Patrick Jane opened his eyes and found himself in bed alone. It took him a minute for his eyes to adjust and then another to figure out just where he was, but, when he heard the cooing sounds from the monitor beside the bed he couldn't help but smile.

On the Monitor:

"We have to be very quiet. Daddy stayed up all night with you and now it's mommy's turn. So you are going take your bottle and then we're going to go downstairs and fix some eggs.

He could hear the gurgling sounds of the little two month old.

"What's that?" she asked.

"You don't like eggs. Oh well, your daddy will be very angry to hear that."

"Jane!" Teresa let out a squawk when she was touched by the man who she had been sure was upstairs sleeping.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I was just talking to our daughter asking her to behave while I made your eggs."

"Well, if she's anything like her mother I'm sure that after her very first cup of coffee she'll be ready to party for the rest of the day" he smiled gently at his two girls.

"I never thought I could be this happy, Patrick." She smiled back, turning around to face her husband.

"I never thought I could have this again. Thank you, Teresa." He told her as he leaned in for a kiss.

All of a sudden there was an annoying buzzing sound all around them.

"Patrick, what's that noise?" she asked.

"It's the alarm clock it's time to wake up."

*WD*

Teresa Lisbon opened her eyes and slammed down on the clock to stop that annoying sound. It had been almost a year since her wedding to Marcus Pike. Almost a year since she'd seen Patrick Jane. She had stormed from the church that day and never looked back. Well... that wasn't exactly true. She had gone back to put in for a transfer which Abbott gladly put through for her. She had gotten away from Patrick and she had lived her life on her own terms. She had her head in a better place now and she could return to the FBI. No more hiding away just to get some pep back into her step. Right now, she honestly couldn't wait to see everybody.

Grace Van Pelt was running late. She had filled up the bottles and now she was trying to find her badge. Wayne was away on assignment. That was the stipulation of the two of them working for the FBI. They didn't want to work all of the same cases. It was good for them to not be together all the time, and if they were in any danger it was good that not both of them would be in harm's way. There would always be someone to come home to their children.

"Grace get going. I know you're worried but I really can handle this." Jane told her from the doorway.

"I don't know Jane. The baby had a fever yesterday and even though I know he loves his Uncle Paddy, a lot, what about Jacob, he's more than a handful." She told him, referring to her three year old monster.

"Grace I live here and I'm not needed in the office today. I'm your go-to guy when Wayne is't here. Now go, you can count on me."

Grace took in the look of her friend. Patrick Jane had changed a lot over the last ten months. People figured once Teresa left he would have some kind of breakdown, or leave town and never been seen again. He didn't though. He stayed. He stayed and followed the rules. He took his job seriously and even took in some training. He wanted to be someone who would make Teresa proud. Someone worthy of her love. Grace really could understand why Teresa had done what she had done. She just left and no one had heard from her since. Now she was coming back - today, and well, Grace was going to give her a firm talking to for what she'd done to her friend, Patrick Jane.

"You can bring the kids by for lunch. I'm no fool, I know the real reason why you don't want to be at the office today, but I'm not saying anything."

"No need to be right there when she comes in. I'm giving her space - but I'm not giving up." He smiled.

"Good 'cause no offense but neither one of you is getting any younger." She smiled referring to the three white curls in the front of Patrick Jane's hair.

*WD*

Teresa Lisbon walked into headquarters and for the first time in almost a year she felt like she was really home. She was here to take her life back and claim what was hers. She was back for Patrick Jane.

"Hey Cho, long time no see." She greeted her friend.

"Welcome back." Was the greeting she received from her longtime friend. She didn't expect any more than that, Cho was always a nan of few words.

"Where is everyone?" she asked looking around for a familiar face.

"Grace should be here soon, Wayne is on assignment he'll be back in a couple of days." He told her although he knew who she really wanted to know the whereabouts of but he just didn't feel like giving her the satisfaction of knowing yet.

"Welcome back stranger." Kim Fisher stated entering the conversation.

"Kim it's great to be back." She smiled.

"Good you can come with me to the desert, a body was found near a private school."

"One of the students?" she asked.

"No, an elderly woman was found murdered. No form of ID on her but she had a walker with her."

"A walker?" Cho asked joining the conversation.

"Yea they are thinking that maybe she got away from a nearby nursing home. She was found with her throat slit."

Teresa was taking it all in. It felt good to get back into the flow of things. She looked to the left and she saw Jane's couch. So even though she had yet to see him, she knew he was around. They would never keep the couch if he were gone. Then she noticed something else. Kim had walked over and handed Cho a cup from Starbucks. She was extremely close to him and he wasn't shying away. It looked more like he was leaning in close.

"Are you two?" she questioned.

"Jane likes to call us Kim squared but Kimball doesn't like that? Do you Kimmy." She teased him.

"I do not." He scowled but then it turned into a smile.

That smile alone let Lisbon know it was time to get out of there. She didn't know if she was ready for the Kimball smile yet.

"Come on I'll fill you in on all the details on the way." She told Lisbon as she kissed Cho on the cheek and headed toward the doors she just entered through.

Lisbon fell into step right beside her. She was disappointed she hadn't seen Jane. She had told them when she was arriving. She had completely expected him to be there, in a suit, with his tea cup in hand, ready to annoy the hell out of her... but he wasn't. He wasn't anywhere in the building as far as she could tell without asking anyone.

She quietly hummed while she and Fisher waited for the elevator. As she was taking in the design of the place trying to get a feel for all the changes ten months had made, something to her right caught her attention. They had established a memorial wall to all of the agents who had lost their lives in the line of duty. On the bottom left corner was a photo of Marcus Pike.