Disclaimer: seriosuly, do we really have to do it? Because, Jeez, if I'd own them, we weren't discussing it, but living the wonderful world of Jisbon in the real world...Tv, I mean... anyway, since I have to do it... No, I still don't own the Mentalist.
As a knock at her door finally awakes her, Lisbon is so frustrated with herself that she snaps immediately, angrily, almost shouting, even before to see who could actually be. "What now?"
"Lisbon?"
As he calls her, she merely gives sign that she is acknowledging his presence in the room, remaining speechless, or, maybe, more simply, refusing to talk with him as she just looks at him, standing there, in the middle of her doorway, and she wonders if she could actually talk, because she knows there are tears in her eyes, and if she'll talk, her voice will be broken by said tears…
"Teresa" he tries again, and Jane is sure she is nodding as he calls her with her first name, for once; he reaches her at the back of her desk, and, kneeling, puts his forearms on her knees, looking into her eyes, taking her hands in his ones, and it's in this precise moment that she breaks, and collapses in tears like a little girl, just in front of him; she can't deny it any longer: she has really feelings for him, real feelings, and know she is sure he knows as well.
"You're back" again she feels stupid, again she feels little, but right now, in his arms, it doesn't matter. Patrick's here, Patrick's back, and it's with her.
"Oh, honey, yes, I'm back, I'm so sorry Teresa, but…- he hugs her, leaving his spot a bit, making her rest in his chest – I didn't know what to do. I wanted him, and I've never really gave a thought about the aftermath… and I didn't know if I was allowed to fell… to feel anything… so many people died because of me, why I should be happy?"
"Why should I be unhappy?" she asks him while wetting his light blue shirt with her tears.
"I didn't kill him" he suddenly says, lifting her chin with a finger, forcing Teresa to look at him in the eyes, to see that he is crying as well – I hesitated because I didn't want to see you broken because of me, and I thought… I thought we were better off this way and…God, Teresa, you're the most wonderful creature this world has ever seen, and I'm not even close to being worth you…"
"You are braking me, you're making me unhappy" she says, not looking at him in the eyes, not daring, and kissing him, really kissing him, not a peck, but a voluptuous kiss, full of passion, full of lust, of need… "You made me think I wasn't worth you, that I was a mere tool into your hands…"
"Then, I think I'll have to be unhappy making you happy, Teresa" As he kisses her again, she realizes that she hasn't been really a stupid dreamer, and that, sometimes, like her mother kept telling her, dreams really come true, because it's not about being worth someone, it's about fitting together. And she definitely fits with Patrick Jane.