Once again, I'm having personal problems that have recently caused me to leave the country I live in.

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Nine

"What did you just say?" Teresa couldn't believe it. Red John wanted her? Was it because she was the closest one to Jane…not to mention the one pregnant with his child?

Patrick took a step closer to her, "Lisbon, Red John wants you," he moved closer to her once more, taking her hands in his, she then felt his fingers press in her wrists, taking her heart rate knowing immediately that her heart was pounding in her chest, "I can't let him near you," she saw tears prick into his eyes and understood. He didn't want that monster to take away everything once more. Patrick loved this child more than anything at the moment and would go hell and back for it. He would not let Red John take it away from him once more.

Teresa bit her lip and looked at his blue gaze that glittered through the diamond-like tear drops that floated down his cheeks, "What are we going to do?" she honestly didn't know. Red John would find her anywhere she would go, he was good at that. Once he had a goal, there was no turning back, not with him.

But they had to try.

"I want you to go to your brother's," he stated calmly, eyes once more searching hers, "You'll be safer at Matthew's," he stopped momentarily, "I already called him, he knows everything."

Patrick let go of her hands quickly and turned around the room. He quickly hurried over towards a nearby closet, pulling it open and pulling out a medium sized suitcase before dragging it towards the bedroom, "Jane!" she found herself calling after him. He was going into a slight panic mode.

Not like the Jane she knew.

"Jane!" she placed a hand on her abdomen for a quick second before following him into the room, "What are you doing?" she found him going through her closet, pulling out random articles of clothing and throwing them towards the open suitcase that lay on the bed.

He stopped for a brief second and looked up at her, "I'm getting you out of here," he then continued to do what he was doing. His hands started shaking as he moved through the hangers in the closet. Soon a bunch of the articles found themselves on the floor, this upset Patrick.

Silently she moved towards him, gently kneeling down beside him, she took his hands in hers. He wouldn't look at her, he was too afraid of what she might see in his eyes besides the murderous determination to get rid of Red John. She placed her hand on his cheek and moved his head so she could see him more clearly, "Jane," he didn't want to look at her. He just couldn't.

"Jane, look at me," her tone was firmer.

He still wouldn't, "Please Patrick," her voice was much lower, this caused him to turn and look at her. Her eyes were pleading with him, silently asking him to stop, to think, "I'll go see Matt and stay with him for a while," she didn't want to leave Sacramento. Anyone would suggest she'd be better off staying in Sacramento that going back home to Chicago.

He nodded and moved his eyes down at her belly. He couldn't help but smile and at the same time feel dread for the new life that was to be born in just a matter of months. Patrick moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him.

"Relax," he whispered into her ear.

She was stiff, she hadn't expected him to pull her in close like that, "You have a headache," he continued. He was also, very much right about that.

She sniffled slightly and groaned, she felt congested; she had been for the past couple of days. She had asked Dr. Denny about it, it was normal.

Teresa felt Patrick laugh slightly, he was remembering his wife when she was pregnant, how she was congested for quite some time and always complaining about it. Teresa didn't complain as much, she was also tougher physically than his wife was when it came to pain or discomfort.

"I'm really sore," he understood, once again, his wife felt the same way.

"You leave tomorrow morning, I can't risk you being close to Red John," he paused, "I refuse to let him near you."

He was afraid that was what fueled Red John's motives. He knew Patrick would do anything to protect Teresa and their unborn child. He would not fail his family again. Not again not ever.

If that monster were to come near her and if he were to get his hands on him, he did not know what he would do. He knew nothing would keep him from killing that man.

He pulled her closer to him once again, wrapping his arms protectively around her and resting one hand on her belly. Her head was underneath his chin; she sniffled once more instantly once more missing the days when she wasn't like this. Patrick smiled, sending a prayer for his child and Teresa. He wasn't religious; he did not see how that was possible, but he had to try everything to protect his family.

"Ow," he heard Teresa mutter softly, she had not wanted him to hear it, but he did.

"What?"

"It's nothing," he knew by the sound of her voice that she was indeed blushing.

He paused thinking, and then he realized what it was. A small smile formed across his face, "Sore?" she looked up at him seeing his cheeky grin for the first time that day. Then she hit him.

"Ow."

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