Author's Notes: Well I'm glad that people are liking the story. Good good, this story will have a lot of action hopefully, but I want it to be about a reconnection and falling in love for the first time. They are a few confused by some things, so I think it's time that I at least straighten up one of them. I liked this idea, and I hope that you do as well. So let us get out another chapter. Your feedback is important to me.

Chapter 4: Look at That…..

As Teresa Lisbon looked around her house it was like she wasn't a widow. Jane was gone, or so they believed but there was little pieces of him everywhere all around her house. It was weird though, it was a good thing that she was only renting out her house, because she loved that cabin in the woods, but after there was no Jane, she just couldn't be there every night, but she made sure that she and James made it there at least twice a month. She had to keep his memory alive somewhere, she made sure that James knew the stories, that way the two of them could pick up where they left off. Emma helped with that.

"So what are you thinking about?" Emma asked as she passed her a glass a wine.

"Work, and of course my investigation."

"Aw yes the investigation. You have been working on this for a while Teresa, don't you think it's time to stop dreaming."

"I'm not dreaming!" she shouted.

It was really hard for Lisbon to stay made at Emma. She was like a little Jane. She was blonde, with unruly curls, and those same damn eyes that are so green they look blue, but when she said her name. Teresa, and it has that little z sound at the end. She loses it, she loses it every time she said it. It was like a tiny prick to her heart. She sounded just like him when she said that. Most of been something in genetics. James didn't have that, all of James' genetics accept looks were all coming from her. She was already a tomboy.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want you too keep on looking for something that may not happen.

"I knew that man for almost 20 years. He's my life, if he was dead I would be dead. I don't believe that we went through all of this just to end this way. I need him, I just need to get to Madison. It's just every time I mention it Cho has a fit, but I'll be able to get there soon. Soon I won't have to worry about work."

"Is that it? I mean are you keeping your hope alive for my brother on the fact that he told you that he was out getting you a surprise that day, and you had a surprise of your own that you were waiting to tell him about." She asked gesturing towards her current state.

"Your brother didn't need to know that I was pregnant. It was only a month, and I thought that we would have more time. I would have time to prepare him for it, and then he would have embraced the idea. He wanted more after having James. He would've been too the moon on the arrival of this one."

"You mean because of Charlotte. He would've been happy. So tell me two things, how are you going to get to Madison with Cho and the Rigsbys watching like a hawk, and what will this little girl's name be? Tony? George? What's with James?"

"It was a joke. I mean I didn't think he'd do it. We were trying to figure out a name for a little girl. It was hard for a while you know, when he found out that it was going to be a girl, and we had to have the talk because I didn't want him to compare her to Charlotte, and I didn't want him not to give her all of him because of her either. I wanted her to know that her daddy loved her, and that she wasn't being compared to his dead daughter. I prayed that she wouldn't be blonde, or have her eyes. She was blonde, but even though I think she has Jane's eyes he insists that she has mine."

"So James?" she questioned once more.

"When I was having my baby people were naming their kids the craziest of things. After fruit, after crazy things, and they were giving girl's boys names and vice versa. ; So I was like well we're going to name her James. It was just a joke, I would refer to her as James or Jimmy. So did he, and sometimes he would call her button, but Jimmy stuck. I told you I had a difficult delivery and when I woke up he placed James on my chest, and she was just so beautiful. She looked like a James."

"She better be tough with a name like James Jane I think she's going to need to be."

"And Madison?"

"They've been having a little trouble of their own lately. Nothing to dangerous. Cho knows that I'm not the kind of person that wants to go on desk duty. I'll ask if I can go and help out the locals there. In a Summerville. It's about thirty minutes from Madison. I'll help out the local police there and when I can get away I'll scamper on over to Madison and see what I can find out about where "Patrick" was found." She stated with full on air quotes.

"I hope you don't do that around Grace, she would think that you are going crazy. So since she's your permanent shadow on cases I'm guessing that she will be going with you, and of course I shall to keep up with little James?" she asked hoping.

"Of course I'm going to need your expertise sometimes, and you are the only one that I can tell this stuff and you not think that I'm insane."

"Never Teresa, and I'm here for whatever you need for however long." She told her giving her hand a squeeze.

"Good, we need to pack." She told her as she got up to her feet.

"So what type of cases are you working o8n when we get there?"

"The only kind of case that they will let a 8 month pregnant woman refusing to go on maternity leave. Missing persons."

*SC*

"Is this her?" Simon asked as he approached the body.

"Yea, Ashley Brock. She was the first one to go missing. It was right before your accident. When you disappeared that day, you said that you had come with a lead. You were meeting someone near Madison, but you didn't tell me who or where." Amy added.

"So Ashley Brock, Camden Davis, Erica Ford, and George Harris. Those were the victims so far, the men and women who have gone missing. There's been no connection between them, and now the first one shows up like this?" he looked down on the dismembered body trying not to lose his lunch.

"Do you think that we can expect the others to show up like this? This town is ready for this sort of thing, I mean is this the beginning of a serial killing?" she asked in disbelief.

"Don't know, but I'm glad we got some feds coming in. We need all the help we can get.

"Well come on Simon, you have a doctor's appointment." She told him guiding him from the scene and CSI teams dusted for evidence.

"Oh come on Amy, I'm sure that they are tired of poking the freak. At the end of the month they are going to shave some skin off my ass and put it on my face. I'm sure I'll be beautiful walking around with butt face." He laughed as she guided him to her scar.

"That's one thing that you lost since the accident." She sighed.

"What?"

"You use to be funnier."

He laughed as he strapped himself in his seat belt. Now that they were alone he removed the plastic mask that he wore to hide his scars from prying eyes. Amy Gibson loved him that was the only thing he was sure about most days.

"Gibson you and I are best friends for a reason. You get me. There's lots of things that I don't remember about my past, all of it to be exact, but I do know this you got my back." He smiled at her.

"Always." She smiled back.

He leaned back in the seat to rest for the next two hour drive to his doctor's office. He was distracted though when he felt the bright sun shining on his face. He opened his eyes to take in the sun, but was greeted with a billboard. A billboard that was meant to make the passersby smile, but the smiley face greeting him made him sick, it made him sick to his stomach.

"Would you look at that." He replied before his eyes rolled back into his head.

End Notes: I know right. Two chapters in one day. I was feeling inspired. From now on lets just forget that Amy was the name of the doctor and not the best friend cause I so forgot while I was writing and every other time I referred to her as Amy. So lets just say she was Amy from the get go. So are you liking it.