Hi. Happy Labor Day to anyone from the States. I'm enjoying my three day weekend, and at the moment I'm just lounging around, working on updates. I've been trying desperately to update more often, but school just keeps getting in the way. I HATE IT! School is really bugging me right now. Anywho.

This chapter, as OutCold could tell you, was bugging me. I was struggling through half of it, and just didn't like most of it. But, I had UBER fun towards the end. ;) You'll see.

Disclaimer: Diamonds are clear, and brown is the color of poo. I don't own Mentalist, and neither do you!

One Month Later

Teresa waddled through the kitchen, grabbing some water and a celery stick. Celery sticks had stayed on her craving list. That, and pineapple dipped in caramel. She didn't have any pineapple, and everyone was out on a case. Since the case was high profile, and needed more man power, Wayne had to leave after making her breakfast. Teresa didn't know the details of the case, so she just let them all go and decided to have a 'me' day. She had popped a movie in, one that she had been meaning to see for over a year, and was getting some food to snack on.

The house was unusually quiet, as usually someone was talking to her or playing music. On certain days, the sound of hammering came from the nursery. Grace was constantly moving, making sure that everything was perfectly in order. Teresa had no clue when she became a perfectionist, but she had suddenly taken on that roll. Wayne and Cho playfully teased her about it at times, but other times when it came into use, they looked grateful. Teresa liked the order. She had no patience at all to deal with small problems.

Popping in the movie, she settled back against the plush pillow Cho had bought. It was the most comfort for her back she could get, so she took it everywhere with her. In the car, to the doctor's office, her shrinks office, and on rare occasions, to the office. The days she did go into the CBI office, she sat on the couch and watched her friends work. Sometimes they'd sit near her and talk, while others she'd end up napping. She liked going into the office, because it meant she could spend time somewhere other than the confines of her house.

"You are absolutely ridiculous." She whispered as he trailed the most amazing kisses down her face. She could feel him smiling.

"And you're really really warm." He whispered back, looking her in the eyes. She squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. She was pretty sure they had less than thirty minutes to get to work.

"Patrick." She said quietly, pulling at her arms. He held them above her head, and at her struggling, he smiled.

"Teresa." He responded, and she huffed.

"We have to get to work." She said, and he laughed.

"Oh, that thing. I think it can wait."

Smiling at the memory, she took the blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over her body. She wasn't necessarily cold, she just liked the comfort of the blanket. She had three things in the house that she always used when she needed comfort. One was the blanket, that never left the couch. The other was one of Jane's shirts. She hadn't liked it much when he was alive, because she thought it didn't fit him. Black wasn't his color in her eyes. But now, she wore it almost every day. It was softer than any of her shirts. And lastly, the small trinket that she found in her house after she came home from the hospital. She didn't know why, but it always calmed her to hold it to her chest.

The phone ringing brought her out of her revive, and she reached over to pick it up.

"Hello?" She said, rubbing her hand over her stomach. There was no answer on the other end, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Hello?" She tried again, and then she heard something click. The call ended, and Teresa shook her head.

"Kids." She mumbled. She heard some scratching on wood, and smiled as a small puppy jumped up into her lap. Not but a week after she got out of the hospital for the second time, Grace bought her a Golden Retriever puppy. Wayne christened her Sunflower, not only for her warm color, but after she carried a sunflower head in from the back yard twice her size. It stuck and only after one month, she answered to her name.

"Hey Sunflower." Teresa cooed, picking the puppy up and holding it above her head. The puppy's small tail wagged, and she tried to lick her owners face. Teresa laughed, letting the puppy sit on her chest and lick her chin. When Sunflower was finished, the puppy curled up on her pregnant stomach. Teresa couldn't help but smile at the lovable animal. It always wanted to sleep on her stomach. The dog opened an eye and looked at Teresa, her tail wagging a little.

"You're cute, aren't you?" She said, and Sunflower lifted her ears. She jumped off Teresa, running around the couch. Deciding to play a little, Teresa slid off the couch and sat on the floor. Sunflower sat in between her legs, her tail thumping on the ground.

"Lay down." Teresa said, and Sunflower listened. She put her head on her paws, waiting for the next command. Teresa scratched behind her ears, thinking of the tricks Cho had been working on with her.

"Roll over." She said, moving her hand in a circle motion. Sunflower turned over on her side, but didn't make it all the way back onto her stomach. She stayed on her back, and waited for someone to scratch her stomach. Teresa laughed, reaching down and getting her puppies spot immediately. Her foot started to shake, and Teresa couldn't help but giggle. She loved the little dog, and she found herself giggling at half of the stuff she did.

"Silly goose." Teresa cooed, and Sunflower jumped back onto her feet. The animal was gone in a second, and Teresa shook her head. That dog didn't stay in one place for very long, but she could only guess it was because it was a puppy. She heard some barking in the backyard, and she knew that Sunflower had discovered the pony… again. Every time she saw the pony, Sunflower barked.

Teresa got up off the floor, moving to the back door. She laughed at the sight of little Sunflower sniffing cautiously around Starbucks, who didn't do anything. The cat didn't mind the puppy. She actually played with Sunflower most of the time. Swift, the pony, snorted at Teresa as she walked over to it. She smiled down at the miniature horse, taking an apple from the bag on the fence and holding it out to Swift.

"Hey Swifty. What's up boy?" She said quietly, and the pony chews on his apple. Teresa smiled, rubbing her hand over his face. She opened the gate, and the pony slowly walked out of his pen. Sunflower stopped trying to get the birds in the trees and hopped over to Swift, her ears perked up. Teresa smiled as she realized all three of her pets had names starting with 's'.

"You guys are so cute." Teresa said, grabbing a chair from next to the house and moving it into the sun. The warm rays hit her face, and she felt very content. Shutting her eyes, she heard Sunflower and Starbucks playing. Swift placed his head on her leg, and Teresa rubbed the pony's face. As the sun warmed her further, she drifted off to the sound of the trees swishing and her pets playing.

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"What is Cho doing with Minelli?" Grace asked Wayne as she perched on the edge of his desk. Because Teresa was out, Cho was officially their boss. None of them minded, but they did mind the two agents that were assigned to their team. They had known Agent Kurt longer, and knew him alright. Agent Smith was new, and they still weren't sure about him.

"Boss-ly stuff." Wayne said, and Grace laughed. She moved her arm around his shoulders, leaning on him. She was tired, as the case they were working was finally coming to an end. She hadn't been at Teresa's in four days, as she stayed at the office mostly and worked on the case. Wayne had seen Teresa the most during the case.

"I know that, but what kind of boss-ly stuff?" She said, quoting him. He shrugged, using his hand to stop her from swaying.

"It could be anything." He mumbled, reaching into her lap and grabbing an Oreo. Their eating habits had been out of whack since the beginning of the case, and they ate whatever they could to keep them awake.

"I heard him mumble something about Area 51." Agent Smith piped up from his desk, and Grace rolled her eyes.

"That's the running joke between Cho and Minelli." She said, knowing she should be nicer to the new agent. The poor guy was only trying to work with them, and they all made it a little hard on him.

"How did that start?" Kurt asked. Grace and Wayne shrugged, not knowing or remembering exactly how it started.

"Something to do with Jane's disappearance, I think." Wayne said with a shrug, and Agent Smith perked up.

"You mean Patrick Jane, right? I thought he was killed by Red John?" He asked, and Grace looked down at Wayne.

"That's still… open. His body disappeared." Wayne said, looking up at his girlfriend as she moved back over to her desk. She crossed her arms and legs, pushing herself back in the chair. He knew that look. She was angry about something, and he was pretty sure it was toward Agent Smith. She didn't like the young man, more than everyone else, and none of them knew why.

"That's weird." Smith said, getting the vibe from Grace that it was time to shut up. The four agents sat in silence, Wayne rolling his chair over to Grace to eat some more Oreo's. She didn't even smack his hand away when he grabbed the last one.

"Thank you Sir."

They all turned their heads to see Cho walking into the desk area, his hands holding a file. They knew that since the case was closed, pizza was in store. Kurt grabbed the phone, as it was his turn and waited for Cho to nod his way. When he didn't, the team tilted their heads.

"Go home. We've been given a three day weekend. We'll have pizza on Monday." Cho said, and Smith and Kurt sighed. Both men disappeared before Cho could say anything else, and he sat down next to his friends.

"We really have a three day weekend?" Wayne asked, and Cho nodded.

"Yeah. Which, I'm thankful for. We need to finish the nursery." He said, and Wayne nodded. Grace finally huffed, turning her head to her computer. She looked at the screen, finishing off her e-mails and closing any of the open windows. Something golden caught her eye, and she looked up. Her mouth fell open, and pieces of Oreo fell out. Wayne caught them before they landed on her desk.

"Grace, what's wrong?" He asked, following her gaze. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"I-I-" She stopped, wiping off her lip. She quickly shut down the computer, getting up and walking over towards the kitchenette. There was no one in the small area, but she could have sworn-

"Grace, what's wrong?" Wayne asked again, wrapping an arm around her waist. She looked up at him and Cho, a look of confusion on her face.

"I swear I just saw Jane." She said, her voice staying strong. Wayne and Cho looked at each other, shaking their heads before taking Grace back over to her desk.

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Teresa woke up to the sound of Sunflower barking loudly. She got up quickly, holding her stomach as she got a head rush. She followed the sound of barking into the house, through the kitchen, down the hall and to the front door.

"Sunflower, calm down. What's wrong-"She stopped when she heard a knock on the door. She shushed the puppy, and it sat obediently. She fixed her hair, knowing that it couldn't be anyone she was expecting. Moving back out of the way, she opened the door carefully, telling Sunflower to stay as she did. When she looked up, her heart stopped and her breath came short. The sun was shining in through the door, creating a lit affect on the sight in front of her. She held onto the door, her grip almost hurting her. Her mind reeled as she stared into his blue green eyes, and she could only guess she was hallucinating.

"Sunflower's a cute name for a cute puppy, and I applaud Wayne's spark of genius on it."

Hearing his voice was all she needed to reach out wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as tears fell down her face. She started to shake as his arms snaked around her waist, and he pressed his cheek to her head. She could feel tears on her hair, and she knew he was crying as well. Holding off tears for only a second, she was just barely able to say his name before sobs took over her very being.

"Patrick."

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