A/N: Is this story bad? Because there was a time where I got around 6 reviews for each chapter, and now it's cut down to only 2 or something... Is there something wrong?

This chapter is basically, like the previous chapters, fucked up fluff :D. I don't know, I just wanted to write this, it made me all happy inside :D.

Disclaimer: The Mentalist isn't mine.

Jane opened his eyes. He awoke because he felt a tickling feeling on his stomach.

And when he did, he looked straight into the eyes of Teresa.

She was smiling at him, and he smiled back.

He immediately sat up, and swung his arms around her neck.

She startled, but complied. They laid down again, still holding each other. Teresa placed her head on his chest, and his hands were around her waist. Just like a couple of some sort, though they weren't a couple, of course.

"I thought about what to do today. What about going to the graveyards where my family is buried? I know it's not a happy thing to do, but I believe it will be-"

"It's great. I really want that," she whispered, interrupting him. She pulled away, planted a small kiss on his cheek and walked into her room.

He looked after her with his eyes, and then got up to get changed as well.

He didn't know why this exact thought has came to his mind, but he was sure it was something that would help them both. Just because he had the feeling that he could move on, and that Teresa could help him with that. She wouldn't remember it afterwards, but he still felt like taking Teresa to that exact place.

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"So, here they are buried?" Teresa asked, as she and Jane were standing in front of the headstone of Angela and Charlotte. Back in the days, Jane'd thought that them sharing one would be the best, for both them and him. They had always loved each other very much, and wanted to be together for ever. And now, because of this, they were. He really loved that thought, of them being together.

He nodded, not looking away from it.

She grabbed his arm, and placed her head against it – she was too short to place it on his shoulder.

They both didn't know anything to say. Jane because he was in deep thoughts, and Teresa because she was afraid to hurt him.

The last night had been sweet and all, but she felt terrible when she woke up. Her throat, for some reason, hurt, and her eyes did as well.

And she felt guilty, for making Jane cry. Of course, she wasn't entirely the cause for his outburst, but she still was there. She experienced the worst of Jane, and she felt guilty. Because she couldn't give him anything back, she didn't knew what because she wasn't herself.

She grabbed his hand, and squeezed it gently. She heard him smile.

When she looked up, she saw that tears were again forming in his eyes. She reached up, and brushed them away when they were falling. She then reached out and swung her arms around his neck, though she almost had to stand on her toes to do that.

And they stood there, hugging each other, for almost an hour. It wasn't like they weren't used to it, they did it an awful lot the past days.

Finally, she pulled away, opened the bag she was carrying, and grabbed the stuffed animal she got from Jane yesterday out of it. She walked over to the tombstone, and placed it on the grass in front of it. She pulled back and looked at it, before returning to Jane's side, grabbing his hands again.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"For Charlotte," she said, and Jane smiled.

"I love you, Teresa," he whispered, and she smiled as well.

"I know," she said, and he laughed.

"Since when are you so secure about yourself?" he asked, and she frowned, but only teasingly.

"Because you keep saying that you love me. Works for girls," she said, and he laughed again.

"I just can't stop saying that I love you, you're just simply amazing," he said.

She almost jumped up, placing a kiss on his cheek, and ran away. He ran after her.

It started to rain, but they didn't care. They just ran around, teasing each other.

One moment, Jane fell over – his shoes weren't exactly made for running – and ended up face-first in the mud. Teresa turned around, first shocked, but when she saw he was still breathing, she just stood there, laughing at him.

He looked up at her.

"Do you find this funny?" he asked, as he sat up, wiping at his face to remove the mud.

She nodded enthusiastically. He just rolled his eyes, and stood up. He straightened his clothes, already knowing that the stains that would form in this suit would never come off again.

He sighed, and took her hand in his.

"Let's go home, before I'm catching a cold or something," he said, and she nodded. She was still smiling like an idiot, mostly because the dirt on him didn't go away and she just was really bad at keeping a straight face in moments like these.

"I love walking in the rain like this," Teresa said.

"Why?"

"Because I can forget everything and just think about how the rain makes me wet," she said, and Jane looked at her, an eyebrow raised.

"How do you mean?"

"Oh, because it's not funny to take care of my brothers all the time. My mum always did that, I don't know how to be a mother," she said, and he nodded.

Poor girl, her complete childhood must've been screwed up because of this one car accident of her mother. He was sure she didn't have the time to develop feelings she was supposed to develop in her puberty.

Explains why she became the woman he knew. She didn't knew how to handle a lot of things, but always covered that up by saying it was his fault, or someone else's. Or saying that he was socially incompetent.

"I'm sure you did a great job," he said, grabbing a better hold of her hand, just to make sure she didn't feel alone.

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