JEALOUSY
/ˈje-lə-sē/ noun.
Mental uneasiness from suspicion or fear of rivalry, unfaithfulness, etc.
Vigilance in maintaining or guarding something.
"Tell her. Before it's too late."
Patrick Jane turns to see Wayne Rigsby and Kimball Cho eyeing him. "What?" Patrick asks, feigning ignorance. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
Wayne shakes his head chuckling, "For a mentalist, you sure are dense sometimes."
"Me? Dense?"
"Yes, you," Kimball chimes in. "Just bite the bullet and tell her how you feel."
"And how do I feel?" Patrick muses.
"You're in love with her," Wayne shrugs. "The mere thought of her with another man is driving you up the wall right now."
Patrick waves them off, "Meh. Your crush on Van Pelt is making you soft, Rigsby. And you, Cho, have been reading too many novels, so you're both seeing things that aren't really there. Besides, like I'd ever take love advice from either of you – Mr. Lost Puppy and Mr. Stoic."
Wayne and Kimball exchange knowing glances, but remain silent before taking sips from their beers. If their friend wants to be stubborn about it, so be it. They will sit back and enjoy the show – for now, at least.
Ignoring his co-workers, Patrick sits back in his seat, silently sulking as he watches Teresa Lisbon converse with a tall, dark and handsome male at the bar. He scowls as she throws her head back, letting out a loud and appreciative laugh, exposing her porcelain neck. He clenches his jaw as the man reaches out and pushes a stray tendril behind her ear, cupping her cheek lightly afterwards.
He cannot ignore the gnawing, growing pit expanding in the bottom of his stomach as he continues to watch the scene in front of him. Who is this man? And why is he allowed to even be within three feet of her, let alone be allowed to touch his Lisbon. His. Patrick Jane's. Not… this thing's. She is his – Patrick's Teresa. Unable to suppress the urge any longer, and much to his friends' surprise, he swiftly gets up from his chair and strolls towards the couple.
"There you are, sweetheart," he beams as he nears them, his arms wide open. Teresa cocks her head at him in confusion before he envelopes her and kisses her on the cheek. "I've been looking all over for you, my dearest," he grins before turning and extending his hand to the man. "Patrick, nice to meet you. I see you've already met my wife."
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A/N - Again, thank you to everyone who is reading and/or reviewing. You know who you are. You rock and I love you for it. I'm not completely overjoyed with this installment, so there may be a rewrite later on.
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