Author's notes: A big thank you as always to Jane Doe51, Guest, Louisekurylo and MartyMac for sharing their thoughts with me. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I know updates are coming slow but this is the first time in a week I've been able to do any writing in the afternoon, which leaves me just a few minutes in the mornings. It's great having my daughter home, so no complaints from me.

Teresa slips back in and hides in a closet in the hallway. It isn't long before she hears Patrick's voice and then the sound of a woman giggling, Teresa shakes her head, while smiling to herself. When she hears the elevator doors close she leaves the closet. The elevator stops on the third floor, she places a foot on the stairs to follow, when she hears a ruckus coming from communal room. She hesitates for a moment and the door to the room opens and the chess player spots her.

"You. You're police. In here."

This is followed by a scream. Teresa glances up the stairs and mutters to herself.

"Behave yourself Patrick, I'll be there as quickly as I can."

She follows the chess player into the communal area to find a brawl taking place, she rushes in.

As they exit the elevator Patrick takes her arm.

"As anyone ever told you that you have a smile?"

Gwyneth giggles and reaches across and squeeze his hand.

"You are such a sweet talker Patrick."

They come to a stop at the door and Patrick turns towards her and look earnestly in to her eyes.

"You are a lovely lady Gwyneth, and I'm so proud to have you on my arm.

Gwyneth blushes and smiles radiantly at him. Afer a few moments Patrick points to the door.

"Are we going in?"

She blushes once more and fumbles in her purse.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry…"

Patrick rests his hand on her arm and she looks at him.

"It's perfectly all right, let me look."

Patrick takes her purse and searches through for her keys, she doesn't spot him palm something else at the same time. He holds up the key.

"Can I do the honours?"

Gwyneth nods and he opens the door, stepping back to allow Mabel to enter in front of him. He stops just inside the room and looks around. It looks like a chintz bomb exploded. Differing flower prints are fighting for prominence on the walls, couch, chair and curtains, not to mention the nic nacs filling every available shelf.

"You've done a wonderful job with this place, it's so welcoming."

She smiles proudly.

"People have always said that I have an eye for decoration. Can I get you something?"

Patrick gives her a grateful look.

"I would kill for a cup of tea. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Of course, it's down the hall."

After he's finished in the bathroom he slips inside her bedroom. The chintz theme has followed him here, joined with an overwhelming smell of lavender. He employs the trick used by CSI guys when there's a decomposing body, he breathes in deeply a few times allowing his senses to get used to the aroma and manages not to gag. He then takes a look around the room, looking for the hiding place. He opens the wardrobe and the cupboards, but finds nothing. He stands at the door and takes another look and breaks into a smile.

"You're a very clever woman Gwyneth."

He hears the rattle of a cup and saucer and knows he's out of time, he makes his way quickly back to the living room.

Gwyneth sits down on the couch and holds out his tea with one hand while patting the seat next to her with the other.

"Here you are Patrick, come sit down."

He takes the drink from her and sits on the couch. He takes a sip, it takes like sugared water, and he quickly swallows it, and puts on his best 'this is delicious' face.

"Just how I like it, how did you know?"

"I've always had a sense about people and what they need."

Patrick nods his head and holds up his cup.

"Well this certainly hits the spot."

He takes another sip. Gwyneth smiles at him.

"I'm glad. I hope to make you forget all about that wretched woman who hurt you…"

She moves a little closer.

"You don't deserve to be treated like that."

Patrick smiles at her.

"You already are. My cheek doesn't hurt at all now."

She strokes his cheek with the back of her hand.

"Good."

He takes another sip of his tea under her gaze.

"You know a cookie would be lovely with this, I haven't eaten since lunch."

Gwyneth looks horrified and strokes his cheek once more.

"You must be starving, I'm certain I have something."

As soon as Gwyneth leaves the room Patrick puts the cup down and jumps off the couch. In four steps he reaches her purse, He almost stumbles on his way back to the couch, he just settles with the cup in his hand as she re-enters the room. She hands him a chocolate chip cookie.

"Here you are Patrick, I'll be happy to cook you something later."

"I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. I sense you need some love and affection in your life. I don't think that woman of yours gives you much."

Patrick shakes his head.

"You really are very good Mabel, how did you know that?"

"As I said, I have a real good senses about people. How about you Patrick? Do you have a sense about people?"

Patrick feels coldness creep up his back as he notices a change in her expression. He cocks his head to one side and gives a little cough.

"Well…I guess I do."

Gwyneth places her hand on his knee and leans towards him.

"I've been watching you and I can see you know people. You can see things other people can't see. What do you see in me Patrick? Don't you like your tea?"

He holds his cup up.

"I do very much."

He takes a gulp and Gwyneth smiles.

"I'm glad, I made it just for you. Put in my secret ingredient that I keep just for my special visitors."

At that moment Patrick notices that his heads beginning to feel fuzzy as she continues to speak:

"Sometimes I take it with me when I go visiting, it makes the evening pass much more pleasantly. Here let me take your cup before you spill it on your nice suit."

She takes the cup from Patrick, who finds himself unable to resist as his arms and hands begin to feel heavy, they flop down in to his lap.. Patrick is unable to move, he watches as Gwynethl stand up and look down at him, a crazed expression on her face.

"I'm not an idiot Patrick, but you will pay for thinking that I am."