Teresa sat tucked up in a fluffy robe in Jane's room at the Blue Bird, sipping a steaming cup of coffee as she contemplated the havoc he had wreaked upon her life over the last few, well, years really, but more specifically, the last few hours. He'd turned her world upside down.

She'd been so incredibly angry with him last night, so hurt by his scheming, he was lucky she'd only thrown a drink in his face. She'd left him, face dripping, in the restaurant and stormed back to the safety of her room. Seething with quiet fury, she stripped off the dress he'd bought her and crushed it into a ball, imagining his neck in her hands as she did. He'd gone too far, manipulated her for the last time, she couldn't do it anymore. She changed her clothes and called a cab as she packed up her stuff. When he knocked on her door and tried to apologise, tongue tied and choking on words he just couldn't speak, she lashed out, did the best she could to hurt him, and sent him away. Then she did what she'd been planning to do for weeks, she ran away. Jane wasn't the only coward it seemed.

She called Marcus and accepted his proposal, for all the wrong reasons, and now there was no going back. As the taxi pulled away, she closed her eyes and fought down the rising terror that threatened to overwhelm her. She could do this, she could live without him again, she'd survived before hadn't she? She cared about Marcus; she should already be in DC starting her new life. So, things would be a little more ordinary, a little less colourful, she would be OK, and much less likely to develop an ulcer. She'd marry Marcus and forget all about Patrick Jane.

She waited quietly for her flight, desolate. He didn't chase her to the airport.

She boarded the plane and took her seat, resigned; it was really over. A sudden commotion caught her attention and she looked up to see him striding towards her. She tried to send him away again, but he ignored her, pouring out his heart, telling her the only thing she'd ever wanted to hear. It was the most romantic, and embarrassing, thing that had ever happened to her.

Distraught and elated in equal measure, she watched as security led him away, shouting that he loved her. Almost involuntarily, she stood, grabbed her bag from the overhead locker and headed down the aisle, a ripple of applause and cheers following in her wake. She had lost her mind; he had finally driven her stark raving mad, but he loved her. Her infuriating, damaged, beautiful Jane, loved her. Her heart soared with every step.

It had taken a while, and her absolute best bolshiness, to get into the detainment room, but nothing was going to stop her, she would shoot her way in if necessary. She entered the room quietly and took a seat, he turned at the sound, a quiet look of hope on his face when he saw her. Jane being Jane, he'd had to make a joke, but the smile he bestowed on her when she confessed her own feelings, warmed her to the core. He'd kissed her then, with a quiet passion that made Teresa feel as though her heart would burst with joy. They sat quietly together for a while, hands linked across the table, words unnecessary for the moment, their eyes speaking volumes.

Abbot was on his way to sort things out, so, to avoid the questions that would inevitably arise at her presence, she reluctantly headed back to the hotel without him. In the privacy of the room, she called Marcus and tearfully explained that she would be staying in Texas. It was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, and she felt drained when they finally ended the call. Exhaustion threatened so she took a shower, the water invigorating her as she washed away all the negativity of the previous day.

Her phone chirped with a message; he was on his way. She ordered tea and coffee and settled down to wait. It wasn't long before she heard his quiet knocking, taking a steadying breath, she rose and opened the door.

"Hey." She said softly to the weary and dishevelled looking Jane.

"Hi." He smiled a slow, wonderful smile, that lit up his face and bathed her in his own personal sunshine. She wondered if there would ever come a day when that smile didn't take her breath away. She stepped back to let him in, lowering her head slightly in embarrassment at her train of thought.

"Are you OK?" she asked, noticing the slight limp as he headed toward the sofa.

"I'm fine." He waved a hand at her concern.

"Do you want some tea?"

Jane dropped into the seat with a groan, laying his head back and closing his eyes. "Tea would be lovely, thank you."

She poured out a cup and set it down on the table as she took a seat next to him. He looked so tired. Reaching out with tentative fingers, she brushed the curls at his temple.

"That feels nice." Jane sighed.

"It does?" Teresa pushed her fingers through his hair again more confidently.

"Mm hmm." he murmured. "Very."

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time." She said shyly.

"Really?" he opened his eyes and tilted his head to look directly at her. She felt self-conscious as he turned those piecing blue eyes on her, looking at her as though he could read every thought in her head. She pulled her hand away, but he caught it, bringing it to his lips to kiss her palm. "Interesting." He grinned.

"Oh hush." She swatted gently at him. "Drink your tea."

Jane sat forward and reached for the cup, closing his eyes again in pleasure as he drank. "Wonderful." He drank again and placed the cup back on the table. He bowed his head with a sigh and began fiddling with his wedding ring, a frown creasing his brow. "Did you…did you speak to Pike?"

"I did." She said softly.

"I'm so sorry Teresa, I never meant…" He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands.

Teresa placed a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. "Jane, it's OK. It doesn't matter right now." He nodded his head and let out a long breath.

"Come to bed with me." He said suddenly, standing and shrugging out of his jacket, tossing it aside.

Teresa's eyebrows shot into her hairline, shocked. She opened and closed her mouth, searching for the right thing to say. "Uh?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and began taking off his shoes, he glanced up as she sputtered and stilled at the look on her face.

"Teresa," he grinned, "as much as I appreciate the compliment the expression on your face is paying my virility, we've both been awake for over 24 hours." He crawled onto the mattress and patted the space beside him, eyes already closed as he curled onto his side.

"Sleep with me Lisbon." He muttered holding out his hand.