Authors Note: This is super short because this is all I had to say. Im gonna write a oneshot for sundays episode cause I just have so many fellings for that one so...
Disclaimer: sadly I don't
He held her tight when they slept. Well more like Lisbon rested her head on Jane's shoulder and cried on and off. Then Jane wrapping his arms around her so that even she couldn't get out without his say.
She shifted at the light and tapped Jane's shoulder to asking him to let her go. After debating letting her go and keeping her hugged against him he realized that he should let he go but not to far.
"I know your not just going to wait, " she said.
"Yes I am, " he said.
"I couldn't move at all last night, you held me too tight, " she said rubbing her arms.
"Did I hurt you, " he asked.
"Just a few marks on my arms but it doesn't hurt, " she said.
"I really don't want to fight with you, " Jane said.
"I know, " she said siting on her desk.
"God I need a drink, " Teresa said. She walked around not even caring that Patrick was in the room. She unlocked the bottom draw of her desk and pulled out the whiskey and glass. She poured it in and gulped it down quickly letting out a deep relaxing breathe.
Jane watched in awe. He never knew. Never even suspected.
"I can practically hear your question Patrick, " Teresa said. She gulped down another glass and put the glass and whiskey back in the draw.
"Are... were you an alcoholic, " he asked.
"I don't know how to say what I was. When I was about 19 I was pretty much still taking care of all my brothers except Tommy was in and out of our apartment. I worked three jobs. I had no life so once I knew that all the boys were asleep I would drink... a lot. I'd drink until I passed out. It lasted a few months until Alex woke up one night and found me throwing up and crying in my bathroom one night and I stopped, " she said.
"What were your jobs, " he asked.
"Well I wasn't a stripper or a hooker or anything like that. I worked in a club at nights and brought drinks to the men. I didn't take off my clothes, get on the pole, or lap dance people..."
"Did you sleep with them?"
"A few times if the we really needed the money. Then I was a waitress and worked in a mall."
"As what?"
"Jeez you really don't like it when I sell myself do you."
"I'm defiantly not a fan,"
"I had to wear the clothes sometimes but mostly helped fit people and tell them what looks good on them."
"You didn't sleep with anybody, " he asked.
"No I worked in the women's side of the department but I still got the discounts on the men's side for my brother."
"What clothes did you wear?"
"Your obsessive, but summer stuff shorts, tank tops, maybe a bikini if I put make up on my scars; they needed super pretty girls so no scars"
"Your gorgeous, " he said.
"I don't need the uplift."
"Fighting?"
"Sorry."
She got up and walked back to the pull out bed. She jumped on next to him. Patrick laid out his arm and she rested the side of her head on it. Her left hand fidgeted with the band of his boxers and her right hand laid on his chest. He played with the back of her hair. He moved his hand to lay on hers hand and brushed his fingertips on the back of her hand.
"I'm scared, " Teresa whispered with tears in her eyes.
"So am I, " Patrick cried.
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"This is awful, " Van Pelt whined.
"Yeah it is I can't believe this is happening to them, " Rigsby said.
"Ouch, " Van pelt said holding her neck. She brought her hand to the front of her face. The little drop of blood rolls down her hand. She sees Rigsby and Cho both grab a part of there bodies flinching. Her eyes began to close and she fell on the ground. She looked at Lisbons office and saw Jane struggling with a man in a ski mask. He hit Jane over the head and he crawled back to Lisbon but the man was to quick and lunged to Lisbon. The man took out his gun and pointed it a Jane. She slowly lowered her gun and Grace heard Jane yell, " DO IT" He grabbed Lisbon. Kicked Jane few times on the ground. Boss was squirming and the man threw her over his shoulder. Jane was struggling to his feet holding onto thing in the room. He was screaming, " LET HER GO" Grace reached for her gun and pointed it at the elevator. She pulled the trigger and missed hitting a wall behind them. The man threw a knife that cut her shoulder. "PLEASE" Jane sobbed still launching himself for item to item. Lisbon was putting up a fight to h=get out of his hold as he was walking through the office. He banged her head into the wall calming her.
"Patrick, " Grace could barely hear her say everything starting to go fuzzy. He took her into the elevator. She hear them call each others name one more time before Jane fell down and Lisbon disappeared behind the elevator door.
