A/N: I know, I KNOW! I know I'm bad at keeping promises! But it's only bad for me, for you it's a good thing, right?
The next chapter! This was really how I wanted this chapter/story to turn out, but... I don't think it sucks, so that's the most important thing.
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Disclaimer: What's my name? Dominique. Does it even sound like Bruno? I don't think so. So I probably don't own The Mentalist.
"You're... sweet," Jane said, his thoughts still working on full force. He didn't want to tell her. Not when she was like this.
"Sweet?" she asked, disappointed at what he'd finally told her.
"Yep, sweet."
"That's all?""
"I think so."
"Seriously?"
"Yes," he stated, and she pouted.
"No," he said, when she saw that she was disappointed. It was seriously cute, how Teresa had pouted when he told her that she was 'sweet'.
"So?"
"There's more."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Jane said, and looked into her eyes. Should he do it? Should he do what he'd wanted to do since he discovered his love for her?
She just stared at him, confusion on her face. What would he mean with that?
He slowly moved over to her, but she didn't freeze. She just continued looking at him, not sure what to say or do.
He cupped her face, stroking her cheek with is thumb. She shuddered, but kept still.
He slowly moved over to her, his face now inches apart from hers.
He then connected her lips with his lips, and he'd expected Teresa to move away from him. Though she was 38, she had a mind of a twelve year old, and kissing with a 41 year old man you didn't even know was... kind of strange.
But Teresa felt a connection with him. Like she knew him for ten years or something.
Teresa deepened the kiss, moving a little closer to him, and placing her hands in her neck, pulling him in closer. She didn't think a second about how bad this was. The strange butterflies in her stomach wouldn't let her.
Jane suddenly pulled away, and looked into her eyes.
Something snapped inside of him, and he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Teresa," he whispered, and stood up. She grabbed his hand, but he took it back.
"I love you, that's what I wanted to show you. But... it feels... wrong, to do this when you're in this state," he said, and smiled a faint smile.
He walked out of the living room, presumably into his room, and left a shocked and bewildered Teresa behind.
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Jane hit the wall with his fist. Thank God the walls were strong, because he would've left a hole in the wall otherwise.
What had he done? This was not good.
He shouldn't have kissed her.
He shouldn't even have considered the fact of telling her he loves her.
He hated himself right now.
How could he do this? He didn't even knew he was able to love again. After Angela and Charlotte, he had told himself that he would never come that close to somebody again, if he wanted to keep people in his life.
He was pulled out of his reverie by a small knock on the door.
He turned around, and opened the door.
Teresa was awkwardly standing there.
They didn't say anything, just looked at each other. You could almost taste the tension, or cut it into pieces and sharing it with Jane's neighbors.
It was Teresa who made the first move.
"Look, I don't really know who you are, and what I should think about you, but... but I can see that you care more about me than just good friends," she said, and Jane nodded.
She suddenly flung her arms around his waist, placing her face on his chest. Jane was startled, but soon swung his arms around her tiny body as well.
They stood like that for almost five minutes, both not wanting to let the other one go.
Jane stroked her hair. Teresa looked up at him.
"Do you love the older me?" she asked.
Jane smiled.
"No," he said, and she pouted again.
But he stroked her cheek.
"I just love you. You, as in Teresa Lisbon. Twelve or 38," he whispered, and kissed her forehead.
-YulianaHenderson-
Teresa rolled over to her side.
She couldn't sleep, had too many thoughts that were bothering her. Distracting her from what she now really wanted: sleep.
Sleep could stop her from thinking about him. Patrick Jane.
Why did she feel this attracted to him? She didn't even know him.
This body was bothering her, she really wanted to get her twelve year old body back. This version made her do things that were not normal.
She buried her face in her pillow, groaning into it.
Since when did her life become this complicated?
-YulianaHenderson-
"Teresa," Jane exclaimed, as he prepped a bowl of cereal for her.
He sat down, beginning with his own. He was hungry, they couldn't blame him.
But after five minutes, Teresa still wasn't here.
Jane frowned. He placed his spoon in his bowl, and walked over to her room.
"Teresa?" he asked, and knocked on the door.
No response.
He opened it, and much to his shock found Teresa's bed empty. He looked around. No Teresa to be seen.
He groaned.
No no no. She couldn't have left, right? He looked at her mirror, and saw it was open.
He cursed.
Now he had to look for her.
What if she did something seriously stupid? He would feel guilty for the rest of his life if that happened.
-YulianaHenderson-
Teresa had left.
Just opened the window in her room, and had left the house, and Patrick.
She wasn't far away, only at the other end of the street, but she really needed some fresh air, so that she could think.
She didn't have that much options, just two.
The first one was to go back inside, and apologize to Patrick. But she felt as if she wasn't ready for that yet.
The other option was to go somewhere else. Just for a short amount of time. Maybe around three hours?
But to where could she go? She only knew one place: the office building Patrick and her had been to a couple of days ago.
She grabbed her phone out of the jacket she'd put on quickly, and went to the app 'internet'. It was a miracle that she knew how the phone worked.
She searched for big, important buildings in the area, and finally found the right one: the CBI Head Quarters in Sacramento.
Underneath the picture of the building, she found a map that could lead her to it.
After a long walk she finally reached the building.
She looked at it. It was big, orange/reddish bricks covering the walls, the complete building consisting of big cubes that crossed each other. It looked... beautiful. But now familiar.
She approached it, but soon found guards standing there, checking badges. In the middle of the night, seriously?
She searched her pockets, but couldn't find one of these shiny badges other people seemed to have.
She still approached the bold man, though, deciding to give it a shot. If everybody knew her, why wouldn't this man know her?
The man smiled when he saw Teresa.
"Agent Lisbon! Back again?" he asked, but she shook her head.
"I just... I just wanted to look around for a while," she said, and he nodded in understanding.
"I understand. It must be hard to be sitting at home the entire day, right?" he asked, and she just nodded.
"I forgot my badge," she looked at the badge he was wearing on his vest, "Jim."
"It's okay, Miss Lisbon, you can come in," he said, stepping aside to let her in.
She nodded at him, and walked past the man.
She sighed out of relief.
Now, she just had to find the way to that big open space again.
As she rode the elevator, déjà vu hit her. But she was now alone, the whole building was deserted. Not strange, considering what time it was.
She'd pushed a random button on the wall, deciding '3' was her lucky number. It was though, because the doors opened, and as she walked into the space there, she recognized it. It would be funny though, if everything in this building looked like each other.
She walked into the bullpen, and looked around.
In the left corner was a worn-out leather couch showing off. She wondered whose it was.
She saw several computers, the one closest to the elevators having a few flowers next to it. Must be from that Grace woman.
She walked further more into the bullpen, and saw something that hit her like a brick wall.
On the doors to a secluded office was her name. Teresa Lisbon, Senior Agent.
She ran over to it, and entered the room.
She looked around.
Was this her office? Why would she have her own office.
Senior Agent, what did that even mean? She walked over to the desk, sitting on the big, comfy looking chair. She saw a few pictures of dogs standing on the desk, but that was about it.
She opened the top drawer. Nothing special.
The second drawer?
And there she found something. It could've been something usual for any other person, but this was something that broke her heart.
A/N: Oee, a cliffhanger! I'm a bad person, I know :D.
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