A/N: Hey there guys! Sorry for the long wait. This chapter has been ready for a while but I had some beta trouble. I still hope you're with me, because it's not much anymore until the story ends. Sigh, they grow up so fast LOL

A big shout out to the wonderful Idan who betaed this chapter! This one is for you ;)
And ofc thanks to my Cookie totorsg 3
Have lots of fun and be warned, this chapter is gonna be M!

(14)

They left the hospital, after the doctor gave his ok, but made her promise to take it easy for the next two days. Teresa's headache was gone thanks to the medicine she had last night, and Jane saw it as his duty to make sure she was fine.

He could see the actions of last night were giving her a hard time, and he didn't like the way the wrinkle between her eyebrows was showing. Just as they stepped out of the hospital, ready to get in the waiting car, Detective Fisher and her colleague Pike showed up.

"May we have a word with you, Mr. Jane?" Fisher asked formally.

"We don't have the time right now. If you'll excuse us…" he answered, before Teresa could say anything.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jane, but I can't. If you don't give us your statement about what happened last night, I have to institute proceedings against you and Miss Lisbon for obstruction of justice."

"Jane…,", Teresa started, but he shook his head.

"If you want a statement, talk to my lawyer." Jane took Teresa's hand, but she refused to come with him. Yes, she was afraid to talk to the police, but they were only doing their job and if she were in Detective Fisher's place, she'd be glad if she was given a statement. Also, if Jane had trouble with the officer, it didn't mean she had to get into trouble with her, too.

"I want to tell you what happened, Detective Fisher. Where do you want to talk?"

"Teresa…" he started, but she gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm going to be fine, Patrick. I'll see you in a few."

Fisher led her over to the police car, while Pike dealt with an agitated Jane.

"Miss Lisbon, first of all I need your personal data. Please answer truthfully." Teresa nodded and answered all her questions, followed by a description of how she remembered the accident. She didn't tell Fisher about Lorelei's threat though and lied when the detective asked if she could imagine anyone who would want to hurt Mr. Jane.

Fisher knew the petite woman wasn't telling her everything, but she didn't want to push. "Are you sure you don't remember anything more?"

"I'm sorry, I don't. But may I ask why Jane dislikes you so much, Detective Fisher? I know it's none of my business, but he doesn't talk to me and…" She shot a glance over to where Pike was dealing with Jane, who looked over at her in the exact same moment.

Fisher sighed: "I'm not supposed to talk about it, Miss Lisbon. If he doesn't want to tell you, it's his decision to make. I can't tell you, I'm sorry. I'll call you once we find out more about the car which caused the hit and run. May I call you, instead of Mr. Jane, if any further questions occur?"

"Of course, Detective Fisher. I'll be staying in LA until Friday." She walked back over to Jane, who seemed to have finished with Officer Pike, too. He was so relieved to have her back, he wouldn't let go of her hand, until they arrived at the hotel.

"Would you do me a favor?" he asked once they stepped inside their suite.

"That depends on what you want me to do," she answered.

"Get dressed, wear something casual, I want to show you something."

Teresa sighed. After yesterday she really wasn't in the mood for any other exciting activities. The fear that the accident wouldn't be the last "warning" from Red John was making her crazy. She didn't want to put Jane in more danger than he already was in.

"I don't know, Patrick…"

"Please, Teresa. It's nothing big, I promise… just somewhere I know you'll be safe." She raised an eyebrow, when he put on his puppy dog look and a smile that could melt the whole of Antarctica.

"You're a tease," she grumbled, turning around to walk over to her room. "Will you finally tell me what happened between Detective Fisher and you? Is it so bad? Because it seemed to me you really hate her although she's sorry for whatever happened between you two."

"Oh, she should be," Jane answered mysteriously. He didn't want to tell her about it, didn't want Teresa to know about the time before he got to know Walter Mashburn and became the ice-cold and reckless businessman he was today… but with their final destination in mind, perhaps it would be better to tell her now instead of taking the risk the wrong people would tell her.

"It's a longer story, so maybe you want to have a seat."

"Oh, is it so bad?" she joked, happy he cracked a smile for her too.

"It's not bad. I think it's only fair that after you told me about your life, I tell you about mine. You must know I wasn't always like this," he pointed out, "I grew up at the carnival…"

Teresa listened carefully to his story. How his father had made him play Wonder Boy – uh no, Boy Wonder – and trick people with his special abilities. She'd figured out before that he was some kind of psychic, although there were no such things as psychics, just good observers, since the first night in the hotel at Vegas. Of course back then she hadn't known the whole story.

Her favorite was a story about an elephant named Rosie. It got funny, when Jane told her how he met his late wife Angela at the carnival, and how they escaped together, because Angela hated it.

Teresa realized Angela must have been the love of his life, his one and done. Their story sounded like something out of a book, except that in a book, they'd have had a happy ending, not a car crash that shattered Jane's perfect little life into a thousand pieces.

How wonderful it must be to love someone unconditionally, go through the good and the bad times together… and how cruel it must be to be ripped out of this world, just like her parents, she realized,. Jane had suffered the same. Only he didn't have the responsibility to take care of four motherless children.

"You have to know that my wife's brother, Danny, had some very shady business going on at that time and LAPD thought my wife was somehow involved, because she was his sister. So one day, when I was out of the house with a client, Detective Fisher – she was an officer back then – and a guy named Abbott came to my house with a warrant, searched the house, and took Angela into custody after they found drugs in her car, the car she lent Danny a day ago, because he had to drive to Mexico."

"Oh no," Teresa mumbled, shocked.

"Of course they didn't believe her. You have to know, she was eight months pregnant with Charlotte back then and instead of calling me and informing me, they just took my wife into custody,. I came home, found the house searched and the car gone. I thought something happened to her, a break in gone wrong or… I don't remember.

"At that time, Danny was long gone and they pressured Angela to tell them where he was, although she had no idea. She was hysterical and frightened and under so much stress, her water broke when she was still in interrogation. I arrived at the police station just in time to see them loading her into an ambulance, to drive her to the hospital."

"I'm so sorry," Teresa whispered,. "That must have really shocked you. Your wife was eight months pregnant—they shouldn't have stressed her during the interrogation!"

Jane nodded, his face hard. "Charlotte was three weeks early – which is not bad, she was fine when she was born and I was the happiest man alive – but you have to understand that's why I hate Detective Fisher so much. She can be as sorry as she wants for that, I will never forgive her. I'm sorry, I shouldn't bore you with stuff from my past. It's over now,; it doesn't matter anymore."

Teresa took his hand in hers:. "It does matter, Patrick. It's a part of you. Come on, you wanted to show me something? I'll get changed and then we can go."

"I… I saw that the carnival is in town and I wanted to show you what has been a part of my life for so long. I know we'll be safe there. Carnies stick together, no matter what. Once a carnie, always a carnie."

Her eyes lit up like a child's.: "I haven't been to the carnival in years! Give me a second, I'll be back before you can say Ferris wheel!"

It did take her a little longer than the word "Ferris wheel" to get changed, but Jane didn't mind. He was looking forward to showing Teresa where he grew up, because he wanted her to know as much about him as possible. It was weird. Usually, when he met a woman, he never talked about his past, let alone bring her to a place like the carnival. But with Teresa, it was different – as always.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Teresa asked., "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you look beautiful. I'm just glad I decided to take you here. We have to take it slow, because remember what the doctor said, but otherwise I guess we can do anything you like. So where do you want to start?"

"Cotton candy and the chairoplane."

"Your wish is my command, Milady."

The tall man at the cotton candy stand recognized Jane in a heartbeat and hugged the air out of him. Teresa knew, because the man did the same to her and though he didn't look that strong, he definitely was.

Jane chattered with him, while he made the biggest stick of pink cotton candy she'd ever seen. Of course they got it for free. "I can't eat all of this alone, Patrick, I'm going to get a sugar shock!"

"Who said you're supposed to eat it alone?" Jane asked, before he stuck two fingers into the pink sweetness and ripped out a bite. "As good as I remember," he grinned.

"I really wonder how you didn't end up a fat man with all the cotton candy, popcorn and hotdogs you must have had when you were a kid!"

"Oh it wasn't all fun, my dear. We had to help a lot at the carnival. When I wasn't busy with my shows, I helped out at lots of attractions. Let's see if old Ruby is still in charge of the chairoplane!"

They didn't even have to stand in line, and for the first time, Teresa started to enjoy all the privileges she got with Patrick Jane. Just as the man before, the old woman with fire red hair – that was probably why they called her Ruby – greeted Patrick like he was a long lost son of hers.

Teresa couldn't hide a grin, when Ruby pinched Jane's cheek and patted his other one with her bony hand.

"I always hated when she did that," Jane muttered later, when they each had a seat.

"You're her favorite, stop complaining!"

"Oh if you only knew! When I was around eighteen she wanted to set me up with her granddaughter who was 28 at the time! This woman is crazy… but she's part of the family." He swung a little to the side with his swing, until he almost bumped into Teresa.

"Stop it! Not that she's going to kick us out of here because of your behavior!"

"Give me your hand and I'll stop," he said simply.

"It seems like you're taking an awful lot of pleasure in blackmailing me these days." His smug grin was answer enough. But secretly she was enjoying it.

The ride on the chairoplane was fun, and she didn't have to beg Jane for another one right away. They were allowed to stay in their seats for round two, much to the complaining of other children and their parents, who were waiting in line.

Time went by more quickly than Jane could imagine. He didn't care though. He felt safe here and Teresa did too. She was enjoying his company and the carnival, while he was having fun seeing his old family again. Jane hadn't known how much he missed them all these years, until he was hugged and welcomed like he'd never been gone.

He realized, that it was the first time since the funeral that he'd seen some of his old friends. It was a weird feeling, but it gave him pleasure also, to know that there was a place in this world where he'd always be welcome, no matter what happened.

Of course condolences for the death of his wife and daughter came up once or twice. Jane had the feeling, though, that some of the carnies were still grieving for the cheerful little blonde girl who had made their life so much brighter every time they visited.

The carnies were a little suspicious when it came to Teresa though. They weren't rude, no, they were quite open minded to his surprise, but they still sent her curious looks and asked subliminal questions.

"Patrick Jane!" someone behind them exclaimed cheerfully. "I heard you're here, but I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it! It's really you! Come here, boy!"

"News always travelled fast around here. It's good to see you, Pete!" Jane walked over to hug the tall strong man with the big belly and was lifted into the air, like he didn't weight more than a fly.

"I wondered when you'd show up here. How is Sam?"

"She's good, but why don't you go and talk to her yourself? She's been dying to see you ever since Brad told us he saw you and the little lady over there at his cotton candy stand. Don't you want to introduce us, Paddy?"

Jane turned around and waved Teresa to come closer. "Teresa, this is Pete. Pete, this is my friend Teresa." Pete grabbed Teresa's small hand to shake it and initiated a wet kiss on its back.

"Stop the fine manners, Pete, you never had any! It's too late to try that."

"Stop being rude, Jane! At least he tried! It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pete."

Pete laughed, clapping his big hands together.: "Oh she's got quite the pepper in her ass. You need a woman who can put you in line, Paddy. Come on, Sam is waiting and I'm not supposed to let you leave until you greet her."

"I wouldn't miss her in a thousand years. Is there a chance Teresa could get a ride on Rosie?"

"Of course she can!"

Teresa's eyes widened.: "I don't think that's necessary…"

"What, are you going to chicken out?" Jane teased.

"I am not!" Oh and how she was…

"She's a lovely girl, Patrick," Sammy said, while they were watching how Pete made Rosie pick up Teresa with her long trunk. Teresa laughed and squeaked, having lost her awkwardness with the elephant.

"You're right," Jane grinned, "Rosie seems to like her."

"Well it looks to me like Rosie is not the only one who likes little Pepper." Yeah right, the carnies decided to call her Pepper, because of her witty answers. Well, to him she was more chilli than pepper, Jane thought smirking.

"I think you got me there," he admitted without embarrassment. Of all people, Sammy had always been able to see right through him.

"Good for you… And it looks like you're good for her too. Where did you pick her up and don't give me crap, Patrick Jane, I know when you're lying!"

"You're one of the few who can tell. I met her in Vegas. She was a hooker working for the "'Red Mill".' Have you ever heard of it?"

The dark skinned woman shook her head, watching Teresa closely. She sat upon Rosie's back now, desperately trying to stay up there with all the swinging moves Rosie did while walking. "She doesn't look like one. She has this broken vibe though… But you're good for her, I can feel it. You're good for each other and you don't have to comment, but there's more between the two of you than whatever you pretend there is."

"At the moment, I'm not pretending anything to be honest. I'm just enjoying it as long as it can last."

"What's there you're not telling me, boy?"

Jane looked around to make sure there was no one listening to their conversation.: "Someone wants to kill her… His name's Red John."

Sammy's eyes widened in shock, while she grasped the back of her chair. "Are you sure?"

He nodded, his face taking on a bitter expression. "I am. Someone tried to push us off the road yesterday. We had an accident, but we're okay. It was close though. And Teresa was threatened they would kill me, if she wasn't back in Vegas by Friday, because she tried to escape. Sammy, I don't want her to go back there. I've contacted some of my old friends and from what I heard she won't make it out of there alive."

The older woman grasped his hand: "You have to do something, Patrick. You can't let anything happen to her."

"I know, but I don't know what to do…" he mumbled with a desperate edge in his voice.

"You're a clever man with lots of resources, I'm sure you'll figure something out. If we can help, just let us know, okay? Don't lose another woman like this, Patrick, she could be it."

"Patrick!" Teresa screamed from afar, after she finally managed to get a good seat on the elephant. "I'm riding an elephant!"

Jane gave Sammy, who just grinned, an excusing smile. "I'm needed somewhere."

"Oh go, lover boy!"

He walked over to where Pete was walking Rosie around with Teresa on top. Pete gave him a knowing look, before he threw him a red delicious apple. "Let's see if the old girl remembers you."

"Elephants never forget anything," Jane smirked, before he held the apple up, so Rosie could pick it up with her trunk. "Hello old lady, it's good to see you again."

As if the elephant understood him, she popped the apple into her mouth and patted his shoulder afterwards as a thank you. His eyes wandered up to Teresa, who looked like some kind of Indian princess to him, with her hair all wavy and the long colored shirt she was wearing.

"How's the air up there?" Jane asked jokingly, stepping back a little so she could see him better.

"It's amazing! I've never sat on an elephant before. Can you come up and join me?"

Jane threw a glance at Pete, who nodded and stepped aside, so Rosie could lift her leg to help him get on her back. He reached for Teresa's hand and in two swift moves, he climbed up and sat down right behind her. "Just like the old days," he grinned, one arm going around Teresa's hip for a better hold.

Teresa leaned back against him, enjoying the feeling of his strong chest against her back. "This is nice," she whispered., "Thanks for bringing me here, I really appreciate it!"

"Now you can tell everyone you rode an elephant! And you didn't even have to go to India!"

Pete made Rosie walk for a few more rounds, before he announced that they had to get the elephant ready for the circus show in the evening.

Teresa gladly helped clean her new big elephant friend and didn't even care she was all wet afterwards, because the animal liked to play with the water rather than be actually washed. The warm afternoon sun would dry her clothes after a while. Patrick helped Sammy fix the dinner they would have, right before the show started.

Although he'd have enjoyed taking Teresa to the circus show, Jane had other plans. So after a very simple but delicious dinner, he led her to the Ferris wheel, bribing a young kid named Timmy to let them have one last, very long ride, although the attractions were already closed.

"It must have been great as a kid," Teresa said while watching the different colored lights coming from the circus tent. "I mean I know it wasn't easy, but riding elephants, getting ready for the show in the evening, getting free rides anywhere at any time… It sounds like something out of a fairytale."

"You mean Dumbo?"

"That's a Disney film," she protested, smacking him lightly, before leaning back against his shoulder. The Ferris wheel magically stopped, when they were right on top, much to Jane's satisfaction. He started stroking her soft hair, listening to her deep breaths.

Sammy was right. Whatever this was, it was more than he wanted to make himself believe. He felt like an actual human being again, like the layer of ice that had closed around his heart was finally starting to crack due to the warming light of no one else but Teresa Lisbon.

"Stop thinking so loudly, I can hear you, Patrick."

For a second, he stopped stoking her hair. She looked up into his eyes and blinked exactly one time, before she found his lips on his. Teresa didn't mind anymore that she was kissed by him, even if she was not the one who initiated it. He was always so careful, first testing if she was okay with it, and when she gave her approval and opened her mouth, her heart beat so fast she thought it would explode.

Kissing Patrick Jane was intoxicating, like a drug you got addicted to and you feel like you need more after every time. The feeling that came along with kissing Jane was one of the best feelings in the world. She loved his sweet taste, loved how he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

Well, high up there, on top of the Ferris wheel, she felt like she was. With every kiss, she felt closer to him, like her heart opened a bit more to let him in. It was dangerous, she knew that, but she didn't care. For once in her life she wanted to have something she never thought she could have. Patrick Jane.

Teresa moaned into the kiss and shifted closer to him, which was barely possible in the small gondola of the Ferris wheel. He loved her deliciousness, her little tongue playing wicked games with his, but he also couldn't shake off the feeling she did it, because she thought this wouldn't work out anyways.

He had to stop her, stop her from going back to Vegas, that was for sure. He wanted to give her everything, the life she deserved, wanted to make her happy and feel loved. Even more, he wanted to make love to her, like no one else had done before.

When the need for air became too much, they broke apart, breathing heavily. Teresa was slightly shaking, but not because she was cold. The tension and attraction to each other was so overwhelming for her, it was hard to handle.

"It's going to be okay, Teresa, I promise." Once again their lips met, but this time it was for sealing his promise.

The Ferris wheel came back to life, finishing its round. They stepped out of the gondola and walked back toward the trailer of Pete and Sammy, who were sitting outside in their plastic chairs, enjoying the evening sun.

"It was nice to have you here, Patrick. Please promise to visit us more often – and don't forget to bring Pepper," Sammy whispered teary eyed, when she hugged Jane goodbye.

"I will," Jane promised, giving Sammy his most honest smile, before he went on to Pete, who'd just lifted petite Teresa up in the air.

"G'bye Pepper. Make sure to kick Paddy's ass when he deserves it."

"There's nothing I'd love to do more," Teresa grinned, before she was enclosed in one of Sammy's warm hugs.

They bid their carnie friends goodbye, walking back towards the exit, where Cho's limousine was waiting to pick them up.

The mood was electrifying, once they got back into their suite. Neither of them had been able to let go of the other one's hand when they got out of the car and went into the hotel.

"Thank you for the lovely day," Teresa said honestly, giving his hand a squeeze, "I… wish this would never end."

"It doesn't have to, Teresa," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. "I want you… so bad…"

The petite brunette swallowed, closing her eyes. "Then take me."

Jane didn't move and when she cracked an eye open, his face was right in front of her, breathtaking blue-green eyes staring at her. "I don't want to take you, I want you to want me as much as I want you."

"I do," she whispered, closing the space between them. Their lips met and before she could say anything, Jane picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, laying her down on the soft mattress carefully.

She buried her hands in his golden locks, when he kissed her with such intensity, she couldn't help a gasp escaping her throat. He pushed her shirt up, revealing the fine white skin of her flat stomach, taking his time to roam it with his delicate hands, before he got rid of the shirt completely.

Her nipples were already hard, that much he could see through her bra already. They were literally screaming to be freed, so that's what he did.

Jane worked his way down her throat, over her collar bone, down to one of the perfectly shaped breasts, spreading thousands of small kisses over her body, making her shiver in anticipation. Teresa moaned, when he took one of her hardened tips into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

She got to work on his belt and shirt with trembling fingers, sighing in bliss from all the attention Jane gave her breasts with all the massaging, teasing and soft biting. It wasn't painful, it was pleasuring.

They got rid of each other's clothes so easily, Teresa couldn't even remember when it happened. The moment they were both naked, she took a deep breath and reached for his length, which was so hard like she'd never seen before.

Jane gasped, as she started to rub it, it felt too good. But he didn't want her to do the work, didn't want her to think this was just another job she had to finish. He wanted her to know she had his full attention, wanted her to come undone in his arms.

"Teresa," he mumbled, "Teresa… Stop…"

The petite brunette pulled back immediately, looking at him with fearful eyes.: "Did I… did I do something wrong?"

"Shhhh, Beautiful. I want this to be about you and no one else. Please let me do that for you."

"Okay."

Jane gave her another kiss, putting all his feelings for her into it, and hoped she would understand, before he slipped two of his long delicate fingers inside her. She wasn't as wet as he had imagined, but she would be once he was finished with her – hopefully.

He began to tease her entrance, while massaging the soft spot of her clit, never stopping kissing her the whole time. Her muscles tightened around him, as if not sure what would be coming, and suddenly he could feel she was close.

"You're so beautiful… Please, come for me."

Teresa felt her heart hammering in her chest, forcing her hands into Jane's back muscles. She felt so close… and came undone with a loud moan right into his kiss. Her whole body was shaking, while her walls clenched around Jane's fingers, which were gently teasing her inside.

"Oh God!"

He couldn't hide a grin because of her exclamation, but he didn't say anything. He could think about his ego later.

She could feel she was all wet and hot, just like he wanted her to be. Her body was still shaking when Jane pulled his fingers out and straddled her legs, pushing gently inside without a warning.

Gasping, she clenched her hands into the sheets, while he waited for her to calm down a little. "I won't hurt you, Teresa."

"I know," she breathed, looking directly into his eyes. That's when he began to move; gently, stroke for stroke, never pulling completely out of her. He started off slow, but even Patrick Jane wasn't immune to the intoxicating feeling of Teresa Lisbon around him.

She lifted her hips so he could get even deeper, started to meet him in the middle of his strokes. It was she who forced him to move faster and faster, who couldn't hide her loud moans and hisses of pleasure.

"Faster," she breathed, "Faster, please!"

Jane did as she begged, increasing the pace and pushing her over the edge with a loud scream. Teresa came so hard, he thought she'd black out, the way her body was shaking. Her walls clenched around him so tight, it didn't take more than a few last strokes to make him come undone inside her with a loud groan.

He collapsed on her chest, giving her a lazy kiss. They were both gasping for air, but not able to leave each other's embrace.

"This was… I've never… I've never had sex like this," Teresa confessed, a lump forming in her throat.

"That's because we didn't have sex, Teresa," Jane answered, pushing himself up so she was looking right into his eyes. "We made love."

A/N: awwwwwwwwwwww aren't then cute? Yes, they finally did it for real this time ;) Let's all forget about the first time :P But it was important to me to write it that way. Well, I hope you're enjoying it as much as I do! Only 3 chapters to go :)
And if you're bored, maybe you can have a look at the tag to last week's episode I'm going to upload in a little!
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