A/N: Alright first of, I sincerely apologise that it's taken me a long time to update. I've been really busy these last couple of days…Now that I'm well and truly settling into the summer holidays, I will update more regularly again. However in a few weeks' time I won't be able to update for more than 3 weeks as I'm going away on holiday. YAY! :D Because of that, I'm going to use all of my free time to update any on-going stories that I might start and to create new ones. It might help me get through my three weeks away from FF…it's gonna kill me…

Ok, anyways, this is gonna be the last chapter, I think. I plan on starting a new story soon though, as I said before. I currently have no ideas for a starting point, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated and all shall be taken into consideration. You guys have all been so nice to me during the creation of this story; I am literally obsessed with FanFiction at the moment. XD

Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine. :)

Lisbon held onto Jane's hand for dear life. She slipped on the ice of the freezer room and stumbled a few times. Each time, she was pulled easily back to her feet by the sturdy hands around hers. He led her up the stairs of the basement, across the lobby, out the front door (which surprisingly opened without much difficulty, despite its heavy appearance) and onto the damp lawn outside. Still, they kept on running, on and on, deep into the forest around the house.

"Why…did I… have to… park so far… away…" panted Lisbon. Her feet kept snagging on loose roots in the ground, the skeletal fingers of the trees ripping at her jacket leaving claw marks on her pale skin. Jane was going strong, keeping up a steady pace just ahead of her, his breathing even, and not breaking a sweat. "We haven't been running for that long Lisbon. Come on!" he urged gently, tugging lightly on her icy hand.

But Teresa couldn't go any faster. The heeled boots she was wearing weren't helping at all. The pain in her head was slowly growing into the usual tension headache she got under stress. "Jane, just please…Slow down a little…Why are we… running anyway? It's not… as if he's… going to come…after us…is he?" She pleaded. He slowed a little, but continued to head on into the endless world of blackness. The small roots turned into large, broken branches, the crows overhead screamed into the night, taunting the lost couple who had ventured too deep into an inescapable forest like so many before them.

It was like a horror movie. Again, so cliché, yet so unnervingly real and lifelike. What always happens next? There's always another problem to solve, some trap to avoid or a monster to defeat. Like a hand reaching out of the clay-like earth, clawing at your feet. When you least expect it. They get closer and closer and closer…Reaching further and further, ready to pull you down to the point of no return…

Lisbon let out a scream. She fell to the floor with a sickening thud as she felt something wrap round her ankles. She yelped and violently kicked out, trying to free herself. Jane felt the pull of her body weight as she tumbled to the floor. He almost fell down after her, but planted his palm into the trunk of a nearby tree and steadied himself. He gaped down at her worriedly for a second and then let out a small chuckle as she tried, but failed, to get free of the thick ivy wound around a fallen branch. He knelt down and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she rubbed her head in agitation. He chuckled again. Ah, the tension headache returns…

The tiny gaps in the canopy of leaves above their head let through small spotlights of silvery moonlight on them. Looking at Jane's face made her feel a million times better. His warm smile always made her heart flutter and her eyes shine with happiness. That's why only really Jane saw how beautifully emerald-like her eyes could truly be: because he was the only reason they were so.

Jane knelt down on the marshy ground beside her and motioned for her to keep still. Then, he went to work on the thick vines with his strong fingers, tearing them away from her feet. She watched on in admiration as he untangled them with ease. When he was finished, he looked at her and smirked, then stood up and held out his hand.

Lisbon couldn't help the small smile that graced her features. Taking his hand in hers, she heaved herself up and brushed herself down. It was only when she looked up from her shoes that she noticed how close they were.

"Umm…Sorry…" she mumbled, taking an awkward step back. But she didn't get very far. Jane reached out and wrapped his arms around her small waist, pulling her into a hug. Blinking in both surprise and delight, she returned the hug and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. Jane twirled the end of her gorgeous dark hair around is finger and held her close, breathing in her unmistakable cinnamon scent. They remained there for a while, neither one wanting to let go.

Then, without thinking, Jane pulled back, placed one hand on either of her cheeks and leant forward to brush his lips against hers. He half expected her to pull away, punch him in the face and then run off to the safety of her car. But she didn't. Instead, he felt her lips moving against his and her arms wrapping around his neck.

Never in all her life had Teresa Lisbon expected to ever feel this way about someone. Never had she though that she would ever be loved in return. Especially by someone so kind and seemingly perfect as Patrick Jane. Many times she had glanced over to his leather brown couch and seen that adorable face of his as he pretended to sleep. He seemed so peaceful and calm on the outside, but she knew that was just a mask he permanently wore. Really, he was a jumble of inner turmoil, self-hatred and the want for revenge. Her heart broke to think of all the pain this man had gone through.

At this precise moment though, as she stood in his arms, she didn't feel any of those bitter emotions in their kiss. His strong body against hers made her feel more wanted than she had in a long time. As their fingers twined with each other, all of the day's events melted into nothingness. At the moment, her job didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was with Patrick Jane.

There was nowhere else she'd rather be.