A/N: Sorry for the delay! I can explain it! I was finishing watching Bones, I'm now completely up-to-date, finally, and I started watching Once Upon a Time, but my internet connection was screwing me majorly so I couldn't do anything anymore... Turns out all I had to do was turn off my laptop and restart it...

Anyways: after this chapter there's a hiatus! Hope you can forgive me! :)

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

No day but today

'La Vie Boheme'/'I should tell you'/'La Vie Boheme B'

As soon as the gang walked into the Live Café, they were stopped by the owner.
"No," he simply said, and Rigsby frowned.
"What, 'no'?"

"No. You can't come in. Never. I've got important costumers, Sir."

"What, and I'm just a blur?"
"Yes."

Rigsby snorted, and looked behind him for some support, but the rest seemed to find it too funny to help him.

"You sit all night and you never pay."

"Hey, that's not true! I had a tea the other day-"
"You couldn't pay that, Sir."
Rigsby's eyes widened as he remembered. "Oh yeah..."
"Oh god, no!" Grace exclaimed and came to stand directly behind him, their bodies touching – though of course she didn't notice. Or she did.

Rigsby blushed.

"It's that jerk Mashburn and Mr. Stacks!" she exclaimed, and that seemed to have caught Mashburn's attention. Grace ran past Rigsby to the two men sitting at one of the best tables in the restaurant, ignored the shouts of the owner, and Summer followed her.

"The enemy of Avenue A," Grace said, sitting down on the table facing Mashburn, and he sighed.
"You're my only enemy, Gra-"
"You know that's not true. I can name a whole bunch of people who would want to ruin that pretty face of yours."
"Don't you think you're a bit childish now-"
"So now I am childish. Aren't you the guilty one for that? You raised the rent for Jane and Rigsby's rent without a good reason for it."
Mashburn sighed. "Look, Van Pelt, I don't like it either, having to raise the rent, but I have to-"
"Oh, you do? I beg to differ. See, I did a bit of research on what the others in the building have to pay for rent-"
"Don't go there, Van Pelt. You can't discuss that here."
Grace threw up her arms and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. I will come back on it, though. Be warned. And oh, Mashburn: we'll stay."
Soon enough, they were all moving tables to form one big one where they could sit.

Rigsby next to Grace, Grace next to Sarah.

Cho and Summer next to each other. Jane and Teresa as well, opposite the unfortunate Rigsby and his two exes.

Mashburn turned, almost panicking, towards his father-in-law to explain who these people were and why they all seemed to hate him. Or maybe he did not really explain it, but more offered exits out of this situation.

Mashburn got up and approached the group.

"What brings the mogul in his own mind to the Life Café?" Summer asked.
Mashburn smiled, dangerously, and the group knew he'd found a new way to mock them. He picked up a glass of champagne and lifted it dramatically into the air.

"I would like to propose a toast to Van Pelt's noble try. It went well-"
"Go to hell," Grace interrupted, and a few people laughed.
"Oh fine. We're going down that road?"
Grace nodded, proudly, and Mashburn sighed.

"Why did Muffy miss the show?" Jane asked, and Mashburn shot him a look. Muffy was the nickname most people used for Mashburn's wife. It first started off as a joke, but when they found out that it was much easier to gossip about the woman behind Mashburn's back, they installed it into daily use.
Mashburn didn't like it – obviously.

"Catherine," Mashburn corrected, and Jane lifted a hand.

"There was a death in the family, if you must know," Mashburn said, and everybody's smile faltered a bit.

"Who died?" Rigsby asked.

"Our dog. Was the nosy kind of dog, couldn't stop barking, but was a nice-"
"Wait... Evita?" Summer asked, and Mashburn frowned, before nodding.

"How do you know?"
"Oh, just a guess. You seem like the kind of guy that names his dog Evita," Summer said, a bit too fast, and the rest smiled.

Mashburn glared at Summer a bit longer, before looking around the table, and he was genuinely surprised when he saw Teresa sitting next to Jane.
"Teresa! Well, I must say I'm surprised. I wouldn't have figured that you would... abut, with these scumbags. A young and beautiful girl like yourself – you don't belong with these people, now do you? You know I'm the one-"
"Shut up, Mashburn," Grace spat, and Mashburn shot an angry glare in her direction.

"You shut up, Van Pelt, I wasn't talking to you," he spat back, and focused on Teresa again. Jane beside her did seem to be surprised by Mashburn's comments, but it didn't come across to the rest of the group as if he gave a flying one. Teresa looked at Jane, and the latter just shrugged. Nobody was sure if he really knew what was happening now between Mashburn and Teresa, and if he really knew the truth, but for that moment, it would do.

The group started talking – more like screaming, but it was heartfelt and not meant to really yell at each other, but since the "other" people in the restaurant were quite "noisy", they had to do something to speak louder than the rest.

Mr. Stacks had left, and much to the group's dismay, Mashburn stayed.

When Teresa got up to go to the restroom, Mashburn stopped her just when she was about to enter the toilets. He held her by her upper arm, and he showed once again that she was not strong enough for him.

"Hey Teresa," he whispered, and Teresa sighed.
"Get lost-"
"Hey hey, not so mean. After all, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to pay your rent. Your, uh, new boyfriend," Mashburn said, looking at Jane, "doesn't know about us?"
"There's no 'us'."
"That's not what you thought last night-"
"Stop it," Teresa interrupted and pushed Mashburn away from her.

"You can't escape me, Teresa. I could throw you out, you know?"

Teresa gave Mashburn one more hard nudge, and much to her surprise, Mashburn let go.

"We'll discuss this later-"
"We won't," Teresa protested. "What we... do, is nothing more than necessary. I don't want my brothers to end up on the street and that will definitely happen if I can't pay the rent. I know it's wrong to do it, but it's the only way to keep them off the streets."
"And your mother would like it if she heard her only daughter became a hooker-"
"I'm not a hooker," Teresa hissed, and ran into the restroom.

-NoDayButToday-

Yep, he did it.

He had been ignoring her for the entire evening since they started dinner. He shouldn't do it, he cared about her, but it didn't feel right to be acting all boyfriend-girlfriend with her. Yet, that is. He knew he wanted to. It just felt as a betrayal to Angela.

When their orders for desert were placed, and everybody suddenly moved places, Grace was sitting next to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, and Jane frowned.

"What do you mean-"
"You're ignoring her. You bring her with you to a group of people she doesn't know and you ignore her the entire evening. First off, she's just a teenager, so I don't know why you're getting involved with her, but anyways, that's your love life and we discussed that – it's not my business. But if I were her, I would've fled already. You can tell that she's having a good time, but the only person she already knew – and might as well love – doesn't pay attention to her. I've got no clue to what you're doing, Patrick Jane. I want you to stop it. You can't hurt Teresa just because you hurt on the inside. So either pull her apart and kiss some sense into that girl, or let her go. I can't allow you to hurt such a young soul."

Jane stared at Grace, before he sighed, and nodded.

"I know, Grace. Thanks," he said, and she shrugged.

"I had to do something positive after Mashburn," she said, and Jane smiled.

"He's really getting to you, isn't he?"
Grace glared at him, as if saying 'are you freaking kidding me'.

"Is it that obvious?" Grace asked dryly, and Jane chuckled. When he looked over at Teresa, she averted her eyes. Grace nudged his side.

"If you don't want her, give her to me. She's cute," Grace teased, and got up.

"She's not a lesbian-"
"I could make her one. You don't know what I can do, Jane."
Jane grinned, but then sobered when he realized what he was going to do now.

He walked to the other side of the table and gently grabbed hold of Teresa's arm. Everybody went quiet – the depressed, suicidal Patrick Jane, making a move on his pretty girl? That was one for the record – and watched the 'show'.

She frowned, but got up anyways. Jane moved her to the rear exit, and he was more than aware that all the eyes were still on them.

As soon as they were outside, Jane moved his arms to her waist and carefully pulled her closer.

"Look, Teresa, I know I've been a jerk, not only tonight but also this morning. I shouldn't have pushed you away. It was just... It became a bit too much. You're the first one since... since Angela, who tried to make a move on me. I told myself to be lonely until I died... And though we don't know each other for that long, I do want you to be happy. Because it's obvious you're not happy now. But I'm just... too damaged."
"I'm too."
Jane sighed. "I know. And that's what worries me. You shouldn't be as damaged as me-"
"Because of what?"
"Because you're so young..."
"Yeah, well, I guess fate had something different in store for me. Stop whining about it, I can take care of myself. I just need to find some stability now-"
"You're just nineteen-"
"And a surrogate mother for my brothers," Teresa interrupted. She paused, realizing he'd guessed her actual age, before continuing, "I appreciate that you want me to be happy, but that's just not gonna happen at the moment. Not with all the stuff I have to take care of now."
Jane lifted his hand, and stroked her cheek.

"I'm scared of loving somebody, because I'm afraid that somebody else will die just because of me," Jane confessed on a whisper. Teresa swallowed, and covered his hand on her cheek with hers, pulling it down.

"My mother died when I was twelve – car accident. My father when I was fifteen – he killed himself."

"Angela was pregnant when she died – it was mine."
"I've been raped when I was sixteen."
Jane gasped, and pulled Teresa against his body again.

He knew that this was what would eventually happen when they spilled their hearts, but he hadn't figured she would tell this – not yet, anyways.

"Oh, Teresa," Jane whispered, and her arms went around his neck. "I'm so sorry, Teresa..."
"Me too."

Teresa shivered at the combination of heat coming from Jane's body and the cold night air, and Jane pulled away slightly.

"We good?" he asked, and Teresa nodded. He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. They noticed the entire group looked at them when they re-entered the café, and Jane rolled his eyes.

When the company kept staring at them, almost expectantly, Teresa looked at Jane and frowned.

"They're childish," Jane said simply, before pulling Teresa in and linking their lips.

The group cheered and clapped, as Jane and Teresa tried to move closer and closer to each other, but failing in doing so.

When they pulled away, both flushed, the group smiled at them.

"Merry Christmas!" Grace exclaimed and lifted her champagne glass.

A/N: I know, the last thing Lisbon confessed to Jane is probably not true, but I thought that it fit since Lisbon is seriously in trouble :)

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