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14. "Stay With Me Forever?"

"Lisbon!" Jane shouted, bolting into her office, an hour later. He knew, he needed to find her and make things right again. "Teresa? Where are you?"

"Jane, she hasn't come in today," Van Pelt said, coming into the office. "She called and said that she had some things that needed to be done before tomorrow. Do you know what that means?"

Jane didn't answer her, he barely said goodbye to the girl before dashing to the elevator as fast as feet could take him. He drove, not caring about speed limits, he needed to get to Lisbon and stop her before she did something that they'd both regret for the rest of their lives.

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"Teresa!" Jane yelled, entering his house. . . their house and throwing his keys on the hall table. "Teresa?"

"I'm in the bedroom!" She yelled back, her voice muffled.

He slowed his steps, but then bolted up the stairs, three at a time. He didn't want to waste another second. He burst into the bedroom, and found her surrounded by suitcases and boxes. Desperation filled him, he couldn't just let her go. He went over to her and pulled her up to her feet. "Teresa. . . "

"Jane, what are you doing?" Her eyes were filled with hurt, her cheeks tear-stained.

He didn't answer her, he pressed his lips to her's repeatedly, murmuring her name with adoration. He brushed his lips against her ear. "Don't go. Please don't go."

Her tears got caught in her throat. "But Jane, you said that being married to me was torture."

"I didn't mean it that way," Jane answered, earnestly. "This past year, has been the best year of my life. I love being married to you. I just said it was torture, because I didn't know if you felt the same way I felt about you."

"What?" Lisbon asked, she sounded like she was trying to remind herself how to breathe.

"Wait here," Jane said, letting her go reluctantly. "I'll be right back."

He hurried to their study, opened the safe and took out the wooden ring box. He opened it and looked at the starfish engagement ring.

"It's time," Angela's voice once again filled his head.

He nodded, took the engagement ring out, and snapped the box shut, throwing it on his desk. He hurried back to Lisbon as fast as he could. She was sitting on their bed, absent-mindedly running her fingers over the purple velvet duvet. He knelt down in front of her and took her hand. "I have a story to tell you."

"A story?" Lisbon asked, her confusion written all over her face.

He slipped the ring on her finger. "Once upon a time, there was a lonely, screwed up, desperate man. He had lost everything that was important to him; he had lost everybody that was important to him. One day, this man was so desperate. . . he tried to take his own life. It didn't work. One day though, he met a beautiful detective. And she was his wake up call. He found himself feeling things for her, he thought had completely died.

"He never would tell her though. He was too afraid that he'd lose her. And after an encounter with a certain man, his fear of losing her grew stronger. Finally, this person was caught, and our hero was ready to tell the detective how he felt about her. But it was too late. He had been cowardly, so she had moved on. . . she had found somebody new. And then, fate threw him a chance. And she was practically his. But. . . she still didn't know about how the man felt. And. . . even though this man was known to be very perceptive, he didn't know how she felt about him. I mean, it had seemed that she loved the other man. And then, he stopped caring that he was her second choice. He began to love her even more and more. And he wanted to keep her with him for the rest of his life. Lisbon. . . Teresa, that man was me. And the woman was you. Will you stay with me forever? Will you marry me again? And this time, for real?"

She looked at the ring, stunned. Her face was covered in tears, and she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Jane. . . where did you get this?"

"When we were in Hawaii, I bought it for you," Jane replied. "I was going to give it to you when I got back to the hotel, but you and Shani had run into Emmett. . . so, I didn't think it was the best time."

"Oh Jane. . . I was so blind then. . . I'm so sorry—" She stopped. "Wait, that's the day you're wedding ring went missing. Did you—"

"The night before," he answered. "I went and threw it into the ocean. . . then I asked Angela for my heart back, and I gave it to you. Except, this past year, I've realized. . . you've had my heart from the day I first met you."

She wrapped her fingers around his hand, she squeezed her eyes shut, and new tears spilled over onto her cheeks. "Once upon a time, there was a lonely, screwed up woman. She had closed herself off completely to love. And then she met an incredible man. . . he was scarred, and disappointed by life. But for the first time in her life, she knew love. She knew pure love. She allowed herself to feel things she had closed herself off to when she was twelve-years-old. When it didn't seem that he returned her feelings, she was crushed. She found the next best thing though. It turned out that, he wasn't the next best thing. The best thing, had always been there. She didn't see that right away, she was embarrassed that another relationship hadn't worked out. But luckily, he was there. . . willing to save her one more time—"

"Willing to save her for the rest of her life."

Lisbon looked back at the ring, and nodded. "I will marry you again. Jane. . . Patrick, I love you."

"I love you too," Jane said. "I love you so much."

Lisbon leaned down and kissed him in reply. It was the only thing that she could think of to do.

TBC. . .

And Now, I tell you with a bit of sadness in my heart, the next chapter I post will be my last chapter. But I have a couple of things planned, like posting my favorite stories from 2010. The ones that I didn't get to post this year, and a Christmas story. Plus, I'm working on a story where Jane and Lisbon actually meet as college students. Nothing I really want to talk about it, because I'm kind of superstitious when it comes to my writing, and I don't want to jinx it.

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