The rest of the day was spent chasing leads and doing paperwork. The BAU was frustrated by the evidence while the CBI was more concerned about their boss and her family. It was two very frustrated teams that ended the day. Hotch stopped to talk with Prentiss before heading to the hotel. "Are you sure you don't mind doing this?" he asked in a low voice.

"Of course not," she assured him. "How hard can it be?"

Hotch gave her a thin smile. "There's plenty of coffee here and Garcia will probably be checking in one more time before everything is done," he said. "If you need anything, just call."

Prentiss was about to reply when Patrick stuck his head in. "Something you need?" she asked.

"Oh no," he replied. "Just looking around." He gave them a wide grin before disappearing again.

"I take back the 'how hard can it be' comment," Prentiss stated.

"Hopefully his wife will keep him contained," Hotch told her.

"We'll see how that works out," she said. "But I'm fine here. You go on. I'll see you tomorrow." Hotch nodded and headed out.

Patrick watched as his wife took Connor to the bathroom to feed and change him. He knew all this stress was really getting to her. She needed a chance to relax for a little bit. Ironically, Thursdays were supposed to be their date night. The one night a week where they had a chance to just be themselves. There was no chance that they would be allowed to go out on a date tonight. The FBI would forbid it. Not that Patrick had any plans to bring it up since he wanted to keep his wife safe as possible. But she still needed some way to relax. Patrick's smile grew to Cheshire proportions as he hit upon a plan.

Teresa sighed as she fed Connor in the bathroom. Just a few days ago her family was completely normal. Now she was feeding her baby in the woman's bathroom of her work with a cop right outside the door to make sure she didn't get kidnapped. This was taking stress to a whole new level.

She finished with Connor and headed back to the main offices, continually aware of the agent following at a discreet distance. She set her son down in his crib and looked around for her husband. It was darker in here than when she had left. Probably to save on the electric bill. Most normal people had gone home by now. Too bad her family wasn't normal any more.

A pair of arms came around her waist, making Teresa stiffen. She relaxed as Patrick's warm voice rolled over her. "You look tired."

"I can't imagine why," she sighed, leaning against him. "I only have a psychotic serial killer after my family."

"Which is exactly why you need a night off," he decided.

Teresa frowned as she stiffened again. "A night off?" she asked suspiciously.

"Relax," he whispered. "I took care of everything."

Teresa let out a sigh. She wasn't all that big on trusting Patrick's surprises at work. But they were off the clock right now. And that was when Teresa trusted him most. "Alright. Let's see what you've cooked up now."

"Cooked up?" Patrick gave her a wounded look. "Teresa, I promise you that you will love what I have planned." Without waiting for her response, he pulled her into the break room.

Teresa gaped at the sight that met her eyes. The place had been transformed into a good restaurant. There was a table cloth, wineglasses, fine china, even candles. "Do I want to know how you managed this?" she asked.

Patrick shrugged. "A good magician never reveals his secrets." He tugged her seat out and gestured for her to sit.

Teresa was still wary but did as he asked. She knew Patrick was a good cook but she didn't realize he was a magician until she tasted what he had made with only the food in the break room. "You are…"

"Incredible? Wonderful? A god?"

Teresa laughed. "Unbelievable," she decided.

Patrick grinned. "I can work with that."

Teresa smiled as she continued to eat. By unspoken agreement they talked about everything except the current state of their lives. They would have plenty of time to be reminded about Red John and his obsession. Patrick had designed this night to give them some respite from all that. As soon as they were done, Patrick told Teresa to sit in the corner for a moment. He blew out the candles, set the dishes in the sink and threw away the trash. Then he led her out to the office where all the desks had been pushed against the wall making a wide open floor. Teresa frowned at her husband as he turned on a stereo he had hidden. "Dance with me," he requested, holding out a hand.

"Patrick, we're in the office," she reminded him.

"Yes and? There's no one here except Agent Prentiss and I highly doubt she would mind. But of course we can go ask her if you would like."

"I don't know."

Patrick fought his grin. He could feel her resolve crumbling. "Come on," he wheedled. "I'll even put on More than Words if you'd like. After this one of course."

More Than Words was their song. It had been since that high school reunion all those years ago. It had even played at their wedding. Teresa adored that song almost as much as she adored Patrick. "Alright," she agreed with a slight smile. "I'll dance with you."

Patrick grinned as she took his hand. He pulled her as tight as he could and they began to waltz slowly. "I love you," he whispered into her hair.

Prentiss smiled as she watched them through the glass. She had wanted to get another cup of coffee but she didn't want to interrupt the happy couple. They had slow danced to number of songs, including the one Patrick promised, and were now onto some faster ones. Patrick was forever trying to get Teresa to swing dance with him but she refused in a place with so many breakable objects.

She was glad her phone was on vibrate when it went off. She backed away from the window to answer it. "Prentiss."

"How's the baby sitting gig going?" Garcia asked.

"Have scientists perfected cloning yet because I want my own Patrick Jane."

"I thought he was a five year old on a sugar rush."

"Only when he's in a public eye."

"Tell me more."

Prentiss could actually hear Garcia get that particular look she always had when there was good gossip to be had. "Tonight was supposed to be date night. They get dressed up nice and go out for dinner and dancing, you know."

"But there's no way Hotch would let them out in some unprotected restaurant while a killer is still on the loose."

"I know. So does Jane. Which is why he brought date night inside."

"Brought date night inside?" Garcia repeated. "How exactly?"

"First, using only the ingredients in the break room, he makes her an incredible meal. Then he decks said break room out like a five star restaurant with candles and everything. The whole nine yards."

"Very nice. What's next?"

"Next, Jane cleans everything up and leads Teresa out to the main offices. There he turns on a stereo and asks her to dance. She was hesitant but they are…" Prentiss turned back to the window. "Good Lord, they're swing dancing right now."

"In the office?"

"Patrick has incredible powers of persuasion."

"Clearly."

Prentiss sighed. "Give me update on the case, okay? I need something to distract me from this scene or I swear I am kidnapping the husband."

Garcia let out a sigh of her own. "I wish I could give you good news. I still have nothing. This man is like a ghost. He is incredibly clever and can just vanish at will."

"But I thought you were better," Prentiss teased.

"Indeed I am. But you can't expect miracles overnight."

"Look you should get some rest. After all, what more could happen during the night? Let your computers search and come back with fresh eyes."

"I shall do so. You have fun with your voyeurism."

Prentiss was about to respond that it was protection duty and not voyeurism but Garcia had already hung up. "Problems at the office?" a voice called.

She jumped and turned to see Patrick standing in the doorway. "I was just talking to Garcia," she explained. "She was updating me on the case."

"No good news then."

"How do you know that?"

"Because if it had been good you would have come to tell us right way." He smiled at her. "It's alright. Red John has been out there for years. You can't expect to catch him on your first few days here."

"I guess so. Is there something you or Teresa needs?"

"Actually I was going to ask you if there was anything you needed. Teresa and I are planning to go to bed and we wanted to make sure there nothing you needed."

"Um, no, I'm good thanks."

Patrick grinned. "Good to know. Feel free to wake us up if that changes. Connor probably will anyway so don't feel too bad."

"Of course," Prentiss nodded.

Patrick smiled again and went back to his wife. He shucked his jacket and toed off his shoes. Teresa made sure that Connor was settled for the night before taking off her shoes as well. Patrick laid down on the couch first. He reached out his arms to his wife. Teresa smiled as she curled deeply into his side. It was far from comfortable but as long as Patrick and Connor were there, it felt like home. "I love you," she whispered.

Right as she was on the edge of sleep she heard an answering whisper. "I love you too."