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 soprry for the delay, but work was too much to handle, time is what it is, so, I'm kind of sure that i'll get this story weekly 8also because my muse is abandoning me and I don't really know where I'm going to go with this one..)

Oh, yes, the damn disclaimer: seriosuly, do we really have to do it? Because, Jeez, if I'd own them, I'd not be here writing it, I'd be the writeer of a TV Shows and, well, we'd have the LIsbon romance for real...

meanwhile, I just "write, draw, create, dream, hope and believe in Bruno, waiting for him to be blessed bu the light of reason..." (No, this discalimer isn't mine, it belongs to one fo the girls who wite Mentalist fiction on the italian site efpfiction, but don't tell me many of you don't share this vision...)


Behind any prevision, her marriage was working, even if the first time she met him she thought Patrick was the worst thing it could happen to a woman and was behind repair; there were arguments, that was for sure, and the first moths after Lucas' birth had been hard for them, with Patrick being so scared he was going to fail them, but, mostly, when they argued, they argued about work related issues. So, the day she was going to get married to him again, in a proper way, while getting ready with Grace's help in the canonic, she knew it was going to work, that all the 5 of them were going to make them.

After all, what could go wrong? everything was perfect; she was getting married with Patrick in a church, like she had always wanted, she was wearing a long white dress that made her feel like the most beautiful woman of the planet even if she was 8 months and 1 week pregnant with twins, she had her something new (the dress), something blue (her lingerie), something old (her mother's crux), something borrowed (Grace's long earrings with small emeralds), the organ was playing the classical wedding music, the flowers were everywhere and were perfects, and the place was full of friends, family and people they knew.

"Sometimes I wonder how Jane managed to not jump on you sooner – Grace told her while giving the last touches to the soft curls – although it seems that he can any longer keeps his hands off of you"

"Or maybe it's the other way around – she joked lightly, just to turn to look at her coworker/friend – sometimes I wonder why he choose me, of all the women he could get, it's still so…"

"Patrick's gotten into a fight!"

Teresa was supposed to walk at him any minute, but Patrick still felt nervous, like she could actually walk away (they were already married, and she was pregnant with her second and third child), she had even been the one to ask for it, so he really didn't have to be worried.

Suddenly, as a shadow in the back of the church took his attention, he froze.

"Jane, are you ok?" As he saw Patrick's eyes, dark and void, Wayne got worried, worried and confused, there was something that… that scared him a little.

"I'll be back in a minute" almost running, Patrick followed the shadow, with something in his eyes that could be described only as rage. He wondered why and why the person was there, and he was so lost in his thoughts he even didn't noticed Claire running after him with Lucas in her arms.

"What the hell do you think you are doing here?" he shouted as he grabbed the man for the shoulders, forcing him to turn so they could be face to face; right then, he didn't care of he wasn't being respectful, he didn't care where he was. He was blind. Claire, seeing the man now facing her as well, froze; maybe they weren't the same, but the traits were there.

"C'mon pat, don't you think you should be nicer with your old man?"

Claire was scared and worried. The man was really Patrick's father, so; and they didn't even know he was still alive… he had never talked about his family like Teresa as well, not with them, at least, so they all assumed he was an orphan.

"Patrick?" she asked gripping the baby in her arms, with the feeling a storm was coming.

"Claire, go. I'll get rid of him and I'll be back"

"Claire, so this isn't your wife to be. I heard her name's Teresa, right? I hope she is not your mistress, it would be rather inappropriate, bringing her to your own wedding…"

"I'd never cheat on my wife; I'm not some bastard who buys people's trust"

"Yeah, well, Son, I remember someone paying the role of the fake psych quite willingly"

"And – Patrick answered with venom – I remember a man convincing a dying girl he could heal her just because she was rich, I remember his son not agreeing, I remember the boy moving away as soon s he could, and I remember you not giving a damn about me until now!"

"Wonna daddy" Lucas said, holding his aunt's hands with all the force his small hands had, quite scared.

"Oh, Patrick, I think a father could go to his son's wedding when he learns of it..."

"You've never been a father to me in the first place, so drop the act and tell me what you are after. Is it money? Tell me how much you want and disappear!"

"Patrick, what a hypocrite you are. You shouldn't behave this way with me, you know? You may have escaped from the carnival, but you never run away from who you were. A part of me is so proud of you, of how you manipulated people; how you claimed to be a psych… and the number you did with that serial killer, Red John! Tell me, Patrick have you ever thought that you'd never met Teresa, if not for me?"

"I'm serious, go away" he said trying to fight the urge to fight.

"Of course, she is nothing like your first wife, I'm sure; the woman was stunning, and this one is just a detective, she can't be that good. I wonder why you settled down for her, considering that you could trick any woman you wanted in your bed... you know, I remember a newspaper saying you'd been spotted with Kristina Frey, the psych. You should have stayed with her; you'd made money like no one before you in the ring…"

Without caring to reply, he jumped in his father, and started to wrestle with him on the floor, and not even Lucas' desperate cry seemed able to stop him from fighting with his own father.

"Patrick's gotten into a fight!"

Teresa's thought had been suddenly stopped by Claire's arrival; her sister in law was dressed with same fluffy violet dress Grace had on, but was clearly in shock and scared… and her baby boy, Teresa's 16 months baby boy, was as well; in his aunt's arms, Lucas was crying desperate.

"Did he do it? Did he get scared of the fight?" mad beyond reason with Patrick, Teresa stood, regaining all her strength, and run in direction of where the voices come from; once she saw what was going on, she froze, and understood why Claire seemed in shock; with a broken voice and her hands shaking, she did the only thing she could think of.

"JANE!" As she cried with rage and fury, all the attendants turn turned to see what was going on and Minelli and Hightower even decided to approach the scene.

Slowly, Teresa reopened her eyes, and looked at the scene; Patrick was taking for the collar the man he had previously been fighting with, and said man was grinning, standing the both of them still, both their eyes focused on the woman, although in different manner, since all she could understand for her husband's eyes was a simple word: sorry.

"I seriously hope that neither of you all has something to do with him being here" he said at his wife's address, even if he knew she hadn't done it- but he couldn't be that sure for their co-workers, he was pretty sure that was Grace's idea of wedding present, after all, so romantic she was, he could definitely see her whishing for a family reunion.

"Oh, the bride, so this is Teresa. I see she is pregnant, tell me Patrick, are you marring her because you knocked her out and she didn't want to get rid of it? Don't tell me you've decided to grown up and be responsible…"

As the man said so, Patrick tried to hit again, but Teresa stopped her husband just in time, getting in his way; Patrick was so mad, he wasn't even noticing his son crying for him. "Claire, bring Lucas away, I don't want him to see Patrick this way. And you – she said pointing at her husband – you better have a good reason for your behavior, because this is too much even for you!"

"Just, please, tell me he found out on his own, that it wasn't you all…"

"Patrick, I've never met this man before, I don't even know who he is!"

"Steve Jane, miss… Lisbon. I'm your father in law to be"

"Don't you dare to use that word? You've never been a father to me!"

"You may not like it, but I am your father, and you, son, you are your father's son." As he said so, he laughed, like making fun of the son he really never gave too much about if it wasn't concerning money, and Patrick hit him again, stronger, harder. His "father" didn't know him, he didn't know Lily and her mother, he didn't know Teresa or Lucas, and he wasn't going to know the twins. He had no right, he had absolutely no right.

So caught in the fight, Patrick didn't saw what was going on around him, not until Minelli and Wayne stopped him with the force.

"Let it go of me, he has to learn…"

"Jane, damn, enough of this, Teresa needs you!" Patrick looked in his old boss' eyes, and saw what he registered in his voice: fear, pain, rage, sufferance… so he stopped, and he turned to see what was going on. On the floor, in fetal position, there was Teresa, in a pool of blood, of her own blood, blood coming from her intimate area. Running to her side, he took her hand in his own, knowing that it wasn't suppose to go this way, and that it was too early for the twins to be born… it wasn't right, and it was all his fault.