I have to say, I loved writing this story. I think it has filled in some things I would've loved to see in the show. I'm sure we all have things wish we could've and would've seen! Hope you enjoy as much as I have.
Chapter 1
Teresa noticed Jane had walked away from everyone at the end of Vega's funeral. She finds him crouched down beside a tree in the cemetery, away from all the mourners. She's concerned about how he's doing mentally. She walks up and stands across from him.
"How ya doing?" Teresa asks, and Jane gives her a small, sad smile. "Places like this must be hard for you. Anyway, I don't feel like going this weekend. It just doesn't seem right. Is that okay?
"Yeah." Jane answers softly, pausing with tears in his eyes. "I can't do this anymore."
"What do you mean?" Teresa asks, worried about what he means.
"I can't watch you do this work; I mean…it…it…it could have been you in that coffin. And I don't…I can't go through that again." Jane explains on the verge of crying.
"Jane? You're that one that walked in that house."
"Yes, so that you wouldn't." Jane said, taking a deep breath.
"You could've died. How is that different?" Teresa asks.
"Me dying, its…its…it doesn't hurt me.
"You can't keep pulling me from the path of oncoming trains." Teresa tried to explain.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Because there's always new trains coming every day."
Jane tries hard to keep his emotions under control as he stands up and turns to face Teresa. "I'm leaving. You could come with me or you could stay here, but…I have to go."
"Where you going?" Teresa says, trying hard to call his bluff, but failing as tears form in her eyes.
"Some place nice." Jane answers as he leans forward, kisses Teresa on the cheek, and turns to walk away.
Teresa watched, more and more tears rolling down her cheeks, as he continued to move further and further away from her. She realized she was holding her breath, hoping he would turn around and come back. She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd expected him to have some issues today, but nothing she could've imagined that would lead to him to walk away from her. Leave her, again! She couldn't know if he's ever coming back.
When she finally lost sight of Jane, her sorrow turned to anger. "How could he do this to me again? Everything has been going so good." she thought. They had been talking about everything. Jane's feelings about her job and his fear of losing her. She really thought they had moved past all of that, but apparently she was wrong.
"How could I have been so stupid?" she thought to herself. "How could I think that once he told he loved me, that he would change completely and never leave me again? How long am I going to put up with his crap?"
Teresa continued to stand there, staring at the spot where Jane had faded away. "Fine, you jackass! Walk away, run away, again and again. I'm done! I should've never gotten off that plane. I should've just moved to DC and married Marcus." she wanted to scream, out loud. However, as the last words left her mouth, as angry as she was, she knew she was kidding herself. She knew, without a doubt, she never would've been happy in DC or with Marcus. She loved Jane, loved him so much right this minute, it physically hurt.
Teresa turned and walked to her car as tears started falling again. She wasn't sure they'd ever stop.
It had been a week since Jane walked away from her. When he had run off before, his six months in Las Vegas, the two years in South America, and days here and there, she had missed him terribly, but this was different. Although she realized recently that she had loved him all those times, they had now been a couple for over six months. His absence this time was so much harder. She missed waking up next to him in the morning, she missed going to sleep next to him every night, she missed their physical relationship, she missed…she missed him.
She'd picked up the phone to call him numerous times in the last week, but never completed the call. She'd decided she was going to wait for him to make the first move, either come back or call her. However, as the week wore on, she wasn't sleeping, she wasn't eating, she had dark circles under her eyes and she knew Cho and Abbott were worried about her.
The team caught a double homicide case early Tuesday morning and she drove to the scene. A couple had been killed and their car plunged down a ravine. She'd been the first agent on the scene. When Cho arrived, he walked around the area to get a feel for what they were looking at. After talking with Park Ranger Ayres, Cho walked over to Teresa.
"We could use Jane's read on this. It's been a week; you haven't heard from him?" Cho asked.
"No, no not since the funeral." Teresa answered.
"Well Abbott's starting his prep to move to DC. We're shorthanded. We need to close this before it gets out of hand. Now's not the time for one of his disappearing acts." Cho said. He noticed Teresa wasn't looking at him. He leaned down to look her in the eyes, "You want me to call him?"
"No, no I'll call him." she said with a fake smile, trying to appear okay with making that call.
She turned to walk away from Cho, pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial for the top number on her phone, Jane. It rang several times but he didn't pick up. "Ass!" she said as she shook her head and made her way back up to her vehicle.
Teresa, Cho and Abbott stood in the conference room going over the details of the case. When they finished going over the information they had, Cho left. Abbott turned around, facing Teresa.
"So no word from Jane, huh?" Abbott asked.
"He's not returning my calls." she answered.
"I know you two are working something out. But these murders are starting to get headline news. We need Jane." Abbott explained.
Teresa smiled, trying to act casual. "I'm handling it."
"Ok." Abbott stated and walked out the door.
Teresa sat down and laid her head on the conference table. She really wasn't feeling well this morning. The lack of sleep and lack of food were catching up to her. She was nauseous and knew she needed to try to eat something. Dealing with Cho's and Abbott's desire to have Jane on this case while trying to appear that she was okay was beginning to take a toll on her.
She knew what she needed to do. She pulled her phone out of her jacket and called in to have a "Failure to Appear" warrant issued for Jane. He'd be arrested and brought back to Austin. She didn't know how he'd feel about what she'd done, but at the moment, she really didn't care.
Teresa knew the warrant for Jane had been issued. Now all she could do was wait until he was picked up, then deal with him. She told Wylie she was going to run out and get something for lunch. She didn't know if she'd be able to eat, but she had to try.
She sat at the sandwich shop down the street from her office. She ordered a turkey sandwich and tea. Coffee didn't sound good today, it turned her stomach just thinking about it. "Great!" she thought. "The last thing I need is to become a tea drinker. Maybe it is just a symptom of missing Jane and coffee will be my friend again soon."
She was able to finish half the sandwich, but couldn't finish the other half. She was so tired. She thought if she laid her head down she would fall asleep here in the sandwich shop. She definitely wasn't doing that. Hopefully, she would be able to sleep tonight, but that would depend on how things go with Jane if he's arrested and brought in today.
Teresa made her way back to the office. Abbott motioned for her to come to his office when she stepped out of the elevator. She and Abbott talked about the poachers and the fact they had an alibi for the time of the murders. They started discussing what other avenues they were exploring in trying to find the couple's killer. Wylie stepped in the doorway of Abbott's office.
"Come in." Abbott said to Wylie. "You got something."
"I have a guy who is saying things about the murders." Wylie says.
"Well, what is he saying Wylie?" Abbott asks.
"He's a psychic." Wylie answers.
"Oh come on." Teresa says laughing.
"I don't know how to explain it; you need to talk to him." Wylie explains.
Abbott stood and told Teresa to follow him as they walk to the interrogation room where Gabriel Osborne is waiting. After they talk to him, Abbott and Teresa leave the room.
"So he met the killer, but he can't remember a single detail about him." Teresa said.
"I agree. It's suspicious but he knew details about the bodies being moved and he knew about the fingernails." Abbott commented.
"Which we already knew." Teresa countered.
"None of those details were made public." Abbott stated.
"Well maybe he's friends with the crime tech or maybe he's the killer." Teresa said.
"And he just marched in here and dangled himself right in front of us?" Abbott asked.
"It's more likely than him being an actual honest to God psychic? Teresa stated.
"What makes you so sure?" Abbott responded, just as the elevator dinged signaling its opening.
Teresa looked up to see Jane stepping out of the elevator, escorted by a FBI agent. "Years of experience." she stated flatly, motioning her head towards the elevator. Abbott turned around and saw Jane.
Jane nodded his head at them with a very slight smile on his face, as he was led to an interrogation room. Teresa walked over to the room as the other agent left, after making Jane a cup of tea in his turquoise cup. She sat down at a table across from him, crossing her legs and trying her best to appear apathetic, which she was anything but.
"What were you doing in Arizona?" she asked him.
"I went to the Grand Canyon." he answered.
"The Grand Canyon. Hum." she stated rather sarcastically.
"Have you been?" Jane asked.
"No, I hear it's big." Teresa says, trying not to look at him. She didn't trust herself if she looked him in the eyes too long.
"Huge." Jane states with a big smile on his face, sipping his tea.
"How's the tea?" she asks.
"Hot. Good, thank you." he responds.
"I would've mailed you your cup but, I didn't know where you were." she said.
"Well you knew I'd be back." he said.
"No, I didn't. I can't read minds. The first time I called you I thought, 'He missed my call'. The second time, 'He's busy, okay he'll call me back'. The third time, I thought 'He's dead, he's dead in a ditch on the side of the road.'" Teresa said, a small wave of nausea hitting her again as she finished the sentence.
"I didn't mean to scare you." Jane said.
"Well you did scare me." she said emphatically.
"I'm sorry." Jane replied.
"Okay." Teresa said softly, still trying to keep the nausea and tears at bay. She looked away for fear she would start crying if she looked at Jane any longer. The last thing she wanted to do was cry.
"I'm working through something and I just need space to think. I can't soldier on like you Lisbon." Jane said. He didn't want to hurt Teresa anymore but he was a little irritated that she was pushing him.
"We're all upset. I can't just run away from my work here. This job is too important to me." she replied.
"Yeah, I understand." Jane said, knowing that was his battle; his desire for the job not to be so important to her.
"What can I do for you to help you figure things out?" she asked. She wasn't sure that whatever his answer would be would help bring him back to her. "Just tell me."
"Time. I just need some time." Jane answered.
"Okay. Time's good. I can give you time. I just need one thing from you." Teresa said, deciding she would give him whatever he needed to work things out for himself and come back to her. She needed to feel well again.
"What's that?" Jane asked.
"Don't ignore my phone calls." she answered, hoping if she could talk to him occasionally she would get some sleep and start feeling better.
"Okay, well that's fair." he conceded.
"Alright." Teresa said, as she stood up and walked out of the room.
She walked back to her desk wishing she hadn't felt so much tension in the room while they were talking. She couldn't tell if he was upset that she'd had him arrested or if he felt like she was pushing him. She looked back momentarily as she made her way back to her desk.
She assumed Jane would leave again, however, Abbott asked him to talk to Gabriel. When Jane and Abbott left to find Gabriel, Teresa went to the restroom and threw up. Later, she made her way back to her desk and worked there the rest of the afternoon, sipping tea hoping to start feeling better soon. She thought seeing Jane today would help, but it only seemed to make things worse.
Teresa headed home at 5:00, knowing she had to find a way to get some sleep that night. She thought if she had a decent dinner and a good night's sleep, she would feel more like herself in the morning. When she got home she decided to take a nice, long bath and soak for a while. When the water turned cold, she got out and changed into a tee shirt and jogging pants. She was feeling better already. She made her way to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of soup.
At 11:00, she decided to go to bed, even though she knew she wasn't going to sleep. She could feel it. She decided to call Jane and see if hearing his voice. Maybe being able to say goodnight would help her settle down and fall asleep.
Teresa dialed his number, it rang several times before going to voicemail. "He's doing it again, ignoring my calls. He said he wouldn't. I can't believe he's not picking up when he knows how I feel. JACK…ASS." she screamed, sitting on her bed. She sat there, holding the phone, waiting to see if he would call back. But no call came. After 10 minutes, she threw her phone on the nightstand, laid down and tried to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up when her alarm went off. She laid there, knowing she'd only slept a short time. As she pushed the covers back and sat up, a big wave of nausea hit, sending her running for her bathroom. She'd just made it to the toilet before throwing up. After several minutes, she sat back and rubbed her face hoping she was done. "This…has…to...stop." she thought to herself tears started to form.
She stood up slowly and walked over to the sink. She leaned down for a minute, hoping the nausea had passed. She laid her hand on her stomach in a mock attempt to make it feel better. Suddenly, she looked up at herself in the mirror. "No, no, no. This can't be happening. Oh my God, not now." She said to herself as she tried to think back to when she'd last had a period. It was not long before they'd gone to Chicago to find Jimmy. That was over a month ago. She walked back into her bedroom, grabbed her phone, opened the calendar app and counted back the weeks. When she set her phone back down, she knew she had to be five to six weeks pregnant.
