Teresa sat on her comfy tan couch, her feet curled up underneath her as she watched an old movie flash across the screen of the TV. Patrick had gone home only an hour or so ago, and already her house felt empty. She didn't want to admit it, but the absence of Jane and his mother was definitely noticeable. Jane being gone was the most noticeable, and she wouldn't say it, but she actually missed having him around, helping her cook and just having someone to sit and talk too.

She remembered watching those cheesy romance movies where the chick would say that the guy she ended up loving 'grew on her' that's how Teresa felt, even if she tried not to show it.

"Screw this" Teresa grumbled, turning off the TV with the remote, the remote that she had thought to be eternally lost until Patrick had found it. She told herself she was just feeling this way because she was so tired. She decided that if she still felt the same way tomorrow morning, then maybe she'd consider the fact that they are genuine, but as it was, she didn't want to make that choice.

With a weary sigh Teresa got up from the couch and walked around it to her bedroom. She changed into a nightgown and crawled under the soft covers in her bed, she couldn't help but miss the presence of a certain blond haired consultant beside her.

"Damn him" Teresa muttered, hating that she felt like something was missing, she didn't like feeling like she had to depend on something to make her happy. In her case it was someone, someone named Patrick Jane.

Patrick sat in his car outside of his house. From the outside it seemed like a very nice house, it was in one of the best neighbourhoods, well it had been until a murder had been committed. The value had sort of gone down after that.

He sat their, feeling lonely, which he had to admit he wasn't used to. He hadn't wanted to be around someone since his wife had died. That didn't mean he hated being around people, it was just he hadn't wanted to be in the certain company of someone. He knew it was probably not the best feeling, but he realized that it meant that he was now able to move on, which he desperately needed to do.

Nobody had been able to make their way into his heart like this since the death of his wife, he had made friends, and the CBI team almost felt like a family to him now, but he felt something more now.

"Congratulations Teresa" He murmured to himself with a smile, tomorrow he would have to do something about this new found revelation, something he knew was easier said than done.

Teresa sat in her office, none of her work was done and she was noticeably behind, yet right now she didn't care. The whole day she had been distracted, she hadn't slept a minute the night before, spending the whole night tossing and turning. She had come to the decision that she had to seriously deal with her feelings for a certain blond haired pain in the ass.

"Lisbon?" a voice called through the door to her office, she immediately recognized it at Patrick's. she glanced up and seen he looked as tired as she felt, his hair was a mess and the bag's under his eye's were quite noticeable. She wondered if it was her absence that had made him stay awake all night, but quickly banished the thought.

"Lisbon?" Patrick repeated, his voice edged with concern, Teresa shook her head slightly, ignoring her embarrassment she asked what he wanted.

"To talk" he said with an un-easy grin, as he shut the door behind him and walked into her office.

"About?" she asked, dragging out the words, Patrick's smile changed from un-easy to light as he studied her.

"Couldn't sleep without me eh?" he joked, Teresa rolled her eye's but didn't reply, knowing he would catch her lying if she said 'no'.

"Spit it out" she told him, leaning back in her chair and sighing. Patrick studied her for a minute before grabbing a chair and sitting across from her. Teresa watched him with curiosity, wondering what the hell he could be doing.

"The past few days have been really fun" he started, Teresa looked at him questioningly, but nodded for him to continue.

"But it was all a game" he said, Teresa frowned, the first buds of anger and hurt building in her. She told herself she should have expected for him to have only been acting, that she never should have let him even come near her and make her feel like she needed him, maybe even loved him.

"Well, the games over now, so you can get" she snapped at him, she could feel herself blush with anger and ignored it. She just wanted him out so that he didn't see how upset she really was.

"Teresa" Patrick said softly, his smile faltering, he reached out and grabbed her trembling hand "I only said it was a game so that we both knew it. You didn't let me finish"

"What's their to finish?" she asked angrily, trying to pull her hand back, but Patrick held onto it tightly, not letting her go.

"I don't want it to only be a game" he told her, his smile returning "I want us to have something real"

Teresa looked at him dumbfounded before looking back down at her desk. She really had no idea wha to say, she hadn't been expecting it. She might have fantasized about it, but even in her fantasies she would tell herself to stop being dense, because Patrick would never actually do anything.

"So, I want to officially ask you on a date with me" he said, placing his other hand over her hand, which he was still holding.

"It's against the rules" Teresa told him, somehow Patrick seemed to have expected that answer because he only grinned.

"It'll be our dirty little secret" he whispered, winking at her playfully. Teresa rolled her eye's but couldn't help but smile at him.

"Fine" she said, trying but failing to hide her growing smile. Patrick nodded and leant forward and kissed her on the corner of the mouth, causing her to blush profoundly.

"I'll stop by tonight and pick you up" he told her, she nodded still not trusting herself to say anything, she wasn't really good in these kind of situations. Patrick just grinned before standing back up, he suddenly stopped and looked at her.

"I'm glad my mom came to visit" he told her, Teresa shrugged.

"As long as she never comes back" she said darkly, Patrick nodded his agreement, just then he realized why his mother had been acting so nice. He was surprised he hadn't recognized it before, but it was just like his mother. Like he had already known, half the time she was a conniving be-otch, the other half she was a sweet old lady…well maybe not that sweet.

A/N - Done!! Well Tell me what you think!