Here is chapter twenty-five I know the chapters have been getting short and slow, but I promise it'll get a bit more interesting soon. So please read and review, this chapter is from Lisbon's POV and as usual I own nothing.
This flight seemed so much longer, I don't know if it was because we had been up until about two am this morning and the plane left at eight. Or maybe I was dreading having to go back to work, especially after my on screen appearance last night.
Packing last night had taken forever, even though he had most of the furniture shipped a couple days earlier their seemed to be to many things to do. "Hey you haven't asked about what we bought last week." Patrick interrupted my train of thought.
"I assumed that was the ring." I turned to him.
" Even after I told you I brought it with me when I came to visit you." He frowned.
"There were a couple other things going on right then I wasn't to focused on when you got the ring." I retorted.
"Fair enough." He shrugged.
"Wait so what did you buy?" I frowned, turning to him.
"Oh nothing, you'll find out soon enough." He chuckled, turning to check on his daughter.
"No you don't do that you don't bring something up, and then tell me to forget about it." I argued.
"I didn't tell you to forget about it I just told you to wait a little bit longer." He smiled, why did he have to smile, was I every going to build up and immunity to that smile? If I'm honest I sure hoped not.
"You are a cruel and unusual man." I snapped, and he just laughed. Before we knew it the plane had landed and we were taking a cab back to my apartment or at least I thought we were. "Wait you were supposed to turn back there." I worried.
"Ignore her you're going the right way." Patrick smiled, without even looking up from the newspaper he had picked up at the airport.
"This is not the way to my apartment." I argued.
"You're right it's not." He nodded, glancing out the window and folding up the newspaper.
"Where are we going?" I frowned.
"We're here." He smiled as the cab stopped in a nice suburban neighborhood. I stared at the house in front of us, while he hopped out and hurried around to my side of the car. And next thing I knew I was being lifted out of the cab and carried through the front door of the same house I had been staring at. "I always wanted to carry my wife over the threshold of a new house."
"She's not your wife yet." Charlie reminded running in behind us.
"It would be romantic if we didn't have to go back out and get our luggage." I teased, after he set me down.
"I tried to talk Charlie in to carrying it all, but she refused." He shrugged.
"I don't blame her," I stated heading back out to the car.
"Do you like it Teresa?" Charlie asked twenty minutes later as she lead us on a tour of the house.
"I love it." I nodded, "But it's a little big isn't it?"
"I told you that you'd love it." Charlie smiled.
"I can't believe you just went out and bought a house!" I leaned into him, looking around at the furniture he had shipped earlier in the week.
"I was tempted to move your things in to, but I figured you would consider that crossing a line." He smiled, falling backward with me onto the couch that was sitting awkwardly in the hallway.
"How would you have moved my things in?" I wondered, "You were with me all week."
"I would have recruited help, I'm sure Van Pelt would have loved to help." He chuckled.
"You are a truly twisted man." I kissed him, "And my co-workers would not sneak into my house because you told them to."