Wow, I never thought I'd get this much feedback, I'm literally blown away. Thank you all for reading and reviewing/alerting truthfully I thought it would take a few months for the story to get noticed and picked up so believe me having all this is overwhelming. However I feel like an idiot for not writing more chapters before I'd uploaded the first but that chapter was like a pilot, just seeing how many people would read it and believe me you guys have shocked me so much. I thank you all so incredibly much that I don't even think there's a word. I was very scared to upload this chapter, and the message from ShunKickShunKers is the reason I sat down and told myself that I can't leave people for like 3 months without an update.
Rating: Let's just stick with K+ right now, although I'd say this chapter's T. I'll let you decide!
Warning: For this chapter, none. But anyone who saw episode 4 of the fourth season will know Jane's (incredibly hot?) accent that I guess could be the one he speaks with in this story.
Disclaimer: I don't want to own it; I just enjoy playing with it. It's the four year old playing with dolls coming out of me!
Inspiration: Too many country songs, The Mentalist, FanFic writers/artists/video-creators(do they just go under artists?) who I admire so much!
By the way, you'll probably have noticed this ISN'T going straight to Jisbony times, there's quite a bit or hurdles to go before then.
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She woke up as the sharp rays of sunlight flew in from the window, illuminating the dancing dust that floated around the small room and casting beams of yellow on the old floorboards. The lace curtain making shadows on the lighted floor. She could feel warm arms draped over and around her bare stomach where her top had ridden up in the night, she could hear soft, masculine snores, and breath tickling the hairs on the nape of her neck, she rolled over gently not to wake him and kissed his baby soft forehead. He groaned as he woke, rubbing his drowsy eyes to rid them of sleep.
"Morning." She whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
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"Will I see you tonight?" She asked, wrestling her tousled blonde hair in a bun atop her head, lifting the air-like see through blue negligee further up her body, revealing the matching panties beneath.
"Course, have I ever missed a party?" He chuckled, buttoning up his shirt while trying to slip into his shoes. Wincing every time something touched or he strained his bruised side.
"Not a good one." She smiled, her blue eyes shining in the dim artificial light. "Are you sure you're okay? You should get that checked out."
"How long are your parents out of town?" He asked, guiding his heel into the shoe. Avoiding the subject of the truck-like purple indent on his side.
"Till the end of the holidays." She replied, standing in front of the door she didn't want him to open.
"Lucky girl." He smiled, his eyes tracing over every curve of her perfect body.
"Lucky boy." She smirked playfully, placing a manicured finger on his revealed chest.
"But I have to go now." He said, "I'm sorry Angie."
"You know most guys stay after sleeping with me." She shrugged.
"I'm not most guys." He winked.
"It's not even dawn yet." She pouted, looking out the door he successfully managed to open.
"I have to be in before my dad gets up."
"Fine." She said, crossing her arms and turning away from him.
"Sweet Dreams Angel." He said softly, kissing her on the cheek. When she didn't respond he turned away to leave until he felt her grab his shirt and pull him back in a searing, hot, goodbye kiss.
"Bye Patrick." She smiled, running her hand down his left arm.
"Bye Angela." He grinned, wandering down the concrete path into the sea of inky darkness lit by one light at the end of the road.
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She ruffled her damp hair and stuck her head through the gap of the door and the wall to see the sleeping boy in her bed. He'd fallen asleep after she'd woken him the first time and now clutching the pink pillow she usually kicked off the bed in her sleep. He looked so peaceful she didn't want to wake him but for fear of the snoring man in the next room she crept over the floor boards and knelt before him.
"Tommy?" She whispered, shaking his dinosaur clad shoulder gently.
"-Essa?" He asked, reaching out a tiny hand to her.
"Shh, I'm here. Why did you come through last night?" She asked, taking the outstretched hand in hers.
"You left, I thought you'd lefted forever." He sniffled.
"You heard me?" She asked, suddenly panicked that Tommy wasn't the only one who had heard her.
He nodded vigorously, his eyes still half closed.
"Okay, well I'm never gonna' leave you Tommy. 'Kay?" She smiled re-assuring the small boy.
"Okay. Do I have to get up now?" He asked, snuggling deeper in the covers.
"Do you want to?" She asked.
He made a thoughtful hmmm noise then answered. "It's rather cosy in here and my eyes don't really want to open much further."
"Five minutes then, until you really, really need to get up." She chuckled, wrapping the cover around him.
She smiled and watched him for a moment before leaving and knocking on her brothers' door.
"Wakey wakey." She whispered, opening the large door.
Inside the two remaining boys were lying still asleep, Jamie in a tight ball beneath the covers, his head barely poking out of the top and Dylan sprawled out on the edge of his bed, one arm and one leg dangling precariously off the edge of the bed the other two just keeping him on the bed, both his pillows and his sheets lying everywhere on the floor beside the bed.
"Wake up James." She asked, tugging the edge of his sheets as she walked across the room.
"But it's still night time Tess." He groaned sleepily, he was the only one able to form coherent sentences after being woken up, as if his brain had no need to warm up but started immediately after his mind told him to get it's lazy butt out of bed.
"No it's not. The sun's out." She smiled.
"The suns too early." He responded, lifting himself onto his hands and looking down at the pillow beneath him.
"Well get up anyway, the cows are hungrily mooing that they're starving to death because James Lisbon couldn't be bothered to get out of his bed."
"Tell them to go back to sleep." He said, sitting up on his bed.
"I can't speak cow." She said, opening the curtains.
"How did you know they're starving to death then?" He asked, popping his glasses on his nose.
"A fly told me." She shrugged, wandering over to the starfish Dylan.
"You speak fly?"
"Yip, Buzzzzzzzzz." She answered.
"What does that mean?"
"Get up and Buzz off to the shower."
"Inventive." He remarked.
"I thought so."
She shook Dylan's shoulders and waited for him to stir.
"Dylan?" She asked in a sing-song voice.
When he didn't stir she took a pillow from the floor and hit him over the head with it.
"Get up." She smiled, when his sleepy eyes flickered open.
"Go to hell." He muttered.
"Watch your language." She scolded, dragging his outstretched foot so his whole body fell to the floor with a thud.
"Ouch." He groaned, sitting up on the floor and rubbing his head.
"Quit complaining." She sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically.
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"Where were you?" The aging man greeted as he closed the door behind him.
"I was with Grace, she got back today." He lied, placing his jacket on the hook beside the door.
"At 3'0 clock in the morning?" His father asked, looking at the red numbers on the clock.
"I fell asleep." He shrugged.
"Were you having sex?" The man asked, folding his arms on the table.
"With Grace?" He spluttered. "No, dad. God no. She's my best friend."
"You can't afford to take those risks Patrick."
"What risks Dad? I'm not sleeping around, I work for a living and I have a bunch of friends."
"Getting close to people is a risk Patrick." His father stated.
"No it's not, it's what normal people do."
"You saw what it did to me." His father raged, standing up from his place. Turning to face his son, the scar covering the left side of his face showing, each red mark and purple line standing out with assistance of the two alight lamps.
Taking one look at his father he climbed into bed and switched off his light facing away from the self proclaimed monster by the table.
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"I wish you would stop washing the dishes in the bath." She sighed, watching from the doorway as her two youngest brothers 'cleaned the dishes'.
"We couldn't get the kitchen tap to work again." Jamie explained, taking a plate from Tommy who sat in the bath with his knickers and a vest on washing the dishes his older brother would pass to him in mile high bubbles.
"Well you could have just asked me to come and help, the baths for people washing, not dish washing." She chuckled, picking up a sodden Tommy from the bath, a trail of bubbles following him up.
"They're really, really clean Tessie!" Tommy smiled proudly, pointing to the dishes stacked on a towel beside Jamie.
"I can see that but next time, see if you can make them really, really clean in the kitchen sink." She smiled, wrapping a discarded towel around him.
"But you were out with the horses; we didn't want to bother you." Jamie said, looking up at her.
"I don't mind being bothered Jamie." She replied, holding out a hand for him to help him up. "Now I have a surprise, Dad and Linda are going to be away for a couple of days so we get the house to ourselves and I was thinking we could go into town today and pick up a few DVD's."
"And Sweets!" Tommy cheered, raising his hands in the air, whacking Teresa's nose.
"Ouch." She exclaimed, rubbing her red nose. "And yes, of course we'll get Sweets, anything you would like Jamie?"
"Can we go into the book shop, they had a whole shelf of books about airplanes." He smiled, his cloudy green eyes lighting up as he thought of each hardback book with gold lettering along the spine, announcing tales of flying around the world, building engines and wings. To him it sounded like magic but his brothers didn't see what he saw.
"Course." She nodded. "Where's your brother?"
"Playing with Barney."Jamie replied, gathering all the dishes in the towel together and making a bag-like thing to transport them in.
"Okay, Tommy go get dressed then find Dylan and Jamie-"She said, watching him.
"No." She shook her head and pointed to the make-shift bag he'd crafted.
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"Seriously guys?" He cleared his throat loudly as he made his way back from the storage room only to find Grace and Wayne in a very tongue-tied situation.
"Well, I bet you were doing a whole lot worse to Angela last night." Grace smirked, cupping Wayne's cheek in her hand.
"I didn't let anyone see me." He exclaimed, throwing himself onto one of the bean bags that sat around a low coffee table by the window.
"What do you see in her anyway, man?" Wayne asked, letting one hand slip higher up onto Grace's thigh.
"She's funny, she's sweet, she's hot and she's great in bed." He grinned in a teasing voice watching Wayne's eyes light up and Grace glare at him.
"Is that all you guys think about? A hot body and mind-blowing mattress dancing?" Grace asked, rolling her eyes at the two boys.
"No, course not." Wayne replied. "I love you for your sense of humour, your ideas, your plans, your traits, your red-hair, your ability to be above everybody else and still stay so sweet, your love for animals and how you're you."
"Suck up." Patrick chuckled, looking out the window to see his Asian friend walking with the mystery girl towards the shop.
"Did you find out who she was, Graceless?" He asked, alerting the couples attention.
"Elise Chaye, formally Elisianna Yun-Li Chaye but she changed her name after she came to America, she's Korean. Her mother and her fled Korea after her mother got pregnant. Her father isn't the same as the new baby's and there was some conflict between their families."
"How did you find all that out in a few hours?" Wayne asked.
"I have connections." She shrugged.
The door opened letting in a gust of cold wind, two wind-blown, red-faced travellers as well as a few dried leaves.
"Hey guys." Patrick greeted, watching the two new arrivals as Cho took the girls 'Elise' coat and hung it up where Grace's white duffel hung, Wayne's black sports jacket and his own trench coat hanging beside it.
Cho nodded deadpan and guided Elise through to their little group with a hand rested on the small of her back.
"This is Elise." He declared, sitting down with her.
"Hello, I'm Grace." Grace smiled brightly to the girl; she had always been the most friendly out of them, meeting new people was never hard for her, making friends even less.
"Hello Grace, Kim's told me a lot about you." She nodded.
"Kim?" Wayne spluttered, covering his mouth with his hand.
"And you must be Wayne, which would make you Patrick Jane." She smiled. Patrick looked at her for a moment, studying each individual detail about her all the while wondering if it was really necessary for her to say his last name.
"So Kim?" He asked, grinning flirtatiously at Elise.
"Of course, I refused to call him by Cho, Kim's much more intimate." She smiled teasingly, a cheeky glint in her eyes as she canvassed Patrick Jane. She had learnt a lot about him in the past week.
Patrick looked dumbfounded; this sweet little Asian girl was definitely not what she looked like.
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"Tess are you sure we should let Tommy hold the basket?" Dylan asked, catching three DVD's from falling off their shelf as they were hit by the metal basket which Tommy was carrying recklessly through the shop, knocking everything off the first and second shelves.
"Tommy will you watch out, give the basket to your brother and go with Jamie to pick out a film for tonight." She ordered, scanning the shelves for something remotely appropriate for a four year old but not too boring for a twelve year old.
"We don't just have to watch PG movies do we?" Dylan asked, catching up to her with his newly claimed basket.
"No after the others go to bed you and I can watch one movie of your choice." She replied, picking out a movie and handing it to him. "Will this one do?"
The boy looked it over with his green eyes, his mouth falling open as he finished reading the back.
"You'll really let me watch it?" He asked, fingering the dark cover.
"If you're brave enough." She smirked.
"Tessie!" Tommy shouted, running over towards her.
"Inside voice Tommy, what is it?" She asked, bending down to be at height with him.
"We got one! It's about pirates." He announced.
"Well put it in the basket, Little Bluebeard Thomas." She said, ruffling his long hair.
"I don't have a beard." He stated, rubbing his chin just in case. "I would quite like a blue one though."
"Wait till you're older." She chuckled, putting the basket on the counter where the young blonde sat slouched on her chair, blowing her pink bubble gum to the size of her face before chewing it again.
Wordlessly the blonde began to slowly scan the items, completely uncaring as she placed each item in a bag.
"24 dollars." She asked, Teresa placed the notes in her hand before grabbing the bag.
"Keep the change." She nodded, walking out the door followed by her three little brothers.
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The eruption of laughter finally subsided and the teenagers all looked at the floor, fearing if they were eye to eye with their friends they would restart the fit of giggles. It had been Elise's idea to start sharing some of their stories and after two rounds of every-one telling a story it had become a match for Grace and Patrick to find the most embarrassing story of the other.
"Patrick, remember in after-school club when we were eight?" Grace asked, being the first to look up.
"No." He said sharply, it wasn't an answer it was the stop button.
"Are you sure?" Grace smiled innocently.
"No Grace I don't and I don't think you do either." He said firmly.
"That psychic stuff doesn't work on me; Aunt Wanda taught me how to avoid the entrapments of psychic force."
"Psychic's don't exist Grace." Patrick announced, bored of the same argument, with his father, with strangers, with Grace.
"They do." Grace protested, "I've seen my Aunt."
Before Patrick could reply, the bell chimed and four young people walked in, the same striking green eyes and raven hair. The unforgettable blend of the family he had seen before.
Teresa felt awkward wandering into the small shop, the five teenagers her age sat chatting to each other went silent as they entered and their eyes followed her everywhere. She was yet again the odd one out, the grey duckling in the midst of white swans, the small, bruised girl standing in the crowd of leggy, tanned laughing girls. The girl forever being shoved around, by society, by her father and by herself.
Jamie and Tommy held hands and walked with their heads down to the small bookshelf in the corner whereas Dylan stood beside Teresa, standing almost protectively beside her, like a guard dog. She couldn't help but laugh in her head at how with around nine people in the room, there was such an incredible silence. Jamie and Tommy sat down on the floor beside the bookcase, Tommy tracing designs on the scratchy blue carpet while Jamie looked through a red leather book with a picture of a woman standing on an airplane. She wished Jamie wasn't such a bookworm as of this moment for she wished more than anything that they could just leave and avoid the multicoloured orbs that stared at them, monitoring their every move.
"Can I help you?" The blonde boy asked, standing up and flashing her a megawatt smile.
Silence broken.
She looked over at the two little boys and shook her head, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
Silence.
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"C'mon, let's get you two to bed." She laughed, picking up Tommy in her arms and guiding Jamie up the stairs, thankful they had chosen to change into their pyjama's before they settled in for the movie because she knew if she had to change Tommy he would waken and not go back to sleep for hours. She placed Tommy on the bed, covering him with the blankets and kissing him on the forehead, before moving over to Jamie and tucking the blankets around his small frame, despite the fact she knew he'd throw them off and re-adjust them his self in less than a minute. She kissed him and walked to the door, whispering a soft good night she didn't think they'd hear.
"Are you sure you won't have nightmares?" She smiled, slipping the horror movie into the disc player.
"I'm sure." Dylan replied, nodding his head.
"Okay then but remember if you get scared, you wanted it on."
"I won't get scared Tess." Dylan chuckled, as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world, he was twelve after all and that was almost grown up.
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For Elise's name I just made up the ...ianna Yun-Li part, also the actress isn't Korean, she was born in London in England so yes she's mostly made up but I've always been miffed at how they never told us anymore about her. And yes the name Elisianna is a real name, my neighbour used to be called Elisianna-Jane.
Thank you ever so much for reading, I trust my writing more now after all the great things you've said and I can't wait to hear back from you, I'll hopefully reply to you all too I've just lately been so busy and I completely forgot that I was supposed to reply, so here is my apology a brand new chapter that surprisingly didn't take a whole year to post! Although I'll give you 100 words to tell me how annoying one update in 3 months is.
So sorry!
Georgia! xxxx