From One-shot,. the story has been promoted to multi-chapter, although I'm not quite sure how many more you'll have; Many of you asked for a sequel, and so, I thought about giving a bit more of space to Annie and the marvelous Jisbon romace we're still waiting to see in "reality"...

As always, thanks to everyone who, with reviews, or putting me and the story on alert or on fav, gave me resons to go on with this story.

And, please, keep in mind: I still don't ow the mentalist...


After having had Lucas, both Patrick and Teresa decided they were going to maintain the promise they made to each other; they wanted to get married properly (Well, Teresa wanted to get married properly; Patrick just wanted what made Teresa happy, and if a big, white and boring wedding was what made her happy, he wasn't going to complain- especially if she did him the pleasure to do everything on her own and leave him out. He could survive everything, but he was pretty sure that he couldn't survive the joined forces of Teresa, Claire, Grace and a wedding planner…) but they knew they could both wait. Their son was their first priority, as they remembered themselves, at loud, they day Father Lucas Christianized his namesake, with Mick and a very 6 months pregnant of twins ("like I knew you were pregnant the moment you stepped in hospital, I know you'll get a boy and a girl" had said Jane as Annie had run into his arms to give him the news 3 months earlier) Claire as godparents of the child the day he turned 5 months old.

Besides… besides, technically, they were already married, so they had to allow a certain other couple to get married properly first, and, grinning, while sitting doing a Sudoku puzzle in Teresa's office on their first day back from leave, Patrick couldn't help but think that it was going to happen sooner that they all expected (after all, wasn't him the great and almighty mentalist, who could read them all as an open book? Who was he kidding? Reading Rigsby was even easier than reading an open book in your own language!)

"Do I want to know about what you are thinking about?" she asked him without stopping to look at the reports and all the paperwork she had to do on her first day back (because, apparently, his concept of behaving was still a bit different from their own, and her husband still requested special… controls).

"Just that I have to be at the day nursery in a couple of hours, honey, that's all"

"Do you think that they'll get married soon? – She said standing in front of him, hands in the back pockets of her black jeans – I mean, Rigsby and Van pelt have been back together for almost an year and an half now, and everybody knows they'll eventually get married, so I wonder, why do you think he isn't asking her yet?"

Ok, wait a sec, what the hell was happening? He was the mentalist, he was the one who was supposed to know things and do tricks with people's mind, not her! Not at all, she was Saint Teresa, and he was the only one allowed to be the great and almighty mentalist!

"Patrick?" she had to call him at least 4 times, before he actually answered herm and, even when he did, he stood, going in front of her, his eyes as dark as they hadn't been in a long time, his voice husky and terribly sexy…

"You know I definitely have a bad influence on you, my dear Teresa – he said kissing the tender skin of her neck and sucking it where the collar of the shirt was going to hide his love marks – and it's terribly sexy…"

Smiling and laughing, putting her curate hands on his chest, she pushed him away from her, crossing her arms, smirking at him.

"How do you know he is going to propose?" she asked him, facing each other but at opposite sides of the room, her against her desk, him against the door.

"Wayne asked me advice on the ring's choosing - he had to admit, a bit annoyed (but he was sure that, hadn't Rigsby gone to him for advice, he still had knew that the man was going to propose). How do you know it?"

"Grace needed a notepad, and, while he was out to talk with a witness, she raided his desk looking for one. She found the ring in one of the drawers – Teresa paused, amused, looking at Jane and then outside, trying to image the scene in her head, unable to, since the only proposes she had ever seen were the ones form movies and Jane's odd ones – she'll want the big, white wedding"

"We'll have the white, big wedding – he said calmly, at low voice – That, of course, if you still want it"

"Let them get married first. I mean, we know he'll propose, and we know Grace will say yes, so, I don't see why we should run into things again"

He grinned at closed eyes, his head against the glass surface at his back; he knew what she was talking about; everybody was asking them why running into this as they did (both her family and the CBI gang thought it was because she was pregnant) but, well… ok, maybe they got together during the first date, and maybe he asked her to marry him just a couple of months after said experience, but, hey, where they counting the years and years of foreplay? Hell, no! In his eyes, they had been done the dance for even a way too long, and every damn night (well, at least in the night she wasn't keeping him busy with… family activities) he asked himself why waiting for that long… ("Well, because you're an egomaniacal, showinistic, self-centered asshole who couldn't handle the thought of relying on someone else, Patrick" she answered him with her most lovable sarcastic grin as he dared, in one of his dreamy states, to ask her why he had been that idiot loose all that precious time "and before you could reply, Patrick, I didn't do the first move because I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of saying that you were able to win me over like you used to do with the rest of female global population. And, no Patrick, I'm not being sarcastic")

Given Teresa a last kiss while interlacing their fingers (her ringed fingers, since, after her number with Hightower, she had started wearing them both everyday on her hands and no longer around her neck), Patrick had to say goodbye to his wife, even if neither of them really wanted to (apparently, they both possessed the ability to transform a cast kiss into a heavy make-out session, heavy and extremely hot, make out session) but forced by law (listening to Hightower cursing them because they were doing what they wanted to at the office? No, thanks, besides, he still loved his job and wanted to keep it as long as possible), and common sense (he really did prefer pregnant and hormonal Tess, all driven by hormones, craving for his body all night and day…) and decency ("Patrick, we work here, we can't, ok? It's not… it's the office!").

"I'll go get Lucas. Do you want something special for dinner?"

"Just your best recipe" she said grinning and laughing, coming back to her work, and the paperwork the man needed.

At eight o' clock (yeah, it was weird, and she found incredible: she had not one, but two reasons to get back home before midnight! Why wasn't she having champagne everyday to celebrate? It was something worth celebrating; it was, like, the man on the moon, or the greatest scientific discovery of the century!) She run back home, and, once inside, she threw her purse on the carpet and run to him, still busy in the kitchen, and, her hands on his shoulders, she kept jumping like s child.

"Do I want to know?" he asked her with a quizzical look, the look she was usually sending him when he behaved weirdly (sometimes he woke up in the middle on the night, a bit freaked out about how much she was influencing him. Ah, and he was the one talking about a bad influence…)

"You should have seen it! It was almost six, and we were doing paperwork; Wayne had acted weirdly the whole afternoon, until, out of the blue, he leaves his desk, and, once in front of Grace's one, he kneels and, alls serious and worried, asks her to marry him! You should have seen him, all grown up and big boy and all, but freaked out as a kid!"

"I'll not bother remembering you how my proposal had been a way better than this; I'll just say that your body language tells me that she said yes…"

"No shit, psych" she said laughing, while "stealing" a bit of the sauce he had done for the pasta.

"Language, woman, our son is here, sleeping, but still here –laughing like her, he gave on her hand, the one that was still holding a piece of bread, a wooden spoon – and stop stealing. Few minutes and you'll get everything you want"

"Everything I want, you said? – She got closer, and, taken him for the collar of the shirt, kissed him languidly, with dark eyes full of lust and desire and malice – you must be careful with what you say, Mr. Jane, I could expect you to maintain your word…"

Knowing too well that Lucas had eaten just half an hour before and that, thanks to his blessed rhythms, wasn't going to wake up for another good hour or so, walking backward so that he could see her in the eyes, Teresa reached with patience their bedroom, trying to not break contact with him, slowing undressing herself along the way, so that, once at the door, just her panties were still on.

"Good thing you are still asleep, bud, otherwise you'd be ruined for life… - he looked at Luc, trying to do as he had done many times, when his mind dared to go in places it wasn't supposed to in times that weren't suitable for such thoughts – you should ask your mother if she is thinking about building a soccer team, because, if this is the foreplay, I really don't mind…- he paused, smirking at the still asleep kid – or maybe she simply hates me, and enjoys a way too much turning me on without any reason."

"Patrick – she said crossing her arms, again out of the bedroom, this time in nothing but her birth-day suite – you know, I'm in serious need of a shower, but apparently, taking down that suspect this morning didn't do any good to my poor back… do you think that you could put Lucas in his crib and come here to help me?"

"I'm here to serve and please you, darling – he said taking his son in his arms leaving him in the nursery, switching on the baby monitor and taking one of the wireless speakers with himself – besides, I did promise you everything you wanted, right?"

"And we all know that Patrick Jane always keeps his promises – she said with a low, seductive voice, malice well recognizable, grabbing him for the collar and kissing him again, just to leave him all high and wishful for more, walking in the shower followed by him like she was some goddess and he was his trusted and faithful follower- especially the ones made to the Lisbon's women…"