Author's Note: Still don't own Blindspot or Beach Weekend. But I'm still writing this. Anyways, again, this chapter should, fingers crossed, work as a standalone story, but always helps if you read Beach Weekend also. Once we had the idea to continue it, I had to continue it!

Patterson yawned as she settled into her chair, resting her legs over the side. It had been too long since they'd gone out for a proper girls' night, and it had been fun to hang out with Tasha the night before. They'd stayed out late, going from bar to bar as last calls started. She was still nursing a pretty powerful hangover this morning, but it was worth it. Besides, with Robert out of town, she'd needed a carefree night with her friend.

She grabbed the ibuprofen from the coffee table, and managed to get the top off with minimal struggle. Those damn childproof caps had done her in more times than she cared to admit. She swallowed two tablets with her coffee and pulled out the crossword puzzle. She could usually finish the Saturday puzzles in less than ten minutes, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to be breaking any records today.

"Resounding Question of the 1980s? Oh great, stumped on 1-across," she mumbled to herself.

She'd filled in only a few squares when her phone rang, the loud, blaring ring sounding like a jackhammer in her skull.

She didn't even check to see who it was – only one person would be bothering to call her this early in the morning. "Hey," she answered, trying to sound upbeat, but could hear the edge in her own voice.

"Are you okay, Patterson?" his voice was concerned. She loved that about him – most of the time at least. Today, she wanted to be alone with her crossword, allowing herself to feel miserable - at least for a little longer.

"Fine, just went out with Tasha last night. Girls' night," she admitted, no longer trying to keep her voice cheerful.

Robert told her a bit about his family, and what they were doing, but soon said goodbye, promising to call her back later, once she was feeling up to it.

She had barely picked up her crossword again, when the phone chimed, indicating a text message. She gave a small chuckle; Robert always seemed to remember something right after they'd finished talking. She quickly glanced down, ready to swipe off the notification.

"Jane!" She gasped out loud. There was no text, but Patterson could tell Jane had sent a picture. All thoughts of her headache gone, she quickly unlocked her phone, opening the message. She couldn't wait to see what Jane had sent, especially after the conversation with Tasha the night before.

Patterson nearly squealed with delight as the pictures came in. Of course she had hoped that Jane would send a picture (after all, she had not so subtly requested one), but she certainly hadn't expected to get one with Jane and Weller… with their arms wrapped around each other. She quickly clicked it open. His arm was draped around her shoulder, her arm pulling him closer around his waist. She could barely believe it was them. They looked so happy, so comfortable together, like this was how they always were. Patterson couldn't believe that not even 48 hours ago, they had been chasing criminals through the streets of New York.

It was only then she remembered there was a second picture. She clicked on that attachment, and if the first picture had left any doubt about Jane's and Kurt's feelings for each other, it was gone the moment she saw the second picture. They weren't even looking at the camera, but instead, captured in a candid moment. Weller had his arms around her waist, Jane leaning back against him. It was such a simple moment, but the message was clear – they were in a state of pure bliss together.

Patterson quickly texted back, "Jane! Looks like you two are having fun ;) I need details!"

She stared at her phone, biting her lip impatiently. She knew she shouldn't expect a reply immediately. They were at the beach, and besides, Jane looked like she was having too much fun to be checking her phone. At least she could still gossip with Tasha. She clicked to forward the message to Tasha, "I think we may have our answer :)"

Tasha replied nearly immediately, "Easiest hundred bucks I've ever made. Did she say anything else?"

Patterson laughed out loud in her empty apartment. "Technically we don't know for sure yet. Besides wasn't the bet on them making out at the office? For all we know, what happens at the beach stays at the beach."

"Yeah right, we'll know by Monday."

Patterson put down her phone, trying to concentrate on the crossword puzzle. "57 across… Like a certain side? 3 letters… Far. The far side!"

She continued to work, mumbling out the clues as she worked through them. Every few minutes, she checked her phone, hoping to have a reply from Jane.

"39 down… Beach Sights." Patterson couldn't help but chuckle. "C-A-S…. Castles." Patterson tried to imagine Weller building a sand castle. Jane, it wasn't as hard to imagine; Jane had always been more carefree than Weller, faster with the smiles and jokes. Weller was too serious to actually build a sand castle, even at the beach. Although, she'd never seen him quite as happy as he was in those pictures. She picked up her phone again. Sigh, still nothing. Of course, it had only been about 30 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. She snapped a picture of the clue, and sent it to Jane – "Build any sand castles? ;)" she added.

As if on cue, a text from Tasha came in. "Please tell me she texted you back! I need to know what's going on!"

Patterson sighed, checking once again to make sure she hadn't somehow missed seeing the text. "Nothing yet," she replied. She switched back to Jane's thread. "Just what are you two doing that you can't even text your friends back?" She waited a few minutes, then added, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do ;) We won't forget about this come Monday."

It took a while, but Patterson finished the crossword puzzle. She quickly snapped a picture of it, sending it to Robert along with an apology for her crankiness that morning. She checked her phone once again, and still no reply from Jane. Patterson sighed. She was glad her friend was having fun, but now, she was out of options and had no excuse but to start her day.

Just after lunch, her phone chimed once more. Patterson rushed over, hoping it was finally a reply from Jane. "Let's just say, we're having a great weekend ;) Weller says hi, and "thanks for picking out the bikini, Patterson."" Patterson couldn't help but laugh. She put down her phone, happy that her friends had finally figured out what everyone else knew – just how much they really did love each other. She'd bug them on Monday for all the details, but for now, she'd let them enjoy the rest of their weekend in peace.

I like Patterson. I want to be Patterson when I grow up.

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