A/N: Second last chapter, aww! I'd like to thank Nathalie for her continuous support, I can't thank her in person, so thank you! Let's go on!
Disclaimer: no no no.
Teresa looked down at the text message she had just received and smiled.
School football pitch at 7? P x
It had been four days since they became "Boyfriend and Girlfriend", although she didn't see why people had to label everything. They had spent every day since together, but her family thought that she was just catching up with some old school friends. She still hadn't told them she and Patrick were together again, but she knew she was running out of time. She was going back to California the day after tomorrow, and she didn't want to think about what would happen when she left again.
mmm
Teresa climbed over the fence blocking off the football pitch. She spotted the dark shadow of someone lying in the grass and made her way over to it.
"Hey," she said softly as she fell to the ground beside him.
"That's the big dipper." he pointed out the constallation as his greeting.
"Wow," she smiled, resting her head on his chest. He held her hand and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles.
She knew they had to talk about her inevitable departure, and as much as she hated to ruin the moment, they might as well get it over with.
"I'm leaving soon." she whispered.
"Is anyone else having dejá vu?" he joked. She nudged him in the ribs and moved her head so she could look at his face.
"I'm serious Patrick."
His face turned serious. "I know."
She sat up and looked down at him, her hands on his chest.
"It feels nice to look down on you for once." she grinned.
He laughed and sat up too. "Spoilsport." she muttered.
He smirked mischeviously. "I heard that Miss Lisbon."
His hands rested on each rib cage and she glared at him.
"Patrick, what are you-"
He wiggled his fingers as he smirked at her.
"Patrick, I'm warning you, don't tickle-"
She clambered up and took off down the football pitch laughing, Patrick jumping up and following her.
With a job like hers, she had to be physically fit, and that plus her track experience from school made her pretty fast. Patrick however, had never been that fast, and he was soon lagging behind. Starting to feel sorry for him, she slowed down and let him wrap his arms around her waist and spin her around until she was dizzy and shrieking with laughter. He eventually put her down, and they both staggered to the ground.
Still giggling weakly, she turned back to him. "Seriously though, Patrick, I want to talk about this."
He smiled at her and took her hand. "I know," he said, pulling her up off the ground to stand in front of him. "And this time, I'm going to do it right."
Her brow furrowed in confusion. He kissed her hand softly.
Her eyes widened at a sight she never thought she'd see.
Patrick Jane.
On one knee.
In front of her.
Holding a diamond ring.
She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth.
He was not being serious.
"Teresa Lisbon." he began.
He was being serious.
"I know I messed things up last time round. And I know we've been together less than a week. And I know you probably think this is rushed. But I also know how I feel about you. Teresa, I am one hundred percent, madly, completly, utterly in love with you. And I want you to know how much you mean to me."
She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off.
"Please, let me finish. I stayed up all night writing this speech, no way is anyone going to interrupt me." She smiled weakly.
"I know you're going back to California on Saturday. And I know you don't want to be one of those couples that only see each other once a year. And yes, that was a direct quote from last time. But Tess, I would follow you to the ends of the earth. I would pack up right now and go to Australia with you if I had to. California's nothing compared to that. I want to marry you, and grow old with you, and start a family with you, and do all the things that normal families do. So, Teresa Lisbon... will you marry me?"
She stared at him for thirty whole seconds (he counted) before her face broke into a massive smile, despite the tears running down her face.
"Of course I'll marry you, you big softie."
He got up and slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Is that a yes, then?" he mumbled into her lips.
She smiled into the kiss and brought her arms around his neck.
"Yes, it's a yes."
