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She was on the bathroom floor, body rocking in pain, her head was splitting, and she was throwing up. She was cold and felt clammy. All that went through her mind were thought of him, thoughts about them.

She had a cute little memory come into her mind. They all had finished day, they had a rough case but they got each other through it. Patrick had decided to take everyone out to dinner. He drove, when they all were in the van he was making them all laugh, including her.

When they reached their destination, they all burst into laughter, he had brought them to McDonald's. They all got out and went inside, made their orders, and Patrick paid. They all wanted to pay but all he said was "my treat". They ate in laughter and lightness. She recalled how good it felt to really see him smile. They all played, cut up and carried on, Patrick betting Rigsby how many fries he could put in his mouth. She remembered she nearly choked on her cheeseburger when he managed to get a good handful in there. It was such a good memory, and yet it was only two days ago. Her mind was brought back to reality when another wave of sickness hit her. Her body shook violently. She had to get herself together. She had to be there for Patrick

Meanwhile in the OR, the surgeon, Dr. McKinny and he nurses where getting him prepared for his surgery, they completely stripped him, and washed him. Then they gently placed him on a different bed with a clean sheet. They covered him half way up, just below his tummy. Then the doctor started talking. Well lets see nurse Becky what we have here." "I want an x-ray of his chest." In an instant it was done. "Well this is interesting, the bullet hit his rib, causing a bit of it to shatter, and it punctured his lung, that is why he is breathing so heavily, his lung has blood in it." "We take care of his now." He had a monitor on, so he could see exactly where he needed to be, and began gently cutting, he was able to get the small ridge of bone out quickly. "Okay nurse, I want to insert a tube in his lung to drain out the blood. He'll be able to breath easier after that." "Yes sir" The nurse said. As soon as they inserted the tube the blood drained out, and Patrick became less stressed. "Well were off to a great start." "Great job Patrick, hang in there okay." The gently patted his hand. "Okay, now I'm going to open his chest." He cut him open making a line about ten inches long. The monitor showed him exactly where the bullet was. "Well this is wonderful, the bullet didn't hit his heart, although very close, it managed to sever an autery." "I'm going to cut off the damaged part and insert a small tube inside to connect the remaining ends of the autery together." "After I do this the bleeding will stop." After he performed this prosedure , Patrick stopped bleeding, they sucked the remaining blood away from him, making his wound clean. "The tube is inserted properly so the autery will hold on to it, it won't pull apart." "His blood pressure is perfect doctor." The nurse told him. "Okay that is wonderful news." "Where almost done Patrick." "Now I am going to remove the bullet." The bullet was in deep, but he removed it without causing any damage. "Okay he's all done." "I'm going to stitch him up, and go tell his lady friend that he should be just fine."

Teresa was still a shaking mess, she finally stopped getting sick. She went to the sink to wash up a bit, the cold water felt wonderful against her face and neck.

It was then she realized she had blood on her, Patrick's blood. She called Grace. "CBI, Agent Grace Van Pelt speaking, how may I help you?" Teresa could here the fake happy tone in her voice. They were all really shook up by this. "Grace." "Hey boss, have you heard anything from Patrick yet?" She asked quite frantically. "No, nothing yet, he's in surgery now, the doctor said he would come out and tell me everything the moment he was done." "Oh, okay then." "Listen Grace, I need you to bring me some clothes. "Okay boss, anything paticular?" "Uh, pants and a shirt, another pair of socks and underware, I have a bag in my locker for when we have to go of town." "Oh, okay, I'll get everything together, and I'll see you soon." "Thank you Grace." "your welcome boss."

Well she hung up, and walked out of the bathroom, she was meant with Patrick's surgeon, looking a little more serious than she hoped. She could feel her stomach fall, and her heart was pounding. "Ah, Miss Teresa, I've been looking everywhere for you." "Sorry, I wasn't feeling so well." "Yes dear, I can tell, you look very drained." "How is Patrick?" She didn't care what condition she was only worried about his. "Well." "Oh no, she thought." "He is doing very well." She smiled. She hadn't smiled in so long. "He's going to be okay?" She asked. "Yes I think he is going to be just fine." "What damage did you find?" "Well he had a severed autery which I repaired, the bullet didn't pierce his heart at all." "Also the reason he was having trouble breathing was because the bullet hit his rib shattering a a part of it sending it into his lung, puncturing it, and the blood he lost from the severed autery went into his lung." "I was able to get the fragment out without damaging his lung, I also inserted a tube in him to drain the blood out, when I did this we started to see a huge difference in his breathing."

"Oh that's wonderful doctor, thank you so much for everything you did for him." "Your saying he is going to be okay then?" "By all rights, he's a very strong, healthy young man." The older man replied. Teresa couldn't help herself, she hugged the doctor and continued to thank him. "When can I see him?" " Give us a few minutes, where going to move him to ICU, when we get him settled you can see him." "Thank you so much again doctor." "No problem." "Um, is it okay if I stay with him?'' "Well usually no one is allowed to stay in the ICU, but I can promise you that you can see him all you want, then soon as progress is made he will be moved to a private room, then you can stay with him." "Thank you so much doctor." "Your welcome dear." "I will come get you as soon as he is moved so you can see him." After that the doctor left. "Thank you, thank you so much for not taking him." She was crying and praying, she never felt so good.

Meanwhile back in the OR, Patrick was somewhere, although he couldn't figure out where. He looked down at himself, he was wearing tan cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt, and he was barefoot. "When was the last time I dressed like this?" He told himself, shaking his head and softly laughing. He looked out and saw a beach, completely breathtaking. The smell, the warm air, the perfect cloudless sky. Then he turned to find a beautiful woman walking towards him. She was dressed just like him, only her shorts were a little shorter. As she got closer, tears flowed freely. "It can't be." He thought out loud. "Emily, oh I've missed you so much." "Oh Patrick I've been waiting for you sweetheart." "Come, I have a lot to show and tell you." She was holding him. He could feel the warmth of her body against his. "Emily, how uh, where am I?" "your in heaven." "What?!" "I'm dead?!" "No sweetheart, your not dead, your unconstious." "Yes, it does exist Patrick." He gently cupped her face and kissed her. He moved his hands in her hair gently fisting it in his hands.

"I've missed you so much." He pulled her flush against his body, and breathed in her scent. Vanilla. He suddenly saw his little girl running up to meet them. "Mommy, Daddy!!" She exclaimed. Patrick fell to his knees pulling her little body against him. "Abigal, oh I've missed you so much baby." He was crying, tears of happiness and sadness pouring out.

He breathed in her scent. Strawberries. She had a pair of jean shorts on with a little pink ruffled t-shirt. "Patrick, come with me I need to show you something, I promise there will be playtime later." They both smiled happily, and his little girl went running, playing with some other people who where there. "What do need to show me sweetheart?" He missed so much calling her that. "Come on, you'll find out." She looked very playful. She took off running, he was only a few feet away from her when he caught her hand, she turned and both fell in the soft, warm sand. He leaned down, and passionatly kissed her.

One hand playing with her soft brown hair, while the other slid slowly up her shirt, resting on her tummy. He made slow circles with his fingers while her hands slid up his shirt. She ran her small hands up and down his strong chest and abdomen. "Oh I've missed you so much." He was gently kissing her neck, her jaw, all over her face, and once again her mouth.

When they broke apart they were both out of breath. "Please, let me make love to you." He asked her through tears. He leaned down again and captured her lips in his. "I love you so much Emma." "As much as I would love to be with you, we can't, not right now, okay." He looked like she had broke his heart into. "Please don't be hurt, just not now, come on there is someone I want you to meet." He carefully rose up and pulled her with him. Lets go." She kissed him and they began walking, fingers entwined with each others.

"That's her Patrick." There was a woman with dark hair about shoulder length setting in the grass by a nearby pond. It was so peaceful. "Who is she?" "She is Mrs. Camilla Lisbon. "She's been wanting to meet you." "Why me?" "You work with her daughter, Teresa." The words stung his heart. "Teresa's mother." He thought. "Miss Camilla?" "Hi sweetheart, how are you dear Emily?" She was a very kind woman, he could tell. "I'm just fine, I've brought someone for you to meet." "This is my husband, Patrick." It was so precious to him to hear those sweet words again.

"Hi Miss Camilla, It's very nice to meet you." As the two talked Emily walked away to give them some privacy, he kept his eyes on her. "Patrick, how is my Teresa?" "You would be very proud of her, she is the Senior Agent of the CBI, she has her own team, five of us altogether, and she seams to be the only one that can keep me inline." They laughed. Just then his little girl came running up to her mother. It was so beautiful to watch them, so healthy and strong. "Would you do me a favor Patrick?" "I'll try." "In some way tell her that I love so much, and that I am very proud of her, and who she has become, and tell her she doesn't have to be strong all the time." "I will." With that they hugged, and she walked away. He noticed just then, that Teresa looked just like her mother.

His beautiful wife and baby girl came up to him. He pulled the little one in his lap and kissed her cheek. His wife gently stroked his hair and watched him. "Daddy, can we go make sandcastles?" He looked over at his wife. "Well, wait just a little bit, I have one more thing to show your Daddy." They both looked like puppy dogs pouting. "After that I promise sandcastle time." He hugged his baby tightly, and then he let her go. She began running around with more little children. She turned and waved at him. "Are they?" "Yes Patrick, but they are not in any more pain now."

She took his hand and they walked down the beach, when he saw a woman that looked very familiar even from a distance. "Patrick, I want you to see something, this is your future." He was so confused. "What are you talking about?" Her Patrick, she is your future." He shook his head. They came closer to the woman, she was crying so hard, she had a long white cotton dress on. It was Teresa. A man came running up behind her, it was him. He put his arms around her tightly, she turned to him and said. "Oh Patrick, I was so afraid I was going to lose you." "Darling, I'm not going anywhere, only here with you." They gently kissed and held each other. Patrick became very angry, he pulled away from his wife's embrace. "Why are you showing me this Emmy, I don't want anyone else, just you!!" "I wanted you to be took care of, your a good man, and your deserve to be happy." "I don't want anyone else!!" He was so angry and hurt that he was crying. She gently placed her hands on his face.

"It was my fault you two are dead." "No, it's not Patrick, you didn't know what he was going to do, if you did you would have never said anything right?" "Of course not." "I miss you both so much." "I know, that's why I asked for her to be sent to you." He put his hands on hers. He was still crying, though not angry anymore. "You asked for her to be sent to me?" "Yes I did Patrick, I know how much you care about her." "Not the way I care about you." He pulled her in his arms. "No one will ever be you." "I want you to be happy again, she is the woman who can bring you that, she can take the sadness away." "Come , it's time to make sandcastles." "I don't want anyone else Emily." She put her finger over his lips. "I want you to be happy, please Patrick for me, please?" They walked hand in hand until they found their daughter waiting for them. "Daddy Daddy!!" She sqealled, running up to him. It felt so good to hear such a precious, emotional word. "Yes sweetheart?" "You wanna make sandcastles with me?" Her little hands fisting in the curls at the nape of his neck. "Yes my angel."

They played in the sand and made all kinds of castles. His wife set and watched the pair smiling. He turned to look at her. She was radiant. "Can I make one too?" "Of course Mommy, if it's okay with Daddy." "Oh yes it's perfectly fine with me." She crawled up to them and started playing in the warm sand with them. She gently stroked the sand off his hands, as she drew little squiggles on them. "How could you think that anyone else to make me as happy as you?" "I sent for her, she's perfect for you, trust me, I know." She lovingly stroked his cheek as she spoke.

Suddenly little Abigal was exausted, fighting yawns as they attacked her. "Someones sleepy." Said Patrick. " I think that you are right." "You can lay down, it's okay." She curled up in a little ball when she turned to her Daddy and said. "I love you Daddy, goodnight." He leaned down and gave her a bear hug. "I love you to Abby, so much my precious little one." And with that she was fast asleep. He changed his setting positions, he stretched his long legs out in front of his wife. She was still setting on her knees. "I love you so much, Patrick." "I love you so much too, so very much." The time was getting close, he could feel a change. "No not yet please." She crawled over his body, gently laying him back on the sand and kissing him, her fingers tangled in his hair, then gently stroked his face. "Shhhhh, I want you to rest now, alright?" He couldn't fight the tiredness going through his body as she laid on top of him and fell fast asleep. Her fingers still tangled in his hair, his arm wrapped protectively around her body, and the other one around his baby

He suddenly saw a woman approaching them. He wanted time with his family not her. "Who is she?" He thought. It was Teresa, she kneeled down beside him, and whispered to him. "Please don't leave me Patrick, please don't leave me." What happened next made no sense to him in any way. He took her hand as she gently helped him stand. He turned to find that they where gone, but he wasn't terrified, or scared, he was calm this time. Teresa took his hand,entwining her small fingers with his large ones. She led him to a place he had never scene before it was beautiful. There was a waterfall, and streams, and flowers everywhere. She slowly pulled him under it. Completely drenching them in the warm cascading water. Now her hands were on his face, gently stroking him, fingers sliding through his wet curls. That's when he noticed it, they were wearing wedding bands, but not like the one he had before, they were different. Their rings were white gold, shining brilliantly in the sun. She began to remove his shirt as she shyly explored his his chest and tummy, feeling the muscles that were there. All of sudden there were no barriers between them, and they were deeply, passionaltly kissing each other. He gently laid her down and made love to her with the warm water pelting down their skin. Her small hands roamed his back, his hair, his face as they kissed. The water danced on his skin, dripping onto hers. They called out for each other as he collapsed upon her. "I love you so much Patrick, I've been waiting for you for so long"

Their eyes were full of tears. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I had to wait for you." Her arms wrapped around him tightly, then unlatched to run up and down his back and then his hair. "I love you too, Teresa so very much." He watched her as he said that, she watched him. He gently laid his head back down on her chest, while his arms wrapped underneath her. He could feel her heartbeat. Beating for him. He never separated himself from her, the moment was just to perfect to move. "Am I hurting you?'' "No Patrick, your not hurting me." She was still lovingly stroking his hair. "Am I too heavy for you, I don't want to hurt you." "Your not too heavy, and your not hurting me." With that he gently snuggled back to her chest as heartbeat lulled him to a deep peaceful sleep. Only too be suddenly woke up to hear very strange sounds going on around him.

Well I'm beat, it took all night to write that, first in my notebook, then on my computer. I hope you all enjoy it. I was doing pretty good, and my cat tipped her water bowl over on my foot. Causing me to jump about two good feet LOL :0) Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter. I am going to bed:0) Please read and review!!! :0) Thank you all so much again for your support, it really means a lot to me!!! :0)

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