First off I would like to say I'm sorry for my brief lack of updates, everything got so hectic, now I am actually on vacation, well…about to start it.

Nine

Sophie Jane ran towards her father, he knelt down and scooped her up in his arms and twirled her around. She squealed with delight. He pushed his arms up, extending them making her go higher. Once more she let out a high-pitched squeal. Soon he felt someone else enter the room, his beautiful wife, Elizabeth.

She moved towards him, small steps, hands behind her back as she walked gracefully over to him. She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"How was work?"

He placed Sophie back down on the floor, she ran off towards the staircase, "It was good, another successful job well done," his smile beamed at her, she moved towards him and cupped his face in her hands and leaned in to press a delicate kiss on his lips.

He looked into her brown eyes for what seemed like forever, nothing would take this away.

Patrick heard a door open slightly, Elizabeth did not seem to notice, she pulled away from Patrick before moving back up towards the stairs, fingers gently tracing the wood.

"Beth?" he called after her, she did not reply. That was odd, she always said something back, "Elizabeth?" he called once more.

Before his eyes a dark shadowy figure stepped before him and moved up the stairs. Patrick moved forward and tried to grab him, he couldn't, when he touched the man his hands brushed through his shoulder leaving a cold eerie feeling rise.

Then it clicked.

"Elizabeth! Sophie!" he then heard high-pitched screaming, both from his daughter and his wife. He tried to move, his feet were stuck. He fell on his hands and knees, "Sophie, Elizabeth," it was his long living nightmare.

The scenery changed, he did not know where he was. He couldn't hear, only see. The next thing he knew, blood was everywhere and a scream erupted from behind him. Turning he saw a bloodied petite woman lying on the ground in a fetal position. She turned and looked up at Patrick for a brief second, her green eyes filled with fear and anger.

"Patrick," she paused, "What have you done?" her eyes drifted over to his hand, clutched in it was a bloody kitchen knife.

"I didn't."

"What have you done…" she was fading, getting paler as the seconds ticked by, "This is all your fault, you are him. Your obsession is turning you into him"

The knife dropped.

"Jane!" Patrick bolted up from his couch, nearly falling off as Grace's voice hit his ears for probably the umpteenth time, "God, you're so hard to wake up," he rubbed his face.

He nodded and sat up, "You must have been having some dream, huh?" he looked up at the rookie and nodded at her once more, his eyes trailed off into the distance.

Was his 'obsession' really deadly?

…

Teresa sat down on her freshly made bed and looked towards the wall. Everything seemed different now. She was currently pregnant and had a serial killer after her, in her opinion, which qualifies as different. She ran a hand through her current unruly dark brown hair and sighed. Currently she was wishing everything was the way it was.

Then the door burst open, her heart skipped a beat. A three-year-old little boy came bounding in towards her, his arms outstretched, "Aunty Tessie!" he clasped his little arms around her legs, "Mommy told me you were…were um, in here!"

Teresa smiled, "She was right buddy," she reached behind his head and ruffled his dark hair, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I had fruit loops!"

"That's great," she chuckled at her brother's son's eagerness to be around her. She motioned for him to get off her legs before she stood up, momentarily brushing her stomach, "You want to lead me to the kitchen little buddy?" she outstretched her hand, he gladly took it and led her out of her room towards the kitchen.

Ray took her down the stairs, he was sure to be very careful, using both feet to walk down the stairs, "The…the…the…it's in here!" he pointed in the kitchen's direction.

Sure enough, Mary was handing Maddie a bowl of cereal, her daughter said a quick 'thank you' before she sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy her breakfast.

"Mommy!" Ray tried to get his mother's attention, sure enough he did get it, "Aunty Tessie would like, um."

"Some breakfast?" Mary said pulling a bagel out of the pantry, "Teresa would you like it toasted?"

She smiled, "If it isn't too much trouble," Mary nodded and turned towards the toaster oven.

Teresa sat down at the table next to Maddie, who was trying to fit a large spoonful of the fruity cereal into her mouth, only to be soon admonished by her mother. Teresa chuckled slightly at how the children were, she also knew she would be doing the same thing soon, especially if it was Patrick Jane's child.

Ray sat down beside her and started rambling on about his trucks and how the went 'really really fast!' Teresa pretended to be listening, estimating when was the best time to say 'that's great!' earning large smiles from her nephew. Soon Maddie engaged into the conversation, talking about how she and Ray like to take remote controlled trucks and use them along the driveway.

"Here you go," Teresa looked up at her sister in law, who already looked drained from her morning ritual.

"Thank you," Mary smiled at her and walked back over to the kitchen sink, "Where's Matt?"

Mary looked up, "He's working on a case, thought working in the office would be better than here," she stopped talking for a split second, "These two get rowdy sometimes."

"Mommy I'm done!" Maddie sounded.

Not looking up from what she was doing, Mary knew what to say, "Then bring it here, sweetie," Teresa watched the interaction between mom and daughter, placing a hand on her stomach, she remembered Patrick telling her it would be a girl. If he was right, would the do the same things that her sister-in-law and niece did together?

"You okay, Tess?"

She snapped out of her slight trance and looked up at the woman behind the counter, "Yeah, I'm fine," she paused, "I think I'll give Patrick a quick call," she finished her bagel quickly and excused herself from the table moving up towards her room. Ray followed her briefly before being called back into the kitchen by his mother.

Once she made it into the room, she picked up her phone and hit her speed dial, quickly calling Patrick. It rang a few times before he picked up, sounding slightly worried.

"Teresa?" she hesitated when he called her by her first name.

"I'm here," she replied, placing a hand on her stomach.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Yes."

She could tell he was most likely nodding his head, grateful that she had something in her stomach, "Was it healthy?"

"Yes, Jane, it was healthier than some of the things I have eaten lately for breakfast."

He chuckled on the other line, "Good, good, how are you feeling?"

"I feel great, it's good to be home again," she looked out the window and examined the bird land in the tree, "I really missed it."

"How's the baby?"

"He's good," she smiled into the phone, knowing he would much rather call their unborn child a 'she'.

"I'm telling you, it's a girl."

"Do you have any proof?"

"I am very good at guessing what's well hidden," she could tell that he was indeed smirking; it would be so unlike him to not smirk as he was saying such a thing, "But if you want to call her a boy, that's fine with me."

"That's fine, listen, I need to go, I promised Mary last night that I would take the kids out today."

"Have fun, be safe."

He hung up after that. She pulled the phone away from her ear and smiled. He didn't want to admit it, but he surely did miss her around the CBI building on a daily basis. To him a lot of their little arguments are what he found enjoyable about his job; it made her happier and more enjoyable as well.

Now, to get ready…

I hope everyone liked this chapter; there might again be a little break between my writing. I just got into my hotel and pulled out my computer to post this before I went to bed.

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