Chapter 6: Thanksgiving Day

Stunned was the only word that could describe the faces in front of him. Cho, who had once seen a man on fire - without flinching - right in front of him... Jane couldn't believe how stunned the always stoic Cho looked right now. They were all completely, totally stunned. All four of them were there, which had been The Plan, to get them all worried about him, so they would come to his home and then they'd all have Thanksgiving Dinner. Had he gone a little too far? They were his family, after Charlotte, and this year he wanted them to get to know everything about him. He meant everything.

"What are you guys doing here? Teresa, shouldn't you be with your family?"

She knew this called for an answer on her part or at the very least she should be badgering him about calling her Teresa in front of her colleagues. Maybe a punch on his arm but something told her to hold back for a moment, maybe he had planned all of this. And, then there was the baby! She was a beautiful little child and Teresa wanted answers.

"What's your name sweetheart?" she asked gently, slowly approaching the little girl.

"I'm Morgan Jane, and you're the lady from the picture." She blushed putting her head on Jane's shoulder.

"Well to be honest, I had planned for all of you to turn up here, but yesterday this one fell and cut herself so dinner is a little behind now. But you're all here now so Happy Thanksgiving and everyone come on in."

Cho was glad when Jane finally decided to let them in. He knew this for what it was, Jane and one of his schemes to get Teresa to tell the world they were together. So now he was going to have to sit through the big reveal that, in his mind really wasn't worth revealing, after all, didn't they all know by now.

*TM*

"Lisbon, this is Morgan my niece. She was going to be a part of the surprise but she took a tumble yesterday and well Thanksgiving was put on hold for awhile when we visited the Emergency Room." He explained as he placed the young, very pretty child down on the floor.

"That's where I saw you and that's why I called Lisbon. You were freaked, and then you said Charlotte." Van Pelt related.

"Yes, Morgan was helping me in the kitchen but she fell and a knife cut her. You know I'm not very good when it comes to blood and such. I even had to turn away while they were stitching her. I mean, I still hadn't called Charlotte when I saw you. Then, I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to call her, and it was only after I left did I realize you might have thought I was losing it."

"That explains the pumpkin patch!" Rigsby exclaimed. "You were with her, I saw her in the patch. She was playing with another little boy and you were laughing at them. I thought that you were losing your mind. You could have told me man."

"Well back then I was hoping you'd tell Lisbon and that would bring her here, but we're a little behind the time line." He reminded them again.

"That still doesn't explain why you said Charlotte." Van Pelt reminded him.

*TM*

Charlotte Jane stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was tired and looked it, there were dark circles under her very pretty sea green eyes. She hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night specifically because of her brother! But she knew she was the one who owed him an apology. She had said a lot of things that she shouldn't have, but sometimes he could be so careless when it came to kids. He was responsible for Morgan's first stitches, and at that thought tears started forming again! He really shouldn't be that way considering he had been a dad. He was a very good dad - how do you forget how to be a dad.

Times like this she really didn't know why she was here in the first place. She knew he wanted to open up the walls of communication between them, and that would be a good thing, a very good thing. When Angela died, he had shut out everyone. Without question, she was the one he blocked the most completely out of his life, because of what she had done. I did what was best, Charlotte Jane thought. They had been so close when they were younger, that's why his daughter had been named after her. But, when Patty needed to be put away so he couldn't hurt himself anymore, she did what her mother couldn't do and what her father wouldn't do.

She had stared at herself long enough now - it was time to wipe her eyes and tell him she was sorry for the hurt she had caused him. It was time for the family to mend and besides that, she thought smiling in a way that lit up her whole face. Morgan already adored him, just as much as she had when she was younger.

*TM*

"Patrick, I really wanted to... " she stopped midstep when she saw he wasn't alone.

"I didn't know we had company, Patty." She stated as she continued down the stairs.

"Lisbon this is my sister, Charlotte, and somewhere around here is my mother. I know that you wanted to spend the holiday with your family, but since you can't maybe you could spend it with mine."

Lisbon didn't know what to think of all this. He wasn't going crazy which was a good thing, but was she ready for this. Was she ready for a sister she never knew that he had and a mother! Had they really reached the mother stage yet?

When she looked into his eyes though, she knew, she knew was ready. Teresa Lisbon was ready for wherever the journey led her with Patrick Jane.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" she told him leaning in for a kiss

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"Happy Thanksgiving." He told her kissing her right back.

A/N: I need to apologize for this story in the end it didn't go as I planned and I think it rather sucks. I would like to thank Martha McGregor though, she's my beta and at least she made it perfect for you to be able to read. Thanks to all the reviews.