so angry," she said, but quietly still shaking violently.

"I don't think you are really, I think you just want to be, don't you?"

She just sobbed.

"Stop, stop fighting me Teresa."

And too tired to argue she did, his arms still wrapped around her, the waves lapping above her waist and she sobbed. Tired of keeping it in tired of 'coping' with her now far too complicated life. Tired of life in general. He cried as well, and she could feel it. He cried because he shouldn't have run, he cried for his dead daughter, he cried for the woman in his arms who he was falling in love with anyway but most of all he cried for both of them for everything they'd both lost and gained, for all the pain all the trauma life brings. And in that moment, in that bizarre, out of this world moment he swore he would never run away again. This was huge, this was unbelievable, and absent mindedly he caressed her stomach. They were having a baby. And no matter the circumstances and the relationship between them when it was made, he knew this child would be loved more than anything on this earth, he knew they would both make sure of that. He loved it already.

The sky was darkening and there was no one else around. Just them.

"All I wanted was to forget, just for one second, is that too much to ask?" She whispered softly.

All he could do in a way of an answer was tighten his arms around her.

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