AN: Final chapter everyone. Thank you for the reviews and this piece brought tears to my own eyes.
First try writing Angst. Tell me what you think. =)
Disclaimer: Is there a chance of owning the series by clapping hands twice? *claps twice* ... *claps twice again* ... Dang -.-'
His hands kept her from seeing where he was taking her.
"Jane, for the last time, where are we going?"
"Lisbon, for the last time, you need to be patient. I assure you, we're almost there"
She sighed, slightly annoyed at her consultant. He had ushered out of the office, saying he had to show her something.
As they walked awkwardly down the streets, it seemed strange to be guided by him.
His hands were warm and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, making her shiver.
"We're here", he said, clearing his throat.
"Finally"
He took his hands off of her eyes, placing them on her shoulders. The gasp that left her lips made him smile. He had outdone himself this time, and in a good way.
The crystal water of the beach, and the memories it held (the good ones) made her eyes shinier. She turned to him and he smiled sheepishly.
"Jane, how did you…"
"Know that this is favourite place to be alone with your thoughts?"
She felt her cheeks getting a little bit hot and nodded. His smile grew and he winked.
"I'm the psychic here, remember?"
His answer made her let out an unlady like snort, but her smile lit up her features.
"Why are we here, Jane?"
I thought it would be good for you to get out of the office and forget about the world for a few hours"
"But…"
"Besides, you need to relax and take your time. You've been drowning yourself in paperwork ever since…"
Teresa didn't say a word. She just nodded and took in the view of her favourite place on the beach.
She debated about whether or not telling him that this was all…
"Teresa?"
The softness in his voice almost made her cry. This was not how it was supposed to be…
"Teresa, are you ok?"
"N-no, Jane…"
"Talk to me"
Sitting, she dug her toes in the warm sand, gathering the courage to tell him what she needed.
"Patrick, I need to tell you something"
"I'm all ears"
"I came to CBI when I was just 25. I was young, naïve, fresh from the Academy… It was Sam who helped me through my rookie days in his team. All guys, I was the only woman, and in this job you have to almost be a man to get the respect you deserve. The friendship I had with Bosco soon became a sexual relationship. I was only 27. I was enthralled with that man"
She noticed his expression change to one of jealousy and internally, she smiled.
"A few years later, Bosco spoke to Minelli and I got my promotion, Senior Agent with my own team. I appreciate what Bosco and Minelli did for me and maybe that's why I've always played by the book, but then you came, my beautiful disaster"
His expression changed again, but now it was one of confusion.
"The man that had a truckload of emotional baggage, the man that had already planned to get revenge on the serial killer who murdered his family, the same man that always made me smile despite the days when I was in a high bitch mood, and the same man whom I fell in love with"
He wasn't smiling. His face was serious but his eyes were sparkling.
"But I know that this crystal water, this beach, this moment, you, all of this is a dream. And everytime I wake up, I cry, because I wish you there, comforting me, holding me in your arms where I would feel safe and protected"
"Teresa, I…"
Even in her dream, she cut him off with a kiss.
She had to let go of him, but his memory would forever be imprinted in her heart.
Lips sliding against the other, the last kiss… Memories of a dance, when she realised what she felt for him… Memories of broken promises and funerals…
She no longer felt his lips and she knew that the dream was over.
She was back in her office and it was past 1am, already. Grabbing her things, she locked her office door and went to the elevators, making her way past the bullpen.
The couch – his couch – that also held too many memories and she smiled.
It had been 4 months since his funeral, 4 months since she saw his face, the boyish grin and the deep blue eyes she loved.
Still smiling, Teresa walked outside the bullpen and looked back one last time, whispering,
"I wish you loved me too, Patrick"