A/N: Hey there guys! I finally get to upload the new chapter!

Thanks so much for your response to the last one, I'm so glad you're enjoying this little fic and you're having fun :)
This chapter is a little longer than usual and I hope you don't mind, because some of you said they don't like too long chapters. Thanks to Mlee and totorsg for betaing!
Now enjoy!

(13)

She held her breath the minute she stepped out of the elevators and walked over to the door of Jane's suite. Just when she raised her hand to knock, the door popped open and she was pulled into a desperate hug.

They didn't say anything for a moment, they just kept standing there, Jane hugging her like his life was depending on it. His face was buried inside her wavy hair just right behind her ear. She felt him breathing her scent in, which made her shudder.

Carefully, Teresa brought up the courage to wrap her arms around his torso, her reaction only making him hug her more thigh.

"I'm so sorry, Teresa," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," the brunette mumbled. She still felt a little bad and silly for just running away and not giving Jane the chance to set things straight with her about Erica. Well, he had the chance to do so now.

Jane reluctantly loosened his grip on her, escorting her inside the suite and closing the door.

"How did you know it was me?" Teresa asked curiously.

He gave her one of his brilliant smiles: "You know I'm psychic, your aura sent me a feeling." The look she gave him told him she didn't believe one word. Sighing, Jane led her over to the couch, asking her to sit down right next to him. "To be honest I ripped the door open every time I heard the ping of the elevator doors since eight o'clock this morning."

This declaration touched her, since she knew he wasn't the only one who had to apologize, she decided to start right off: "I shouldn't have run away yesterday evening. I'm sorry. I know you didn't plan for this to happen, but I was so shocked and felt kind of betrayed, because when I asked you yesterday morning if there was anyone in your life, you denied it."

"No, Teresa, you are absolutely right. I should have told you about Erica the day I asked you to come with me. It's just… I broke up with her that very day and didn't want to waste another thought on that bitch. There is nothing between us – if there ever was." He took her hands in his and waited until she looked him in the eyes. "I am the one who has to apologize, not you. This scene must have given you a hell of a shock, but believe me, you're not the only one. You have to know though, that it was an even bigger shock for me when you were gone.

"I know you've been in LA before, but it's a dangerous city for a young woman at you, especially at night. I was so worried you wouldn't find your way back here and had to sleep under a bridge or something – not that there are many bridges here, but still. I was looking for you, but you could have gone anywhere and just when things couldn't get worse, I thought about what you told me about Red John and his men this morning. They could have kidnapped you and I wouldn't have had the chance to ever see you again. You have no idea how relieved I was when Grace called and let me know she found you, because I was just about to inform the police. Please don't ever run away from me again, okay?"

Teresa was taken aback from his confession and her bad guilt about her a lot. It wasn't his fault that his ex-girlfriend thought he might give her another chance by appealing to his manhood.

"I won't ever run off again unless you tell me so," she promised, squeezing his hand.

"That will never happen," he grinned, engaging her into another short hug. She knew they should talk about what happened before Erica, but it seemed like none of them wanted to threaten the new found happiness between them, so they just sat there and enjoyed each other's company.

"What do you want to do today?" Jane asked suddenly. "We can do anything you want, just tell me what and we will do it."

She raised an eyebrow, seeming a little surprised: "Don't you have to work today?"

"Meh," was his only response, followed by shrugging his shoulders. This actually made her laugh. Could this man just throw a day on the job just because he wanted? Of course he could, he was rich and didn't need the money.

"I promise we won't get interrupted this time, I'll leave the phone at home. Just the two of us, what do you think?"

"I'd love to spend a day with you, Patrick," she answered, suppressing her excitement. The thing with Patrick Jane was – like it was with all rich men – you could ask for the most ridiculous seeming thing and they'd be able to get it for you by just snapping their fingers.

Jane shouldn't have been surprised that Teresa simply asked "to see the beach". She could have asked him to see Rome and he'd have had made one call and they'd be sitting in his private jet on their way to Italy, but Teresa wasn't like any other woman he knew. Once again she surprised him by just asking for something so simple it made him smile like an idiot. The beach, she wanted to see the beach.

"Nothing easier than that, my dear," he smiled and in less than half an hour, they'd packed their bags for a trip to Malibu beach.

The moment they exited the hotel, Teresa wasn't at all surprised to see a yellow sports car waiting for them at the entrance.

"Walter sends his regards to you. I think you made quite the impression on him last time. Here." He threw her the keys and put the bags in the trunk, plopping down on the passenger seat. He was wearing blue shorts and a white linen shirt, combined with thongs and a straw hat. When she'd first seen him, she'd been surprised to find out he carried such things in his wardrobe, but then she thought there would never be a time when Patrick Jane would not surprise her.

"Where is Cho?" she asked, still a little unsure if Jane was serious about her driving the car. She knew he didn't drive because of the accident, but Teresa wanted to be sure he felt safe with her.

"I gave him the day off and I promised Walter we'd get his baby back in one piece. I thought this way we could enjoy the day completely alone and don't have to depend on someone. And I promise you the place I want to show you is a secret, so the fewer know about it the better. Can we go now?"

The brunette laughed, sliding down behind the wheel and starting the engine. It made a real roar, like some kind of wild animal. Teresa put her sunglasses on, which had been resting on top of her head and carefully lead the car on the street.

"Drive down the Santa Monica Boulevard and then turn on the 1 to Malibu. He leaned back in his seat and put the straw hat half on his face, so the sun wouldn't disturb the sleep he was trying to catch up on, since he hadn't been able to close an eye during the night. If things went according to plan – and they did most of the time – he'd have to be wide awake once they arrived at the special place he'd never shown anyone, well except for his wife.

Once the beach came into view, Teresa turned on the radio, looking for a station that played 80's and 90's songs without interruption, moving her lips to the well-known songs. Although he was pretending to sleep, Jane couldn't hide the smile that was playing on his lips. Through the corner of his eye he watched Teresa singing along, her hair getting tousled by the airstream. He really wondered what color her bikini was, since the turquoise summer dress hid everything very well.

Huh? Where did that thought come from? Maybe he was too tired to be thinking clear, so this time he really closed his eyes and began dozing off.

It wasn't long until he was woken up again due to some loud Spice Girls song blasting from the speakers and Teresa's loud voice singing along. "Stop right now, thank you very much, I need somebody with a human touch. Hey you always on the run, Gotta slow it down baby, Gotta have some fun! Da da da da da da da da da da da Always be together. Ba ba ba ba – Oh my God you're awake!" she shrieked, when she saw his eyes on her, immediately tuning down the volume and blushing furiously. "I'm so sorry. I know I can't sing."

Jane laughed about her embarrassment: "It's not that bad. You won't win the next American Idol contest, but it sounds nice." He turned the volume back up, cherishing the grin she gave him.

They would be there soon anyways, so he didn't mind to be awake now, especially because he could watch Teresa driving. "Drive a little slower, please," Jane ordered her when they passed an area with high bushes on the left side masking the sea behind them.

Teresa did as asked, curiously waiting for Jane to give her more directions leading to their final destination. "Slow down and drive the car down between those two bushes over there – the one with the yellow blossoms."

"I'm not sure this is a good idea Jane, It doesn't seem like the car will fit through and I don't want to ruin Mr. Mashburn's car!"

"It fits, trust me, Teresa." She gave him a long and intensive look and finally pulled over. To her big surprise, the car fitted perfectly between those two bushes and the way wasn't even as precipitous as it seemed on first look. It ended on a small plateau, where you could park the car perfectly without being seen from the highway and a few stairs which were carved in the stone lead to a part of the beach perfectly hidden from the rocks of the cliffy coast.

Teresa parked the car and stepped outside, a light breeze dishevelling her hair. "It's beautiful, Patrick! How the hell did you find this place?"

"By accident," he answered honestly, getting out of the car and grabbing their bags from the trunk. "Be careful, the stairs can be slippery sometimes. The blond gave her a hand to support her to get down the dangerous stairs, until they reached the beach. The sand was shining in a wonderful white and so warm, Teresa was sure she'd have burnt her feet if she hadn't worn her leather sandals.

"I have to get some other stuff from the car. How about you look for a nice place where we could settle down?"

Teresa nodded, taking in the view of the beautiful seaside. It was breath-taking. They were the only people at this place, far and wide no human soul in sight. It was the perfect place to do spend the day.

Jane came back with a white parasol. He stuck the holder deep into the sand and put the parasol inside. "I didn't want you to get sunburned," he simply answered on her raised eyebrow.

"Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you. A little shade is not so bad I guess if the sun's going to get even hotter today." She started unpacking the bags, laying out two large towels and a book, sunhat, sunscreen and all the other little things she packed into her bag this morning. While she was preparing their places, Jane made his magic work and whipped up two glasses and some kind of half frozen smoothie which he decorated with pieces of fresh fruit.

"Your drink, madame," Jane grinned, giving her one of the delicious looking drinks, "I call it smoothie á la Jane."

Teresa rolled her eyes but accepted the drink, surprised it was so tasty. "This is really good, what's inside?"

"That's a secret, my dear. Magicians don't tell their tricks."

"Now you're a magician, too? Well let me work my magician powers and tell you that you asked the hotel kitchen to prepare you something and you yourself have no idea what's inside that freaking smoothie other than strawberry."

"Well I do taste a little passionfruit," he admitted laughing.

"Some magician you are. Come on, I want to put sun screen on, so we can go swimming later. Could you lotion my back please?"

It was an innocent question, he knew, but when she pushed the sun lotion into his hand and lay down, her delicate back all in front of him, Jane swallowed hard. Carefully, he spread a little sun lotion on her back, his hands lightly sweating when he started massaging the lotion into her skin.

She had freckles, even on her back. She was a little ticklish, because every time his hands came too close to her sides, she flinched a little, hiding a giggle. But most of all, she looked beautiful. Her skin was shimmering in the sun light, her skin warm and soft. Oh how he would love to kiss each one of those freckles, especially the ones he could spot right behind her ear.

Teresa sighed, enjoying the strong backrub. Only when Jane didn't seem to stop, she cracked an eye open and glanced up at him. "You do know you don't have to spread the whole bottle over my back, right? Jane?"

Jane flinched, his mind had been so focused on her back and all the things he'd like to do to her, he totally forgot to stop adding more and more lotion to her back. "I'm sorry, Teresa. I was thinking…"

"What were you thinking about?" she asked innocently.

Stop it, cruel woman! Jane thought, Do you really have no idea what you're doing to me?!

"Thanks for the massage, Jane. Would you like me to lotion your back, too?"

His only answer was a hoarse "Yes", before he turned around and waited for Teresa to start. He felt the cool lotion on his back, the way Teresa drew a picture in the form of a sun out of it made him smile. That woman was unbelievable.

Still, when her slightly cool hands touched his back, a shudder spread over his whole body. Why was his woman making him feel so… good? He could be himself with her, his old self, not the stoic and egocentric businessman that he became years ago – it'd gotten even worse after the accident.

Unlike him, Teresa didn't spend an unusual amount of time lotioning his back. After less than five minutes she slapped his shoulder: "Come on, I want to go for a swim!"

She jumped up, running towards the water, Jane chasing after her with a little more distance. Teresa giggled, the moment her feet hit the cooling water of the Pacific.

"It's so cold!"

"Are you going to chicken out?" Jane asked when he arrived by her side. Without waiting for an answer, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder. Although she struggled half-heartedly, he kept her in place, until he reached the hip deep water.

"Oh you don't dare, Patrick!" she screamed, her nails gripping into his skin. "Let me down, now!"

"As you wish," he answered, letting her body drop down into the ocean, so she came up all wet and gasping for air.

"That was not fair!" she accused him half coughing, half laughing. Jane dived down, his years of surfing when he was young had made him a good swimmer. He ripped Teresa's feet of the ground, so she lost her balance once again. Before she could dive up, he pulled her out of the water and into his arms.

"You're mean!" she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck and before he had any chance, she'd her lips pressed on his. Jane was thrown off guard the moment he tasted the salty warmth of her lips and tongue mixed with the sweet taste of fruits from the smoothie.

Kissing had never felt this good before, not with any other woman, not even with Angela. Teresa made him feel so… alive. His need for her lips became so huge, Jane protested with a deep grunt, when she pulled away. Being thrown off guard because of the kiss, he didn't even see it coming, when Teresa straddled his legs with hers and pushed him down with one swift move. She even managed to held him pushed down into the water for a few seconds, before Jane dived up, gasping for air.

"You're speaking of mean?" he asked, "That was mean! Distracting me with a kiss, so you can have the upper hand!"

"It worked, didn't it?", she asked innocently.

"You're a cruel, cruel woman," he pouted, shaking his head in disbelief.

The brunette just smiled, her cheeks turning slightly red, before she started swimming away from him. "You see that rock over there? The last one who makes it there is a lame duck!"

Xxxxx

In the end, he let her win, just because he loved to see her smile. He knew she knew he let her win, but she didn't call him out on it, because she was a proud person. They made it back to the beach together, falling down on their towels, slightly out of breath.

Jane decided it was time for a quick lunch, before they went to go swimming again. Both of them could use a little break. While Teresa was drying off, he prepared the picnic with fresh fruit, a few sandwiches and other delicious stuff the hotel kitchen packed into the basket.

"Who is supposed to eat all this?" Teresa asked, seeing the huge amount of food on the blanket under the sunshade.

"It's only two pm and I intended to watch the dawn with you, so you don't have to eat everything right away. Maybe you can spare one or two sandwiches for me."

"Haha, very funny," she said, grabbing a salmon sandwich. "These are so delicious… I'm so glad you asked the hotel to pack us something, because I'm not sure I'd have liked sand cakes with seaweed topping."

Jane grinned: "Now that you're saying it, I have this old family recipe…"

"Oh stop it, you're not going to make me eat sand! I ate enough of this when I was a kid to know it doesn't taste good!"

Xxxxx

After they ate, Jane decided to take a short nap, while Teresa started to read her book, before she fell asleep too. That's how they spent their day. Relaxing in the sun, swimming, sleeping and from time to time, they managed to steal a few sweet kisses from each other.

Jane built a huge sandcastle while she was asleep and surprised her with it after she woke up. He invented a story about a young princess being locked inside there before a prince came to save her. It was then, when Teresa suggested why it always had to be the woman who needed to be saved, so she retold the story, making it about a princess and a prince, both locked and helped each other escape from the chains of the castle, representing the chains of their life.

They knew this story wasn't as far from the truth as it sounded, because it kind of reflected their own story.

An hour before dawn, Jane suggested they should start packing, so they could watch the dawn in silence with nothing to do afterwards. He gave Teresa one of his shirts, because her skin started turning slightly red and he didn't want her to have a sunburn afterwards which would hurt her.

So after they stored everything and saw down right next to the water, Teresa leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed deeply. Jane reached over to push a strand of dried hair out of her sight, before he leaned his head down on hers.

"It was a beautiful day, Patrick. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my dear. I kind of forgot how happy the beach makes me."

"Well, you should go here more often, go surfing – you love surfing, right? Maybe you can teach me!"

He laughed and hugged her close, knowing it would be hard to teach her surfing once she left him on Friday. Friday… he still had to think of a plan so she could get out of this mess undamaged and alive. But for the moment, he just decided to go along with it.

"Of course I will teach you, Teresa. I'd like nothing more. Look!" He pointed towards the horizon, where the sun just seemed to hit the water, soaking the world into a bright orange and gold, the water glittering like thousands drops of fluid gold.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered taken aback. Without any further comment, Jane put her hand in his and leaned over to kiss her cheek. They watched the dawn in silence, each one trying to lock this moment in their memories.

After the sun disappeared into the ocean, the sky was beginning to darken in the east, so Jane helped Teresa up and they walked back towards the car. Their hands were still locked.

"It was a wonderful day, Patrick. I never imagined this, when I suggested we could go to the beach. Thank you."

"Well, I have to give that back to you, because it wouldn't have been so nice without you. How about we call it an early night, drive back to the hotel and get some room service? We could watch some TV if you want to…"

"Sounds good to me," she smiled, walking over to the driver's seat. Teresa turned the car and pulled it back on the street.

"When was the last time you watched the sunset? And I mean really watched, like we just did?" Jane asked curiously. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the freckles on her slightly redded skin.

"I don't know, let me think… I guess it was the summer before my mom died. My family always enjoyed hiking through the mountains or along the lakeside when I was a kid. My brothers always complained, because they rather liked to play with their Nintendo and stuff, but I enjoyed the sound of the forest, the animals we saw… It was nice to get out of the city for a change. I remember my mother telling me about the sunsets in Ireland, that's where she was born. Too bad she never took us there… I told you about my aunt over there, right?"

Jane nodded, while she gave him a meaningful side glance. "My mother always said the sunset at the Cliffs of Moher is the most beautiful one in the world. Maybe one day I'll be able to go, who knows?" Well she did know. She knew she'd never be able to see said sunset, because she'd be dead next weekend. But that's why she was glad Jane had taken her here, so she could spend her last days in a never known bliss.

"Well, when was the last time you've watched the sunset?"

He tensed: "It was a long time ago… and it was where we just did. Only that my family was still alive."

"I'm sorry," Teresa mumbled. She knew it must hurt him as much to talk of his late family like it did when she was talking about her mother.

"Don't be, it's not your fault. If I couldn't deal with it, I shouldn't have brought you there. I wanted to show you my favourite spot and spend a wonderful day with you and that's what I did."

The brunette managed a smile and tore her eyes away from the road to look at him.

That's why she didn't see the car behind them coming closer and closer with too much speed, before it crashed into their back. Teresa lost control over the vehicle, which broke away, crashed against the guide board and flipped over two full times, before it came to a hold on the other side of the road on all four wheels.

The car that caused the incident was long gone.

The windows were broken and the airbags exploded, the roof slightly damaged, but other than that, the car seemed fine. Jane, who never lost consciousness during the accident cracked his eyes open. His head hurt. His ears were ringing. Carefully, he tried to move his legs, then his arms, then his neck. He was able to move everything, what a relief. Which idiot would crash into them with such high speed on a road along the coast? They were lucky the car hadn't rolled over the guide board, otherwise they'd have fallen off the cliffs into the sea. They. Teresa.

"Teresa!" he mumbled, his voice a little hoarse. In opposite to him, she wasn't awake and there was a little strain of blood running down the side of her head.

Panicking, Jane reached for her shoulder, shaking her slightly. "Teresa. Teresa, please. Please don't be dead…" The horror of losing another loved one because of a car accident caused him trouble to breathe. "Teresa! Wake up, please… please wake up…"

His hand was shaking now, as was his whole body. A lump formed in his throat, while tears started burning in his eyes. "Teresa…"

A moan escaped her throat, when she moved her head from the side of the window to his, so he could see her face. Her eyes fluttered open, then closed again. It would have given him a heart attack, if he hadn't been so happy to see her move. He had to be careful though, he didn't know if she had any other, especially internal injuries besides the cut at the side of her head.

"Teresa, you're a live," he whispered, his voice full with relief, "Thank God you're alive."

"Jane… I… What happened? I lost control over the car… I don't remember…"

"It's okay. A car crashed into us from behind and caused the accident. I don't want to scare you, but it didn't look like it was not on purpose. Can you move? Are you hurt?"

"My head hurts a little," she answered truthfully, touching the side with the cut. "Oh."

"Careful, dear, you could have a concussion. Do you feel your legs? Hands? Can you try to open the car door?"

Just then, Jane could see a police car approach, followed by an ambulance. "Well, that is weird," he mumbled, but waited for the cars to stop right next to them. Ambulance men rushed out of their vehicle, followed by a young woman with shoulder long brown hair and a tall dark haired man in an officer uniform.

"We got an anonymous 911 call, are you alright, Sir?" the paramedic asked. Jane just nodded, slightly confused how someone could call their accident in, since it happened only ten minutes ago and the only car on the road had been the black van that caused the accident.

"I am… my friend," he started.

"My colleague is going to take care of your friend. What's your name? Can you move your legs? Your arms? Are you in pain?"

The paramedics broke the doors, since they were so damaged by the accident, they wouldn't open otherwise. Teresa and Jane were escorted into the ambulance, where they treated her cut and checked him for other injuries.

"I feel a little sick," Teresa mumbled all of a sudden and had to lie down on the stretcher.

"Your friend probably has a concussion, Mr. Jane," one of the paramedics told him, "It would be better to bring her to a hospital and check her through."

"Yes… yes, that might be for the best. Can I ride with her? She… I'm the only one she knows around here…"

"Mr. Jane?" the two officers asked politely, "We would like to ask you some questions about the accident."

That was when he recognized them – well at least he recognized the woman. His face hardened immediately. "Officer Fisher. Long time, no see."

"I wish it had been under different circumstances," the woman answered. "This is my colleague, Officer Pike. Would you…"

"I'm sorry, Officer Fisher, but right now I don't care about any of the questions you might have. My friend needs me."

The woman just nodded and stepped aside, so he could enter the ambulance. "We'll talk at the hospital then."

Jane just shook his head, before he climbed into the back of the ambulance and sat down on one of the emergency seats. Teresa was lying on the stretcher, her eyes burning into him with lots of questions.

"How are you feeling?" Jane asked serious, before he took her hand in his. Now that the paramedic had wiped the blood off her face, she looked as if nothing had happened.

"A little dizzy… and I've got a headache, but I was given something against the pain. What about you? Did you know the officer? You two sounded so… familiar."

He swallowed hard, before he carefully guided her hand up to his lips and kissed its back. "Nothing you have to worry about, my dear. I'll tell you once we're back at the hotel – if they let you go tonight."

"I won't stay at the hospital!" Teresa protested.

Jane smiled at her, resisting the urge to kiss her for her comment. "I'll stay with you. I'll get you a nice room and if something's wrong, the best doctors money can buy." Although she still didn't like it, she leaned back and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the people who'd caused the accident.

At the hospital, Teresa had x-rays and a CT of her head. The doctor diagnosed her with a mild concussion and once she promised to stay calm for the night and the next day and took her medics, everything would be fine. Jane insisted on her staying at the hospital though, even if only for one night, because he wanted to have a doctor close if anything happened.

Teresa hated hospitals, but she had no chance to change Jane's mind. Well, when she was lead into a nice looking two bedroom, she sighed and finally stopped complaining.

Somehow Jane had managed to get rid of the police officers who wanted her statement for the accident. She was thankful for it, because all she did was wanted to sleep. She would miss Jane though, because without him, she would be at the mercy of her own thoughts and that was something she didn't need right now.

Teresa turned on the TV, a little pissed Jane hadn't really said goodbye, before he left the hospital. She'd been given a quick kiss on the cheek and then he was gone. He must be in shock too because of the accident.

He'd said the car had hit them on purpose… and somehow she wasn't able to shake off the feeling this had something to do with Lorelei's threat. If they'd fallen off the cliff, it would have looked like a stupid accident; no one would have missed them. But the longer she thought about it, she felt certain Lorelei's threat wasn't just hot air. If she wouldn't turn up in Vegas on Friday, they would be dead – well, she was dead anyways.

She flinched, when the door opened and a familiar blond man walked in, carrying a little suitcase and a bag with take out that filled the whole room with a delicious smell.

"Don't look so surprised, Teresa. Did you really think I'd let you stay alone tonight? I brought take out from the best Thai restaurant in LA." He closed the door behind him and carried the stuff over to the other bed. Without a comment, he pulled the hospital bed towards Teresa's and arranged some kind of hospital-double-bed.

"Much more comfortable this way, don't you think?" Grinning, Jane kicked off his shoes and laid down next to Teresa, who was still watching him with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here, Patrick? Do you think I will run off without you sitting guard next to me?"

"After what happened today, I do. But I won't let you, just so you know. I'm going to stay beside you for the rest of the week, so you don't get any stupid ideas in your pretty little head. Would you like some Tom Yam?"

"I'm serious, Jane. They tried to kill us. You said yourself this wasn't just a stupid accident. They tried to kill me, tried to kill us and they almost succeeded. It was a warning to take their threat serious and I don't want to pull you in any deeper than you already are because of me."

"Every time you get upset or pissed with me, you call me Jane, do you realize that?" He put the sticks back into the little container with food he just opened. "You might be serious about it, Teresa, but don't forget I am too. I know if people mean it serious and these people do. I'm here, because I'm going to protect you, no matter what. I already have a plan."

Truth was, he hadn't, but he'd always been a good liar, so after a staring contest, she finally gave in and sighed heavily.

"I don't know why you're doing this. You could have kicked me out on the street after you found out I lied to you. But instead of doing what any other man would have done, you stay here with me. Why, Patrick?"

"I told you I care about you, Teresa," he mumbled, leaning over to touch her lips with his thumb. "You're the best thing that happened to me and I don't want to lose you." Without a warning, he bent down to kiss her, happy she let him and didn't pull away.

Just tell her that you love her, you idiot, his mind screamed, but he knew this wouldn't be the right time for a confession like that.

"You smell good," Teresa grinned, after they pulled apart. Jane smiled mischievously, before he held a container with food up.

"If you've finished pitying our situation, you might want to try a taste of heavenly food…"

And heaven it was.

A/N: whew, there we are. I hope you liked it and weren't too shocked. Of course Red John is serious with his threat. I can promise you it's going to be exciting and maybe the next chapter is going to be M-rated… We can't leave the like this, right? ;)
I'd love to know what you think of this chapter and wish everyone a great day only 5 days until the hiatus is over :')