A/N Well I've done chapter 5 a lot quicker than I thought I would!
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Well I hope you like this, it's a little less sad than the last one!
Chapter 5
Patrick woke up the next morning to the sound of the waves crashing over the beach that was next to the house. He lay there for a minute as he slowly came to, he loved the sound of the waves they seemed to relax him, he also loved the weather here, he thought the place as a whole was beautiful.
As he gradually woke up properly, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he thought about the night before. How John spoke about Teresa and how when he went to bed he heard the moans of what sounded like pleasure from there room. John finally had his way with her then he thought sadly, it made him feel sick. He didn't deserve her.
Still dressed in only his dark grey pyjama bottoms due to the heat during the night, he slowly made his way down stairs, from the lack of noise either everyone was up and out, or everyone was still in bed. Making his way into the kitchen he picked up the kettle to fill it up, looking out the window he saw Teresa sat on her own on the bench at the end of the garden just before the beach. Putting the kettle down flicking it on, he made his way outside.
He stood next to Teresa, looking down at her. She had a mug in her hand, only wearing a long, baggy brown knitted jumper, her knees were pulled up to her chest. She looked pale, with sadness shading her features as she stared off into the distance. He frowned at the thought, what had her looking so sad?
"Hey" He started. Only just noticing he was there, she turned to look up at him a warm smile spread across her face for a split second before it was gone.
"Hey" Her voice came out a little croaky.
"Where's John?" He saw her visibly flinch at the mention of his name, this pricked his curiosity.
"Eh he said him and Dylan had something to do." Her reply came short and to the point, she wasn't looking at him as she spoke like her mind was elsewhere.
"You okay?"
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Thought you be in a wonderful mood after last night" His voice held a little bitterness to it as he finished what he was saying.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked frowning up at him, looking a little worried he thought. He just raised his eye brows in response. She immediately understood that that meant he knew. She felt embarrassed; she didn't want him to know that. She feels bad enough without him knowing.
Once John had 'finished' last night she couldn't get to sleep, she kept thinking over what he'd done and what she didn't prevent. She wasn't lying there long after, when she decided to go downstairs, she needed some space. Sitting in the living room she found herself biting back the tears that threatened to spill over, she was partly angry at herself for not fighting the situation, and partly betrayed by John; if he cared about her, he wouldn't have pushed her.
She dropped her head looking into her mug before she took a sip. Patrick shuffled round and took a seat next to her, she was facing out toward the sea, and he sat facing toward the house. He put a finger under her chin turning her face to look at him. Her usual glittering, mesmerizing eyes looked lifeless, sad and exhausted, and he wanted to know why. He had a little idea to her previous response, and he was hoping his hunch wasn't right.
"Did you want to… you know?" He asked a little awkwardly, with a little anger that was masked by the care and sympathy displayed in his eyes, his idea of what it could be made him get straight to the point, wanting his answer sooner rather than later.
"I don't know how this is any of your business" She pulled her head out of his grasp; she hated the look he had in his eyes. She didn't want his sympathy; she was strong enough to look after herself. Even if she did confide in him, what would he think of her then? He was the one person right now that liked her for being her, and she didn't want that to change.
Jane looked at her for a second, it was quite clear to him she didn't ask for it, she was just too embarrassed to admit it to him.
"Look Reese, you can talk to me, I don't wanna see you get hurt" He said sincerely. She turned to look him in the eye, it took everything for her to not just tell him, spill everything to him. But she couldn't, he was John's friend, he didn't care about her.
"Why not? You don't care." This seemed to anger Jane a lot more; he breathed a heavy sigh as he tried to calm himself.
"I don't care? I might have only known you a couple of days, but for some reason I have this urge to care about you. I won't sit back and let him do this to you!" He told her honestly, becoming a little frustrated with her persistence in shutting him out, using the use of her nickname he knew she loved, the warm slight smile that graced her lips when he called her it gave her away.
"Look, don't tell me if you don't want to, I just need you to know I'm here for you okay?" Looking intently into her eyes, Teresa turned back to him. Why should she trust him? She thought. Everyone she trusts seems to throw it in her face, she's better off on her own she decided.
"You might think you care Patrick, but you don't I-"
"I don't? If I don't care then why have I got this anger building up inside because of what he's done to you?" He looked into her eyes, intensity burned there that frightened her a little, as it screamed to her he was telling the truth. That he did indeed care about her. She bit the inside of her mouth trying to keep her emotions at bay.
"It's not like I tried to stop him" Shaking her head, her response came out as more of a weak whisper. She was more thinking out loud than actually telling him. Edging closer to her Patrick drew her into his arms, into a warm hug that seemed to give her security. She slowly relaxed into his hold resting her head on his chest, his fresh, masculine scent enveloped her and she sighed melting into his warmth.
"It's okay" He whispered into her hair. After a minute she slowly and reluctantly backed away, but he didn't release her completely. They sat there for a second looking into each other's eyes; a sense of de ja vu came over them.
"I should uh, go for a shower" She said nodding toward the house; she didn't want to get into the same situation they were in in his house, she was frightened of the repercussions more than anything. Smiling down at her, Patrick let go, sensing her discomfort.
"Thank you" She said simply as she got up from the bench, giving him a warm appreciative - still a little shy - smile. Patrick sat and watched as she made her way in doors. Sighing he ran his hand through his hair, he needed to gain he trust, he thought. He found it ironic really; she seemed to trust John who didn't care at all, but couldn't trust him, who cared about her so much. It would take time, but she would see he was there for her and he did care.
Was it wrong that he was willing to do almost whatever it took to win her from John? To hopefully take her away from the miserable life that John seemed to thrust upon her. He would do whatever it took he decided and hopefully he would win her over.
After her shower Teresa had fallen asleep in her bed after having got dressed. She glanced toward the clock that sat beside the bed, it told her that it was 5PM; she'd been asleep most of the day. She slowly made her way down the stairs hearing cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen as John seemed to be putting things away. John and Dylan must be back then; she thought to herself, John hadn't told her how long they'd be when they'd left earlier in the day.
She walked to the door of the kitchen and lent on the frame with her arms crossed, as she watched him, a little hesitant to speak not knowing exactly what to say; she always felt like she was walking on egg shells around him.
"Hey" She started, putting a forced smile in place as he looked up to her.
"Hey babe, grabbed some food while I was out" He stated turning around continuing to put different foods into different places.
"Mmhm" She couldn't help but feel a little awkward at their situation. He carried on like everything was okay and she just felt well… like he now owned her or something, like she couldn't decide what she wanted to do without his say so.
"Something you wanted..?" He asked turning from his activities, clearly not wanting to talk to her right now.
"Uh no, no, where's Patrick. .And Dylan?" She asked him almost forgetting about Dylan. She hadn't stopped thinking about Jane since earlier, he was caring and thoughtful, that's what she thought John was, and clearly she was wrong.
"They're on the beach." He replied with his back turned to her, he obviously had more amusing things to think of right now. She shook her head as she headed outside towards the beach where Patrick was.
As she placed her feet onto the sand of the beach, she marvelled in the feeling of it beneath them. She loved the feeling of the warm sand between her toes, the cool wind blowing through her and the sea looked extremely inviting. The sun was beginning to set though and she doubted it was to warm in there at the moment.
Turning toward the two men she was heading towards she smiled at the sight of them throwing Frisbee to each other.
"Reese" Patrick greeted her with a smile as she came over.
"Hey Teresa!" Dylan waved a little further away.
"Hey guys, having fun?" She smiled up at Patrick. The life seemed to be back in her eyes and he enjoyed the sight of her looking a lot more carefree.
"Indeed we are. I'd say you could join us…but we're pretty good" He grinned down at her, he wasn't that good but he knew that the suggestion would make her want to join in, to prove she's just as good.
"Oh so you can throw and catch a Frisbee so now you're a pro?" She asked sarcastically, her heart fluttering at the sight of Patrick's beautiful smile, he was becoming more and more attractive the more she got to know him.
"Well I mean you're more than welcome to join us, if you wanna put yourself through it" Snatching the Frisbee from his hands she ran back a little giving them some space.
"Bring it on Jane" She replied cheekily, using his 'feminine' surname in successfully gaining his full attention. His smile broadened making her sigh contently.
Throwing the Frisbee to Patrick, who then threw it to Dylan, who then threw it back to her, where she successfully caught it – mentally giving herself a high five!- . This was unexpected apparently as Patrick clapped his hands enthusiastically.
"Wow, well done Reese amazing!" He shouted a little sarcastically, causing her to grin as a sudden thought came to her.
"Thanks Patrick" She smiled at him as she threw the Frisbee harder than she needed to toward Patrick. The Frisbee went flying over his head and landed a little way into the sea. Patrick turned to her looking at her incredulously.
"Oh I'm sorry, you gonna have to go in there and get that?" She asked unintentionally giggling at the face he shot at her whilst shaking his head.
"No problem. A little water never hurt!" Turning he ran into the water immediately becoming soaked. He laughed to himself at Teresa's little personal joke to get him back. Having retrieved the Frisbee, he walked out of the sea, his drenched clothes dragging him down a little. Teresa came walking towards him.
"Took your time in there, foods ready" She nodded towards the house where Dylan was strolling off to, apparently bored of their antics. Shaking his head at her still grinning to himself, he walked toward her. She wasn't getting away with her previous joke.
"What're you doing?" She asked curiously as she slowly back away from his proceeding form.
"Oh nothing…" She turned to run when he grabbed her hand stopping her and picked her up around the waist. He turned walking toward the sea.
"Wait… Patrick stop, stop!" She was trying to wriggle out of his hold as she giggled failing miserably as they got closer and closer until he threw her into the sea.
"Oh dear! You're all wet!" He began laughing at her as she flopped into the water. She came up hair soaked along with the rest of her; he couldn't help but think she still looked beautiful.
"You are gonna pay!" She said splashing water over him. He came forward grabbing her arms to stop her, pulling them down in to the water.
"Oh really?" His voice came a little husky, looking down at her his grin began to fade as he looked into her beautifully green eyes. She smiled up at him mischievously.
"Mmhm" Biting her lip she looked up at him.
"Guys, foods ready, you want some or not!" Dylan shouted from the patio of the beach house before he went back in, not really bothering about waiting for an answer.
Patrick let go of her hand as they turned heading toward the beach house. Just reaching the beach Teresa splashed water into his face making him blink a little, as she ran off toward the house laughing to herself. Once his vision cleared again Patrick chased after her, closely behind.
Giggling to herself Teresa couldn't think of the last time she'd laughed so much, the last time she'd felt so relaxed or the last time she'd wanted to be with someone so much. She couldn't help admit to herself that Patrick Jane was the cause of all this and the time she spent with him, she never wanted to end. She was screwed.
A/N: Sooo the Lisbon/Jane interaction is increasing, hope you like.
Originally I was going to set a lot of the story at the beach house but I've decided I'm not going to now, so only maybe 1 or 2 more chapters left there and then exciting times back in Sacramento!
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