A/N: Fastest update of LIFE (for me)! New episode tomorrow! I'm so happy and hope this chapter tides you over till the next chapter. I also found an AU tag for So long and thanks for all the Red Snapper that I wrote a while back. Check it out if you feel like it and hope you tell me something about it.
I really am doing my best in updating and this chapter is extra long to make up for my lack of updates. In the beginning of this, I was dead set on hurting Jane while surfing then I remembered that it was never my intension to write anything that might sway to comfort/hurt since I read enough of those already and I get too emotional about it. Yes, I'm such a geek but I got over it and I need to stop ranting now.
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Sunday (2 weeks later)
Before the sun had a chance to rise above the horizon, Lisbon buried her face in her fiancé's neck as his arms instinctively wrapped around her tiny frame to savor their time together before they take off to do their own thing for the day.
"What time is Cho picking you up today," she asked groggily against his neck, enjoying her Patrick's distinctively masculine smell.
"7:30, he's dropping by Rigsby's place first. You're still picking my up right?"
She was about to reply but a gasp took its place as she was yanked, none too gently, from her comfortable spot by his side to be placed atop him. Teresa grumbled and wiggled to get accustomed to her other favorite spot and Patrick reciprocated with a throaty grunt. "You need to stop what you're doing if you want to get to the airport in time to pick up your brothers and niece. I don't need them gaining ammunition to kill me twice in one day."
"Mmmhh… you're fault," was her muffled reply.
He hugged her tightly against him and kissed her pouty lips before loosening his grip on her. He then rolled them over so she was on her back and gave her nose a little peck before untangling himself to get ready. "I'll see you later, my sweet."
"Mmmhh" was the only thing he got from her.
…
"Aunt Reese!" A blur of long dark hair with skinny legs came barreling right to her and she opened her arms expecting the strong impact of said blur. A second later, the blur was wrapped around her, "Hello to you too Annie."
Just as she let go of her niece, her feet left the ground as another set of arms, much bigger, toned and slightly hairy wrapped around her and hurled her up against a broad chest. "Put me down, Tommy!"
"Wow Reese! You are an epitome of manners for our niece, ask a little nicer will you?" came her other brother's voice, Michael.
"Screw you, Mike!"
"Is this the result of living in California for all this time?" a similar voice as Michael's inserted.
Lisbon tried to sound sincere by putting her authoritarian voice that the boys, now men, grew up with, "Shut up Mark! Just let me go, Tommy and stop ganging up on me!"
"You know the drill, Reese. Just say please," said Mike and Mark together.
"Ughh! Fine! Please." Her request granted, Tommy released his hold on her and another two sets of arms engulfed her again. Teresa Lisbon didn't do hugs but when it came to her family and Patrick, she was a goner. She would never tell them that since the smiles on their faces while trying to wrestle her for a hug almost ninety five percent of the time was worth it.
They started walking back to the parking lot when she was bombarded with the questions she's been expecting from her brothers.
"So… why isn't Mr. Fiancé with you?"
"Where is he?"
"Are you hiding him from us?"
She loves her brothers immensely but it's just too much when they're being over protective. She was the eldest for heaven's sake and not just some helpless girl by the street, she's a cop, dammit and she took care of them when they were little, she can handle herself just fine. Thank you very much!
Lisbon stopped and turned to face her brothers placing each index finger against a brother and a deadly stare for the indexless one. She gave them the look she always gave them when they were little when all she meant was business, serious business and she knew her bothers would cower when she used it against them with the right tone of voice, "Let's me make something plain and clear, you can threaten him all you want but if one strand of blonde hair is out of place, just one, we talk. Got it?"
For a second she thought she saw all three pairs of eyes twinkle with mischief, the one she usually got from Jane when he was about ready to cause another media crap storm. She knew as soon as one brother crossed his arm against his chest that they were all thinking the same thing and the twinkle she saw wasn't some trick of the light. Her uncertainties were confirmed when Mark replied, "Don't worry sis, we'll scare the crap out of him without even touching him."
"That's what I'm afraid of," she said while covering her face with both her hand and sliding it back to smooth her hair.
Sensing their sister's frustration, all three Lisbon men dropped their luggage to crowd over their sister. "This really is serious this time, isn't it?" Mike asked.
She responded with a nod of her head and another brother shared his thoughts, "I thought this was a sequel to the whole Greg thing and seeing how upset you are about it, it's the complete opposite."
"Reese," it was Tommy's turn this time, "We just want the best for you and with what you've told us over the past decade, we just want to be sure that he won't hurt you like those jerks you dated back then."
The genuine concern from her brothers warmed her heart and she couldn't stand being upset with them, "I may have complained about Jane being a pompous ass, know it all and a walking disaster but he's my walking disaster and I know for a fact that I won't wake up one morning ready creep out of the room leaving the engagement ring on the bedside table with a note saying 'sorry'," she looked at each one of them including her silent niece before continuing, "He's the wall breaker." When she said this, her brothers understood exactly what she meant. That Patrick Jane tore down her wall, the same wall all the Lisbon siblings erected since their mom died.
"And Patrick makes me happy."
…
With her brothers in the backseat and Annie in front, she headed for the beach to pick up Patrick for lunch. She took the closest open spot near the water and stepped out of the car scanning the water through her sunglasses for a mop of blonde curls.
A figure lying on the board waiting for the right wave smiled and raised his hand next to his head when he acknowledged her.
The wave that he was waiting for appeared and started to approach it. He stood up, timing the wave perfectly and started showing off. One thing was for sure, Patrick Jane surfed like he did everything else, with excellent grace and perfection. That's my surfer, she thought to herself.
He picked up his towel and started drying his hair and walked to where she was standing then turned around so she could unzip his wetsuit.
"You just can't help yourself can you?" she said, starting their normal banter.
She noticed a few heads turned their way to see the view of Patrick's tan, toned upper body. Arms and torso dry, he encircled one arm around her waist to pull her closer to him and kissed her softly. Hands spread against said tan torso; their sweet kiss is quickly turning into something too steamy for the public to see.
"Ahem," a loud clearing of someone's throat broke them up successfully.
"Hey Cho, Rigs," Lisbon greeted.
"You guys might want to pack up early if you don't want mustang girl to be identified tomorrow at work."
…
"What the heck Kylie! Why didn't you guys tell me?" Agent Maddie Simmons yelled at her friend slash co worker, Agent Kylie Tan through the phone. She recently found out the girls had another rendezvous at the beach and failed to inform her. Recently, with Patrick Jane's spiced up love life the rumor mill in the CBI is like a fireplace in the winter; always fed and continuously burning.
The mustang and its mystery driver ignited the whole thing and now half of CBI is caught up with details and it's a case they want to solve and not just for the huge sum of money involved in the office pool.
She parked her car next to a recognizable black Chevy Traverse, same Chevy Traverse that is issued to Lisbon's team. Simmons didn't think twice about since half of Lisbon team surfed with the other guys in the building including the most rumored man of said building and got out of her own car.
Car locked, keys in her bag and floppy summer hat in place Agent Maddie Simmons of Vice looked up and saw the people occupying the car adjacent to hers and immediately recognized the girl sitting shotgun.
A girl she saw months before perusing the halls of the SCU.
The only girl Patrick Jane felt at ease with to teach the methods of his pick pocketing ways.
A girl who resembled her aunt from head to toe and there was no doubt about it.
"Kylie, I think I have to go."
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