It's Thanksgiving and I'm driving to Malibu. It's Thanksgiving and I'm driving to Malibu with Van Pelt, Cho, and Rigsby. Why am I doing this? Oh yeah, I know why, it all began about four months ago...

Flashback

Teresa Lisbon was just about ready to leave her job for the day. She thought after Red John had been captured things would settle down and her job would get easier. That was very far from the truth though, because when Red John had finally called it quits, all of the other truly sinister folks decided it was best if they tried to prove they too were worthy of being tracked by the CBI.

Then there was Jane. He had been extra quiet today. Yeah, he did his thing of "torturing" the suspect and getting him to break in the interrogation room, but besides that he was quiet. He excused himself to his couch, but he wasn't actually taking a nap on it, he was just sitting there stiff and deep in thought. She didn't like that.

"Jane, is everything alright?" she asked as she approached him.

He looked up and gave her one of those megawatt Jane smiles that she was sure by now he knew made her heart skip a beat.

"Teresa, I'm flattered that you care." He smiled back at her.

"Of course I care, we're friends. So, are you okay?"

"I'm quite well actually; I've just been pondering something all day. Something I need to do."

They all had been waiting on this time. For him to decide that he needed to get away as sort of a detox after Red John. She could admit while she was alone that she didn't want to have to say goodbye to him, but she understood if that was something that had to happen.

"What is it?" she asked.

"This."

She was more than surprised when he rose from his couch and kissed her. At first it was weird and she didn't know what to do with her tongue she was so caught off guard, but then when she just surrendered to it, she never wanted it to end. It was nice, his tongue was soft, and she felt tingly all over. It was so nice and then it was over, and she was standing there still lost in the moment.

When she opened her eyes and let that sink in, he was just standing there smiling.

"Ah." Was all she could muster as a reply.

"Goodnight boss." He smirked at her as he left the CBI whistling the whole time.

Present Day

That's why she was heading to Malibu and that house. She was heading to that house, his house because she and Patrick Jane had sort of been having a fling for the past couple of months and instead of inviting him to her house for Thanksgiving like a good little girlfriend she was hiding away. Now all of her business was going to be over the CBI because her sort of, kind of, boyfriend decided to have some kind of psychotic break. "Happy Fucking Thanksgiving to me!" she said under her breath.

"Are we there yet?" Rigsby said from the back causing both Van Pelt and Cho to giggle.

Once he noticed the death glare from his boss he wished he could recant it.

Patrick Jane officially hated Thanksgiving. This Thanksgiving was supposed to be different. He knew that Anne and Tommy wouldn't make it. He had been keeping track of Teresa's little brother's career and he was doing pretty good as a bounty hunter. He had been watching some of the big cases that would bring in respectable amounts of money for her brother and Jane knew, if it came down to dinner with his big sister or some easy cash for him and Annabeth that Tommy would jump on the job definitely. Jane also had managed to send some business his way but no one had to know about that part.

His guests had arrived and she was going to have a family Thanksgiving, with well the people that she hoped would be her family. One little mishap and he'd have one pissed off, one cut up, and one who wasn't speaking to him. He just needed a nap. He turned to the couch that sat in his living room and couldn't help the smirk that played across his face.

Flashback

The kissing was getting intense. It was the night of what had to be their fourth date. He had done all the best boyfriend things, he had picked her up early that morning and then they had done everything that she wanted to do. She had even worn a dress! In it He thought she was even more beautiful than usual, it was just the perfect green to bring out the flecks in her eyes. When she told him she had worn it to match the green in his eyes, he knew he must've started blushing, because she told him his ears were red. No one ever noticed that his eyes were green, mostly people thought they were blue. He knew, only one other person ever really noticed that. But this was not the time to think about that other woman, that other time.

They were back at his house making out like teenagers and he hadn't felt more alive in his life. Then she suddenly stopped.

"What?" he asked confused.

"It's just that, I mean we're here in your house." She emphasized with her hands.

He knew what she was getting at. How could he explain this to her.

"I tried to sell this place. After Red John was finally gone, I tried to sell this place. I just couldn't. The only real buyers wanted it because this was where they were murdered. I couldn't let a sicko buy it for that reason. I mean this is where they died, but this is where we lived. Charlotte lost her first tooth over there and I taught her how to ride a bike out back. I need to be here, I need to remember them, and make new memories. I need to teach another little someone to ride a bike out there, and run down that beach." He smiled telling her this.

"I know, but I mean the bedroom." She questioned.

"It's now my study, no one else will ever sleep there again." He explained.

She took in everything that he was saying and well she couldn't help how it made her feel. She was no fool; she knew what he meant when he said make new memories. She leaned in closer and kissed him passionately.

"Hey, why don't you and I break in this couch, and then you can show me your new bedroom." She smiled forcing back against the cushions.

Present Day

Jane couldn't keep the smug look from his face as he thought about how they broke in the couch and then went up to his bedroom. He was broken from his thoughts by someone pulling on his pants leg.

"What is it sweetheart?" he asked the chubby faced little angel in front of him.

"I got it wet." She beamed holding up the bandage that was currently surrounding her arm.

"Come on, I think we can fix that before your mom wakes up."

He was just about to change her bandage but the doorbell rang, he would have to get that first.

*TM*

Teresa was on edge. She didn't know what to expect when she rang that doorbell. Would he be coherent, would he be a ragged mess and most of all would he let her help him? Let's just say she was not expecting Jane to come to the door holding a little girl who seemed to have his same green eyes.

"Lisbon, what a surprise." He smiled at her.