A/N: Hi again! Thank you for the lovely reviews. I received a mail notifying that musical lyrics are not can't I insert them if I credit them clearly?

The lyrics are of the first paragraph of the song 'Just Breath' by Pearl Jam.

Practiced all my sins,
Never gonna let me win, aw-huh,
Under everything, just another human being, aw-huh,
Yeah, I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world
To make me bleed.

Stay with me,
You're all I see.

Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see,
No one knows this more than me.
As I come clean.

The chill of the night invaded Jane's clothes as he sat still on Teresa's doorstep.

It's been a little over half an hour. Finally his weary vision caught movements. Her small figure wrapped in a coat walked slowly, shoulders sagging. Patrick breathed in sharply, his feet losing all strength to stand. All the pain, the desperate desires enveloped him in a blinding paroxysm.

Lisbon pushed into her front yard. But she stopped dead in her tracks, spotting the lone silhouette at of her door, gazing at her with an unfathomable expression. Her knees buckled underneath her and she held on to the half height wooden entrance, vision blurring slightly.

A second later Patrick was by her side and even in her weak state and with all that had happened, she felt drawn to the handsome man looming over her. She tried pushing him away but he effortlessly picked her up and walked up to her house. He paused and fumbled to get out the keys from her bag. As he was unlocking the door a light turned on somewhere across them, lighting up Lisbon's face. Unnerved by her devastating appearance he averted his gaze from Lisbon's closed expression.

Ten minutes later she sat in her bedroom, sipping the coffee Jane had just made her. He put a tray of sandwiches on the bedside table and sat across her at the end of the bed. He watched in silence as she ate, never looking up at him. After she was done he took the dish and mug away; washing them and putting them away.

She had changed into a jersey and pajamas and sat beside the full height window in her bedroom. A silver moon peeked from behind the clouds, throwing a ghostly glow to her frail structure. Patrick came in and she faintly noted his disheveled hair, lines on his forehead and strangely wet eyes. His warmth radiated off to her as he sat beside her. Neither of them had spoken one syllable yet.

After almost ten minutes of unbearable quiet, Teresa bit out, "Why are you here, Jane?"

It took a few moments for Patrick to consider the question.

"I didn't mean it."

Lisbon scrutinized him, demanding further clarification.

He cleared his throat and said, "I didn't mean to say goodbye. I can't ever say goodbye to you, Teresa."

He gently held her small hands in his rough ones, and looked right into her beautiful olive eyes and said, "You remember the time we staged your and Rigsby's shooting at the CBI? I said something right before I fired those shots."

He inched closer, squeezing her hands. "I never meant anything more than I meant that. I had always tried to conceal the strength of my feelings for you, Teresa. But time and again I failed. That night when Red John answered your cell I…" he gulped, Lisbon's bloody face floating in his mind. "Teresa, I love-"

Lisbon pulled away and stood up in a flash. She looked at Patrick with steely eyes. Patrick too scrambled on his feet, dreading the consequences of his worse judgment. After all, did he have the right to decide for Teresa whether or not they should be together, despite the deep rooted feelings they both harbored?

"Go away," Lisbon said coldly.

"Teresa-"

"Don't Jane! Just leave." she almost screamed, her voice thick.

Jane quietly crossed the room but at the last moment, at the door, he turned, tears threatening to pour, "Stay. God knows, I love you and I need you, Teresa. Please stay. I can't... can't let you go."

Lisbon had her back to him and responded, her voice barely audible, "It's too late. I don't believe you, Patrick. Not anymore."

He clearly saw that he couldn't stop her from leaving. This was farewell. A tear betrayed and sped down his cheek. "You deserve a much better man than me but I can't let you go away without hearing this. Teresa, I can't remember a moment with you where I wasn't in love with you. It was you. It will be you. Always."

She simply stood in the middle of the room, with her back turned to him.

Once Patrick closed the door behind him he broke into a run. Twenty minutes afterwards, with muscles and lungs searing he staggered to a stop. On the stone walls that made the gate to the Church he rested his head and panting, stared into the jet black sky, knowing there won't be another divine intervention ever again.

As soon as the main door clicked shut, signaling Patrick's exit, Teresa shook at the coldness seeping within her. She sank to the ground and for the first time since her mother's death, broke into heart-wrenching sobs.