After an unseemly scene with Abbott in front of the FBI building, Patrick is back in detention and he and I have settled into our old routine.
I'm happy to have him back in his suite again. I've really missed our time together. Especially the sex part.
I haven't had a steady relationship in a long time. If I add up the time between Patrick's first detention and his current one, it's coming on our five-month anniversary.
Five months. It's so nice to not have to wonder what I'll be doing after work or on the weekend. I know I'll be here quietly watching my favorite boy. Selecting his meals, doling out towels, concealing medications in his tea and making sweet love to him every night.
Someday, sometime, on some quiet evening, after we've tucked in the kids, we'll cuddle up on the sofa and I'll tell Patrick all about the wonderful nights we spent together in this cozy little suite.
It's nice to have him back. I love him more each day.
I do find that I'm still angry at him for running away in Brooklyn. And I think I might be expressing that anger during our lovemaking sessions. Which I happen to think is a healthy outlet for those feelings. Besides, he's a sturdy fellow, my Patrick.
I pull my iPad mini out of my desk drawer and watch the live feed of Patrick eating the hard-boiled egg I provided for him as a special treat. No tea for him today. Don't want him to get spoiled. That wouldn't do at all.
I put the iPad back and stroll along the window wall toward the break room. I look out onto the plaza and across to the Detention Center. Someone has parked a shiny new Airstream at the far end of the parking lot. That thing has no business being on FBI property.
I grab a bottle of water from the unit fridge and stroll back along the window wall sipping it. I see a yellow cab pull up in front of the Detention Building. Teresa Lisbon gets out carrying a duffle bag and a brown shopping bag. She heads inside.
Hmm. That's interesting. Teresa Lisbon. Airstream. Teresa-
OH MY GOD! Abbott has given in to Patrick's terms!
I run back to my desk.
I pull out my iPad. I see Teresa enter Patrick's room. He breaks into his amazing smile. She sits down and they talk for a moment. She pulls out a crinkled paper bag. Socks. He looks touched. He rubs them against his cheek.
He puts the socks on and then puts his shoes back on. They're both smiling.
He stands, she stands.
Then he kisses her.
She's startled and pushes him away. He grins. Says something.
Then she jumps on him and kisses him back. They kiss each other senseless over the span of a minute or so.
Then he grabs her hand and they run laughing out of detention.
Should I kill Teresa?
I'm seriously thinking about it. I grab my handbag with my weapon in it and race out of the building.
I'm carefully considering killing Teresa all the way. Methodically toting the pluses and minuses as I've been trained to do.
I cross the plaza and see Patrick and Teresa emerge from the Detention Center holding hands. I slow down and follow them keeping my distance.
Teresa points out the Airstream in the parking lot. Patrick picks her up, slings her over his shoulder and sprints toward the trailer.
No! That's not happening. Not while I'm armed.
I'm finished weighing the pros and cons of killing her and I think the pros well outweigh the-
Cho is suddenly there in front of me, arms crossed over his chest. It's a terrible habit of his.
Should I kill Cho? No. He's not a priority. I can always do that later.
I smile and we walk back to the FBI building companionably. Cho hasn't seen me do anything but follow them through the parking lot. So I've bought some time to make a plan.
As we ride up the elevator together I think, should I kill Abbott? He's the one who gave into Patrick's demands and let him out of detention. Nah. I always have the option of killing him later if I want to.
We get off the elevator. Cho heads back to his desk and I head to the break room where I get another bottle of water and reassume my position looking out the window wall to the Airstream in the parking lot.
They've been in there about four minutes.
The door to the Airstream flies open and Patrick is hurled out to the pavement wearing only a shirt and socks. He stands up, brushes himself off and knocks on the door. Nothing. He knocks harder. After a minute, he pounds pathetically with his fists. He sinks to his knees. Not a good look for anyone wearing just a shirt and socks.
One of the little side windows pivots open. He stands on his tiptoes and speaks in the window. The window closes. A few minutes pass. The door opens. Teresa's arm reaches out and yanks him in.
A minute later, they both come out. He's dressed. Teresa has a shopping bag in one hand and is dragging Patrick by the arm.
They enter the FBI building.
I go back to the bullpen and busy myself.
Someone is standing behind me.
Cho. He's holding a brown paper shopping bag full of apples. He offers me one. It seems Lisbon brought them from Washington State for the new team.
I look around and notice everyone in the department is munching an apple. Cho give me the tiniest hint of an encouraging smile. I take one.
Cho takes one. He bites into the apple in front of me. I guess I should try to relate to my co-workers by eating an apple too.
I take a big bite.
Cho grabs it out of my hand, puts it in a baggie and leaves.
I'm confused.
Where are they? Are they back in the Airstream? Are they in the building?
I'm upset. I go back to my office and rake my zen garden. That usually helps.
Someone is outside my door. I look up. Abbott is there. Cho is there. Heffernan is there. Kravitz is there. Mason is there. They're just staring.
Teresa Lisbon is there too.
She comes into my office and slams a small plaster dental cast on my desk. "Your teeth," she says. She slaps a photo on my desk. "Patrick's ass," she says.
I can't breathe.
Teresa pulls open my desk drawer to reveal my iPad mini with the live feed to the detention suite.
Wylie is in the suite holding a make-up bag. He opens it and says into the camera, "Your drugs."
Teresa slams a little vial down on my desk. "Patrick's blood."
They know everything.
