I'M SO SORRY! For not updating that is. :( I feel horrible for not updating for all of you, and if you want to get mad at me and stuff, go ahead. But, I lost my inspiration for EVERYTHING for a while there. I mean, I just wasn't into the writing mood. And then I saw all of the new season premieres and BAM! Inspiration. :D
Any mistakes are my own, and you can also blame then on OutCold for not letting me alone whilst trying to edit. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I saw the new episode of Mentalist last night. It was great, and I really think Jane is diggin' Lisbon's bangs. Like seriously, I am. She looks really really good with them. I'm highly jealous. I look ehh with bangs like that. Oh, and next episode looks AMAZING!
Grace was pacing. Well, in reality it was only her feet that were moving, and her body hadn't moved from the hospital room chair she occupied. It may have looked she was nervous, but in reality, she was fuming. Her initial happiness at the sudden return of one Patrick Jane was gone. Her curiosity and anger had bubbles up, and she found herself thinking herself into a frenzy. She had five questions, and they involved the five W's.
Who?
What?
Where?
When?
Why?
Why was the most present in her mind, and as she yet again worked herself in to a tizzle, she was glad for the presence of the man who was making her this upset. She was glad, in a non narcissistic way, that he was waiting to see Teresa while Wayne and Cho visited her. It had been an hour since her first, and sudden, contraction. Grace, having done mental math, concluded that they had to take her to the hospital just in case.
So, there they sat.
Grace looked at Patrick, her eyes going over his worried and tired features. She wanted so badly to ask him what and why, but right as she opened her mouth, the doors opened and Wayne and Cho walked back in. Grace stopped swishing her legs back and forth over the ground, and immediately walked over to Wayne. He nodded at her, and with a fleeting look at Patrick, hurried down the way to Teresa's room.
Wayne and Cho shared a look before walking over to the chairs across from Patrick. They too were wary about Patrick, having seen first hand what the absence of him had done. Wayne's brotherly instincts were telling him to punch Patrick in the jaw. One look from Cho stopped that from occurring. Instead, they sat there in an awkward silence. Even Cho was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Patrick looked at them, feeling the awkwardness.
"I know you are mad at me, but it wasn't my fault."
Wayne's head snapped up, and he gripped the chair. He was working on not killing Jane. Excuses, in his eyes, weren't helping it.
"I don't think you can say that truthfully. It is your fault for all that has happened to us these past seven months." Cho snapped, completely out of his character. His voice sounded bitter, and his eyes were trained on Patrick accusingly. Wayne was glad Cho had decided to be the voice of reason, like usual. He knew that anything that came out of his mouth was not going to be nice. Patrick paused, looking at his, well, friends. At least, he wasn't sure at the moment. He rubbed his forehead, leaning forward so he had his elbows on his knees.
"You guys need to think of the place I was in too." Patrick said, and Wayne looked up.
"Then tell us."
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Grace sat down in the chair next to Teresa's bed. She looked her pregnant friend over, trying to find the right words to say. After failing at that, she shifted in the chair so she was close to Teresa and let her head fall onto the bed. Teresa gently put her hand on the back of Grace's neck, massaging the tense muscles.
"I should be comforting you." Grace said, and Teresa shrugged.
"I'm okay." She whispered, and Grace shook her head.
"Tell me the truth. How are you really feeling?"
Teresa let out a deep breath, pushing back tears. She wasn't sure how she felt. Honestly, she was confused about how she felt, which would constitute she was confused. Looking down at Grace's caring face, she sighed.
"I don't know," She whispered, shaking her head. "I don't know what to feel. I know I should be happy, but I don't know. I'm scared, because this is just too early. The doctors assured me I'm fine, but I don't know." Teresa said, not realizing there were tears flowing down her face. Grace wiped them away, smiling at her.
"It's okay." Grace cooed, cupping Teresa's cheek. The pregnant woman didn't need any extra stress. There was already too much on her plate, and Grace knew it wasn't a good situation. Teresa took a deep breath, calming herself. She closed her eyes for a second, letting the newest contraction go over her. When she opened her eyes, a nurse was standing there. She couldn't remember her being there before.
"Was that another contraction?" The nurse asked, and Teresa nodded. She shut her eyes again, easing herself back onto the pillow. Her back was starting to hurt again.
"Make sure Wayne doesn't kill Patrick, please?" Teresa asked Grace quietly, and Grace nodded. Before getting up to leave, she kissed Teresa's forehead softly.
"It's going to be alright.
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Grace walked into the waiting room to see a young boy sitting next to Patrick. She raised an eyebrow at Wayne, not fully understanding. Wayne shook his head, and she noticed that he looked a lot calmer than when she last saw him. Cho didn't look any different, maybe a bit more relaxed, but she didn't pay attention. The boy looked about five, and he had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was looking around nervously, as though he didn't belong and knew it. Patrick shifted, taking the boys hand in his own.
"Do you want something from the vending machine?" He asked quietly, and the young boy nodded. Lifting him out of his chair, Patrick stood. He saw Grace standing there and smiled.
"Grace, this is Dylan." He said, and the young boy looked closely at the redhead. Grace paused.
"J-Patrick, what-"She stopped, not knowing the right words. She looked at the little boy, and smiled.
"Say hi Dylan." Jane said quietly to the boy, and the young child held out his hand for Grace. Grace almost had to smile at how well mannered he was, until everything clicked. Holding out her hand, she shook Dylan's.
"Nice to meet you." She said before throwing Patrick a look and moving over to Wayne. She waited until Patrick disappeared before sitting in Wayne's lap.
"Why does Jane have a five year old looking child?" She asked, and Cho shook his head.
"Long story. Maybe he'll tell you someday." He said, shifting. He folded his hands onto his lap, taking a deep breath.
"He adopted Dylan. He's an orphan." Wayne said, wrapping his arms around Grace's waist. She nodded, putting her hands on Wayne's arm.
"Teresa's a little… upset." She said quietly, and Cho nodded. Out of the three of them, he was the best at keeping her calm. Getting up, he disappeared to go see her. Being law enforcement agents had its benefits.
"How upset?" Wayne asked, and Grace sighed. She didn't know exactly how to explain it. Shaking her head, she rested against Wayne. Wayne rubbed her back, deciding not to ask.
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Dylan stood in front of Patrick, watching as his bag of chips fell from the coils and out of sight. He pushed open the door, and grabbed the chips. Patrick watched as the child pulled the chip back open like he taught him.
"I did it." Dylan said, smiling up at Patrick. He picked the child up, balancing him on his hip.
"Yes, you did. Good job." Patrick said, and Dylan smiled wide. He then frowned, his small face staring at his chips.
"Why we at a hossital?" Dylan asked, looking up. Patrick sighed, moving back towards the waiting room.
"A friend of mine is having a baby." Patrick said, and Dylan suddenly looked excited.
"Can I hold it?" He asked, causing the man carrying him to laugh.
"We'll see. We'll see."
Grace looked up at the sound of Patrick's voice, and her mouth threatened to turn up when she saw the interaction between him and Dylan.
"Are you and Cho still mad at him?" She asked Wayne, and he shrugged.
"I'm not going to hit him anymore." Wayne said, and Grace laughed. She reached up and touched his face, smiling.
"And?" She asked, knowing there was more. She could feel him smiling.
"We'll work on it." He said, looking up as Patrick and Dylan sat down. Dylan's face was lit up, the prospect of holding a baby fresh in his mind. Patrick looked worried, and Grace took notice. She didn't say anything though, and the four went into a comfortable silence. Dylan kept eating his chips, not bothering to try to get everyone's attention or talk. He was content. Patrick kept his eyes on the double doors leading to the hallway that held Teresa. He knew Cho was with her, and she was fine for now. His stomach still churned when he remembered how tired she looked. He looked down at Dylan, deciding to spend his time watching him instead of the door. Wayne and Grace were in their own little world, talking quietly to each other. By the looks and sound of it, Patrick knew they weren't discussing anything he really needed to know.
"Patrick, can I pay with the toys?" Dylan asked, pointing with his small finger to the little area full of Lego's and toys. Patrick nodded, letting the boy get off his lap and walk over to the toys. Grace looked up as Wayne undid his hands from around her waist, and she got off his waist. He smiled at her before moving over to sit near Dylan. Patrick and Grace shared a look before both shaking their heads.
"Dylan's cute." Grace said, and Patrick nodded.
"He's the sweetest kid I've ever met." He said, watching as Dylan handed some Lego's to Wayne.
"You adopted him, right?" She said, and Patrick nodded.
"Yeah. He was part of my cover, but I grew fond of him. He's orphaned, so I decided to adopt him." Patrick said, smiling as Dylan held up a finished sculpture for Wayne to see. Wayne smiled, taking it and looking it over. Dylan's laugh filtered back to Patrick and Grace, and they both smiled.
"Patrick, I think you should be with Teresa when she's giving birth."
Patrick looked at Grace, confused at what she was saying. It was quite random.
"I mean, a long time ago we, as in Cho, Wayne and I, sat down and discussed this whole scenario. It was kinda anonymously decided that I would be in there with her during birth. But, since the scenario has changed…. I want you to be in there. It's your child." Grace said, and Patrick nodded. He didn't know what to do, as he wasn't sure what was okay to do just yet. Grace made up his mind for him as she got up and sat down next to him, hugging him. They didn't see Cho walk back into the waiting room but as he cleared his throat, they looked up.
"Teresa wants you J-Patrick." Cho said, stumbling over Patrick's name. He was still getting used to calling everyone by his or her first name. Patrick nodded, letting go of Grace. As he stood up, Cho stopped him momentarily. He seemed to pause, thinking over his choice of words. Finally, he gave up.
"I'm glad to see you again." He said, causing Patrick to smile.
"It's good to see you too Kimball." He said, and Cho rolled his eyes.
"Not that glad." He said back, causing Patrick to smile. He pushed open the doors, disappearing from sight. Grace looked up at Cho, who nodded.
"She's really close." He said, and Grace smiled widely.
"It won't be long now until the baby's born."
Yeah, I know. Not my best ending. But, whateves. I'm sick today, I'm having a day off. I'm feeling sadd, because a good family friend died. So, this is what you get. :) Review anyway.
-Thanks, Izzy.
