Nine

"You need to tell them."

"No!"

Once again Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon found themselves arguing of whether or not to tell the team of her pregnancy. Teresa was sitting at her desk, hands clasped together, elbows resting on top of the desk. She didn't look happy.

Patrick leaned in closer to her, his voice dangerously low, "If you won't, I will," he watched as a flicker of emotions played across her face. He would tell them for sure; she didn't want them to find out from him.

They also might not believe him.

"I'll tell them," she paused, "Soon."

Patrick took a few steps back, "You said that last week," he took a breath, "And the week before that," she subconsciously bit her lip and nodded. No matter how much she wished he were wrong, she needed to tell them. It was only a matter of time before the team was to notice.

She was a little over thirteen weeks now…

"I'll tell them tomorrow."

He nodded at her, "All right," he put his hands in his pockets. For a brief second, she could have sworn she saw a glimmer of mischief enter his blue eyes. Of course it was mischief, what else would it be, "But you know what, I'll tell them today."

"Jane!" she immediately got up from her chair, quickly walking after his figure. He was already in the bullpen calling Van Pelt from her reports, Rigsby from his lunch…which looked strangely good, and Cho from his crossword puzzle, "Jane, No!" her voice was dangerous.

He stood front and center in the bullpen, his hands were now clasped together, a famous 100-watt smile playing across his features, "I have a little announcement to make."

"Jane!" her voice came off snappish, in an annoyed tone, everyone turned to look at her before back at Patrick, he didn't seem to notice her at this moment. He was so tuned into letting the team know what was happening to her.

"Our beloved Teresa Lisbon," she couldn't take this, she moved from where she was standing, she reached out and grabbed his arm, "Is-," she then pulled him down to her and quickly clasped her hand over his mouth, preventing him from saying anything further.

The entire team glanced at the senior agent as she held onto her consultant. She didn't know what to say or do, she knew what not to do. That was removed her hand from Patrick's mouth.

Van Pelt stood from her chair, watching her boss' nervous features play over her face, "Boss, are you all right?" Teresa nodded, hoping everyone would believe that. She was just angry. Overly angry with a certain person.

"You sure?" Rigsby was the next to ask.

She nodded again. Slowly she let go of Patrick, letting her hand fall from his mouth, he wasn't about to say anything, and he could tell by her body language that she was going to say it herself. She was nervous as hell about it.

Her hands were by her sides now, clenching into fists, then back out, she looked down then back up again, a lump now forming in the back of her throat, she opened her mouth, nothing was coming out.

But yet she still found the courage to say it.

"I'm pregnant."

Everyone was silent, watching her. Van Pelt looked down and gazed at her boss's stomach, she didn't expect this from Lisbon, as did Rigsby. Curiosity sprang into Cho's eyes before they dropped to her stomach.

"Congratulations," Cho was the only one to speak.

She felt the air vacate the room and the tension level rise. A throat cleared behind her, hesitantly, she turned around and saw Minnelli with his arms crossed over his chest. She knew she had to face it, being pregnant and working in the field wasn't allowed, much less having her job in all. She'd try her best to manage.

"Can I talk to you alone, Lisbon?" she nodded, still in shock from her recent revelation about the soon to be coming rapid change in her life.

She followed him towards his office; he held the door open for her as she slipped in. He walked over and stood behind his desk. She stood in front, hands clasped together in front of her. A sign of being nervous.

"How far along are you, Lisbon?"

"A little over thirteen weeks," her heart was beating rapidly in her chest.

Minnelli nodded before lifting his hand up and rubbing his brow, "You know you can't do field work," he pause, "You understand that, right?" she nodded

"Lisbon, I'm happy for you, I really am," his eyes searched hers, "But I'm curious with what you're going to do after the baby is born."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Try my best at handling both," she paused, "I would highly rather not do this, but I could resign to be with him while the father works."

Minnelli nodded again, "What does he do?" he cared for Lisbon, really, he wanted to make sure that she and the baby were well provided for.

She had no idea what to say at this point, "He's—," she bit her lip, thinking this over, "Consulting for a major department," Minnelli nodded, "He makes a fair amount of money, he's already financially well provided for."

"It's Jane, isn't it."

"Yes sir."

I'm sorry I have to leave it at that, I've had a lot of trouble writing this part, my daughter has also not been feeling well and I was in a recent vehicle accident. I was able to update other stories because I had already done a quick outline of what I was plotting.

Feedback is indeed very welcome =)