A/N: sorry I didn't update sooner, but I had some problems with internet. Because of the weather internet is very very slow sometime. But here's chapter 6, the one you are waiting for. I got only one review on chapter 5 and I know why. You didn't have any answers as the chapter was almost the same as chapter 5.

So, here you are, all the answers you want. Hope you'll like this chapter.

Chapter 6

Jane stood still on his knees before the stretcher, hands on his face and tears flowing through his trembling fingers. The memories of his last conversation with Teresa came back to him. It was her anxious voice as she explained what she had learned then the shots still ringing in his ears and finally silence.

Finally, the investigation was over. He would not have to wait too long to find out that Amy's mother was unfortunately no longer of this world and that the little girl was an orphan. Again the tears flowed down his cheeks. The pain he felt was strong as was his anger. Why had he not gone with her? Why had he stayed at the CBI when the woman he loved had needed him? He would never forgive himself if ever.

A voice interrupted his thoughts. It was the voice of his friend Mike. Jane stood up and faced him with a fake smile on his face. Mike approached him and the two men fell in each other arms.

- "I'm sorry Patrick" sniffed Mike. "I was not fast enough. I am so sorry I didn't do what you asked me."

- "Do not feel guilty Mike" Jane reassured as tears flooded his face. "You have no reason to be sorry. No one could have predicted what would happen."

- "But you asked me to watch over her and ..." Mike protested then fell silent.

The man burst into tears in the arms of his friend. Who cried even more?

Everyone around them had a sad face. The carnage that took place left them with morbid images in their minds. What could anyone say or do to console them? How could they smile again? Nothing and nobody could was the answer.

Rigsby was still arguing with the police who had first arrived on the scene. He learned that Tom Newman had shot the brunette straight in the face blowing half the head off. He tried to hide is anger but one of the officers placed his hand on his shoulder to make him understand that he too had the same reaction. They talked a little before Rigsby joined Cho near the stretcher. There was a lock of brown hair still sticking out of the cloth and a large red spot. Rigsby tried to restrain his sobs but ultimately he could not any longer. He let his tears slide down his cheeks freely.

Cho said nothing as always but you could see a single tear running down his cheek. It was a sign of sadness. Then you could see guilt in his eyes. He had let Lisbon go alone when it was his duty to go with her. Orders or not he would not have hesitated. But she did not ask and he did not volunteer.

Cho took a step toward his friend then stopped. He could not face him. There was the fear of having him rebuked that would be justified. But against all expectations, Jane took him in his arms as he had done with Mike. They all needed support and reassurance especially Jane and who better than Cho?

- "Jane I ..." Cho began feeling very uncomfortable.

- "Shhh Cho…I don't blame you" reassured the Mentalist with tears in his voice. "I know what you feel, I feel it too. We could have done nothing to prevent this tragedy."

- "I should have been with her" Cho stated.

- "Maybe you would be dead with her if you were here" Jane finished. "Now we must think about Amy's welfare."

- "You're right" Cho agreed.

The two men turned around when they heard a car coming. Grace came out quickly then opened the back door taking the little Amy from her seat. The two men saw her coming toward them with the baby in her arms. Leaving the CBI the young woman had brought the girl with her, She did not wanting to leave her alone with someone else. She had not expected to find her colleagues in such a state. She turned to see the stretcher. She saw Rigsby in tears. She had never seen him like that. At that moment, she knew without even needing words who was on that stretcher. Lisbon was dead. Tears invaded her eyes but she held them at bay as best she could. She withheld the tears for Amy's sake. Even though Amy was still a baby but she still understood some things of that Grace was certain. She didn't want Amy to share her pain.

The Agents were standing as one. Jane surprised her when he took the little girl from her arms then hugged her tight. Amy protested a bit then finally stopped fussing. She didn't really have a choice.

Grace turned to Cho for more information, to confirm or deny her suspicions and at a glance he gave her the answer not that she would have wanted it.

Jane walked with Amy in his arms away from the crime scene. He did not want her to see anything even if she was a baby. The girl was quiet in his arms. She knew that her protector was sad. Even though, she was not very old. She knew when she could cry and when she had to be wise.

The consultant found a bench and sat down placing Amy on his knees. He took a deep breath before speaking.

- "Honey," he began, "I'm sorry, I promised to bring you back your mom but I can't."

Amy looked at him being calm and silent. It was as if she understood what he was saying like a big girl. She played with his fingers as he continued to talk to her. After a few minutes, the little one began to cry. Jane tried to comfort her or to calm her as he had done the night before but it didn't work. He didn't know what to do. He was surprised to see Van Pelt taking Amy to calm her down which worked instantly.

Patrick watched them for a moment then he remembered Teresa holding the little girl in her arms, making her smile and speaking to her softly. At this simple thought, new tears came to his eyes, tears he let once again flow without restraint and without worrying about what people might say about him. He was sad. Teresa, the woman he loved more than life itself, the woman for who he wanted to give up his revenge and this woman would not be there with him. He was alone again, not that he was able to think about himself or his happiness and he lost everything again. How could he rebuild this time? How he could do it alone? No, he could not, not this time.

He finally got up then walked away a little from all the noises to find a quiet corner. And then he heard coughing. It was low but audible. A painful complaint reached his ears and he rushed to the sounds. He found himself behind the house. He thought for a moment he was dead. There in front of him was a brunette woman barely standing. Without a second thought he rushed to her then took her in his arms.

- "Oh my…This is not possible…You're ..." Patrick stuttered.

- "Patrick, you're hurting me…" growled the woman.

- "Sorry Teresa" Patrick said still wondering how is this possible.

He didn't let her go. He tenderly hugged her then kissed her on the forehead. Teresa wrapped her arms around him bringing him even closer despite the pain.

Patrick eventually backed away looking for injury or blood. He found nothing. Then he asked the question that was burning his lips since he had found her.

- "How did you escape? I heard the gunshots. I heard Mike yell out." Patrick asked.

- "I ..." Teresa said then passed out.

The wave of pain caught her by surprise. She collapsed into his arms. He had caught her before she hit the ground. He screamed for someone to help him. The EMT's responded quickly. He helped them to bring her to the ambulance where she would receive treatment.

Patrick would not let go in fear of seeing her disappear again. He held her hand and tried to make her feel him beside her.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity she opened her eyes. She tried to get up but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She saw how worried Patrick was.

- "Don't move, Teresa" Patrick said.

- "Patrick ..." she whispered.

- "Teresa…" he replied in the same way "I thought you were dead ..."

- "Me too…" she said smiling.

Patrick leaned over her then placed his lips on hers who hastened to meet him. She placed her arms around his neck. They kissed breathlessly then separated by lack of air but remained forehead against forehead.

- "What happened…?" Jane asked.

-" When the shooting began, Mike jumped on me and took a bullet," she said. "How is he?"

-" He's fine. The bullet hit him in the shoulder. It was a through and through." He said.

- "I'm glad he is a great bodyguard and friend." Teresa said.

- "Yes it's true." Patrick whispered.

- "I saw Newman flee. I followed him behind the house then we fought. I don't know what happened next, I took a hit on the head and when I opened my eyes again I heard noises. I woke up that is when I saw you." Teresa said.

Patrick was relieved she was fine. She had some bruises here and there but nothing serious. He had been afraid for her life but now they were back together. It was all that mattered to him.

But suddenly she turned towards him with questioning look.

- "Why did you thought I was dead?" She asked.

- "We ... we found a body… a brunette with no face ..." Patrick said.

- "So you naturally assumed it was me?" Teresa said with a smile glad it wasn't her.

Patrick felt guilty on assuming. The link of events seemed perfect but this time it wasn't.

-" Oh my…It was Esme…Amy's mother." she whispered.

-" What? What's going on? Are you hurt anywhere?" Patrick asked not hearing what Teresa just said.

-" No, it's ... the body…it's ... Esme ...Amy's Mother… Patrick" Teresa said this time stronger.

Again Patrick misheard her.

- "We have not found her but we thought Newman had killed her." Patrick said.

Teresa getting a bit angry then spoke loudly and clearly.

- "She is dead Newman killed her. The body that you found is her. What will happen to Amy now?"

- "I'll take her with me" Patrick replied calmly.

- "Only you ...?" Teresa teased.

Patrick correcting his mistake now said.

- "Of course not alone it's to be with you if you want." Patrick said.

It sounded like a proposal. It was an enticing one too. Teresa smiled. She was very pleased with this proposal. She threw herself on his neck and kissed him. Patrick responded by squeezing her against him. He ran his fingers through her dark hair enjoying the contact of their bodies against each other. She placed her hands on his back then pressed him closer.

They finally parted and she could see his smile. It was the smile that had made her heart beat faster since that first day.

- "I have to take that as a yes?" He inquired.

To answer, she gave him another kiss on the lips.

A throat clearing brought them out of their bubble and they faced three agents and a little girl. Teresa smiled a little when he saw Amy stretch her little arms toward her. Teresa did not hesitate to hold Amy again. She hugged the child against her heart then she felt Patrick surrounded her with his arms. They were a family.

The three officers confused but glad the victim was not their boss walked away,

- oooo -

A few hours later they were comfortably seated on the couch in her apartment. They watched a movie while talking softly as not to Wake little Amy who slept in a small bassinet at their feet. Teresa felt that Patrick had a question for her and she knew exactly what it was. She smiled until he started. It was a very short wait.

- "Teresa…I have a question for you." Patrick said.

- "What would this question be, Patrick?" She teased.

Patrick leaned over and kissed her tenderly before resuming.

- "Why did you have a baby seat with you?" he asked the wrong question.

Teresa looked confused for a moment then plunged her eyes into his. She could see the curiosity plus some fear there. She understood the curiosity but not fear. Why could he be afraid with such a question? And then the light went on in her mind.

-" Oh no, I don't have or ever had a child if that is what you think." Teresa said almost panicked.

- "That thought was crossed off my mind seeing you with Amy that first night. However it made me wonder why you'll keep one." Patrick said.

-" I have three brothers if you remember and well, they have children..." Teresa supplied.

Patrick didn't know what to say. He had not even thought of that. It was so obvious. She had nieces and nephews. It was so logical that she had a seat for those times when they came over to visit. Patrick felt rather stupid he did not figure that out.

He approached her then he placed a tender kiss on her forehead then whispered in her ear.

- "Do you want children?" Patrick asked hoping the answer was yes.

TBC ...

A/N2: So, you liked it? Hope yes. Just tell me. Next chapter as soon as I can, maybe tomorrow, maybe later. I don't know yet as I'm working 6 days a week. But tomorrow I'll ask my boss for one more day off, and if she'll say yes, I will have more time to translate.

In a few days, I'll have a new story for you,Undercover, hope you'll like it too. Maybe Friday or Saturday.