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Teresa was so warm, not hot like yesterday. She could tell by the feeling in her bedroom that the air conditioning had returned back to life. She was wrapped around something else warm too, while being snuggled in. She opened her eyes to see what she was snuggled to, and smiled, she was wrapped up, and snuggled on top of Patrick. He had his arms wrapped around her, she could also tell he was sleeping great, judging by the soft sounds of his snoring, his lips were also slightly parted. She smiled as she watched him, and couldn't help but think it was because he wasn't in the haunted house, but with her. Before laying back down on his chest, she noticed the light dusting of hair, and smiled, she also noticed how muscular, and strong he was. She didn't want to wake him, so she laid down, she could not believe how intimate this was, she was laying on top of him. How did she get there? She heard him swallow, and he softly sighed, as he pulled her even more close to him. His left hand ran up and down her back, while his right one massaged and played with her hair. She couldn't deny how wonderful this felt, she loved him, but she wondered how much he loved her. Yes they were very close, they had a lot in common, from someone looking at them they would make a perfect couple. Both had troubled childhoods, and both had lost people that they loved. They had seen some serious bad times, but got through it. She was still worried about his confession, even though he said he was better now. As she laid there, she breathed in his scent, he smelt masculine. She smiled, she was suddenly very glad she had decided to shave her legs. She smiled at the thought. As she laid there in his arms, she thought that this would be a good time to talk about her thoughts of him moving.

"Patrick, can I ask you something without you getting mad?" "Why would I get mad out of you?"

She took a deep breath, and said a small prayer. "Well I wandering if you would ever consider moving out." There she said. Now what on earth was he going to say? He was very quiet, but he seemed a little uneasy.

Patrick was surprised by this, but was curios, about what she had said. "I don't know, I never really thought about it." He was smiling, even though she couldn't see it. "There is an apartment for rent in, my building, right next to mine, if your interested, it looks just like mine." "Patrick's face suddenly fell, he thought she was going to ask him to move in with her, not move out by himself, to live, well by himself. He asked her something he needed to know. "Can I still come over from time to time?" "Of course, you'll just be closer by." This made him happy, but still he was now very scared, and she could feel it. "Um, Patrick are you okay?" "Um, yeah, it's just a lot to give up, and be in the shape I'm in now." "Well it is small but, its a nice place to live." "No, that's not what I meant, its just, I have so many memories there, in the new place I won't have them." Her heart broke, this was going to be tough, but she had to get him out of there, and the faster the better. "I'll check it out for you, maybe before work?" "Okay, Patrick that will be great." He didn't want to let her down, so he thought maybe if he checked it out it would make her happy.

They just laid there, not saying anything, just enjoying the cool air, and her snuggling to him. He wondered if maybe she wanted him closer to her, if that was the case then he would move, maybe she didn't feel safe about something, but deep inside he knew it was about him, she was worried about him. He didn't know if he could do this or not, but he would try. The nights before Teresa had let him in where horrible, so alone with that reminder to stare at. Anyone else would think he was sick, but she didn't judge him, just tried to help him.

Still he wasn't to happy right now, his motions had stopped, and his breathing was a bit forced. "Uh, Teresa, I got to get up." "Um, okay." She moved her body off of him and laid beside of him, that's when she notice it, he looked so hurt, yet angry. He set up in bed and stood up. "I gotta go, I'll see you later." As he was getting ready to leave, Teresa had to run out of bed just to catch him. "Wait, I thought we were going to check out the apartment before work." "I, uh, I don't have a shirt to put on." "I sleep in athletic shirts sometimes, I think they would fit you, they're bigger than me." He could tell she knew he was upset, and trying to lighten the mood. As she turned to go back upstairs, he watched her, and shook his head, he couldn't believe how he felt now, and how he felt yesterday at this time. She came back down with a light blue Adidas shirt, and handed it to him. He put it on. "Um, give me a minute to shower, and we'll go, okay?" "Yeah, okay." She watched him as he set on the couch. She headed back upstairs, grabbed her light blue jeans, a white cap sleeve top, which had some ruffles on it, her socks, bra and panties, and headed to the bathroom. She wondered what she had done wrong, was it something she had said? She shook her head as she started the water, she stripped out of her jammies, and wondered when she went downstairs if he would be gone. She climbed in and rinsed herself off, trying to get relaxed a little, she was a little shaky were she had ran after him after just waking up, she washed her hair, then took her bath, she inhaled the scents around her trying to calm herself down. When she was finished she rinsed off. She got out, dried herself off, and combed her hair out. She fixed her bangs and brushed her teeth, then got dressed, as she walked out, she wasn't meant with Patrick's wonderful cooking, or smiling face for that matter. She put her hair up with a butterfly clip, it was brown so it would match her hair, she added a little perfume, and headed down. She missed the weather report last night, but already knew ahead of time it was going to be hot.

Patrick set and waited fer her. He didn't have to wait very long, he was meant with her feminine scents. He smiled at that. He turned to see her, and she offered him a smile, one that said she was confused. He never seen her in this top before, she looked so feminine, and light. "Are you ready Patrick, the landlord gave me the key, he said we could check it out whenever we wanted." Wow, he thought, she was planning this for awhile now. "Yeah, I'm ready." "Okay, come on then." They walked over and were meant with the heat, hotter than yesterday, then she opened the door to his hopefully new place. "Come on in." She coaxed at him. He entered and looked around, letting her take the lead. "Look, you have a beautiful view of the beach." He didn't say anything, just listened to her tell him how great everything was. It was a very nice apartment, it reminded him of her, only before she had moved into it. Nice kitchen, even a little laundry room. She lead him upstairs, and they checked out the bedrooms, he had two, one was a spare, she had thought maybe he could have it a den or something like that, and the other his. He also had two bathrooms, one full one upstairs, which was really nice, one a smaller bathroom downstairs. They walked out of the bathroom and walked into what would be his bedroom, he was stunned, he hadn't been in an empty bedroom that didn't have that face on it. He thought it was strange not to see it starring back at him, but it was a good strange. She still talked as she continued to show him around, looking very hopeful, then they both walked back downstairs. "Well, what do you think?" "I'll think about it, I gotta go get a shower, I see you at work later, okay?" "Okay." No hugs or kisses bye this time, he just left, she was still inside the apartment. She came out and locked it up. She was hungry, but she would grab something at work.

She opened her apartment back up to grab her gun, her badge, and her money, and headed out, setting the alarm and locking it up. She walked to her car, when she got in it hit her, she knew why he was so upset, he thought she was going to ask him to move in with her. "How could I have missed that?" She though to herself. As she pulled into work, she saw his little blue car and smiled, he was here, that was a good thing. When she got to her floor, she got a look at him, he was wearing medium blue dress pants and a light gray striped button down shirt, his hair was still wet, and he smelt wonderful. She smiled at him as he made some tea, putting ice in it. "Hey, you look nice today." She told him smiling, when he turned around he looked the same way he did at the apartment, hurt and angry. "Hey." Was all he said as he headed for his couch, not saying anything to her. He didn't miss the hurt in her face. She shook her head and headed for her office. She unpacked and turned the computer on, and wondered how to fix this.

The day went on, long and even boring, no leads again today, which she hated, that meant Red John was planning something, that was never good. She was happy for the long day to end, Patrick hadn't came in all day, he was not himself, and it scared her. As she checked all of her stuff to make sure everything was turned off properly, she headed out. As she turned she saw him laying on his couch, on his side facing out. She walked up to him.

Patrick heard her, and knew she was coming over to talk to him, but he was to upset to talk now. He just wanted some time to think about things. "Patrick, I'm heading out, if you need anything, your more than welcome to come over, okay?" "Okay Teresa, thank you." He was very much not like himself. She walked away from him, very unsatisfied with her results. How on earth was she suppose to think he would want to move in with her, and how was she going to mend their friendship.

She got home and opened the door to see that it was cool, which felt wonderful. She was very happy that the office had been cool too. She closed the door behind her and locked it up, she figured he might show up so didn't bother with the alarm, she thought she would take her shower first then get something to nibble on, she hadn't ate anything from being upset. She walked upstairs and got her clothes for tonight, a thin long sleeve light blue v-neck shirt, and a pair of floral light blue shorts, she grabbed some new undies and headed inside to her little comfort fort. She started the water, wondering if Patrick would take that apartment. She stripped once again and crawled in. the water was warm, and very relaxing to her aching muscles, she was so tense. She rinsed herself, and washed her hair, then showered. She remembered when Patrick was smiling at her, yesterday morning, but is morning how upset he was. She was just trying to help him. She rinsed off and turned the water off. She then got out and dried herself off and got her jammies on for the night. She then dried her hair, and fixed her bangs, brushed her teeth and headed back downstairs. She went to the fridge and was meant with the strawberries they had on their picnic together. She took them out and nibbled on them, and some watermelon pieces too. When she was done she closed the little container back up, and placed them back in the fridge. She left her little light on downstairs, and noticed the little seashells they had collected. She gently ran her fingers over them. Why did she feel like this? She shook her head and headed back upstairs, before she climbed in she turned her fan on, just the one facing her side this time. She crawled in and sighed, the pillow smelt like him. She couldn't help but wonder and worry about what he was up to.

Patrick was not to happy, he was pacing up and down the bull pen. Then he decided he couldn't take it anymore, he headed out, and to his house, he wanted to see how it felt tonight. As he climbed in his car, he was thinking of Teresa, and wondered why she wanted him closer, but still alone. He shook his head and frowned. It had to be something he was missing. He reached his destination and climbed out of his car, and headed up to unlock the door, he then turned the light on when he was inside. The same as always, empty. He hated this house now, it wasn't a home anymore, he wondered if he would ever have a home again, ever be able to have a family again. No one knew what went on in this house but him, he didn't tell Teresa everything. How he would talk to his wife at night, how he would close his eyes and pretend he was holding her, how he had sprayed her perfume on his pillow to breath in her scent. He loved his wife so much, he was very faithful to her, they where madly in love in each other, they rarely argued, and when they did they made up almost instantly. She didn't know how he kept his little girls teddy bear by the side of of bed and clung to it all night. He was hurting so much, he knew what he had to do to have some peace and begin to somewhat to heal. He took a deep breath and headed to their room, and opened the closet, and started pulling down boxes, he set in the floor and went through everyone, all thirty, he had only saved the most precious of items. He went through them one by one, it took hours, he reminisced as he went through them, he was filled with happy times. He even had all of his daughters drawings she had made him. He once had them all over his office. He cried with these memories. He suddenly had a great urge to share these wonderful things with someone dear to him. Teresa. He placed everything back just how they once where, and headed to his car one by one, then locked his car up, and headed back to the house. He went back upstairs, stripped and showered rather fast, got out dried somewhat off, put his boxers on and another pair of shorts, this time navy blue, ran back downstairs, grabbed his wallet, cell phone, his paperclip, and his car keys, and slipped his shoes on, he had the urge to look at the clock on the stove, it said 2:30am. He smiled, he would be there by 3:00. He set the alarm, locked up and headed out.

Teresa wasn't exactly sleeping well, she was miserable, even crying. She didn't know how to confront him. He had come so far with her, opened up about so many things, and now it felt like he had closed himself off to her completely. She twisted and turned, all over the bed.

Patrick came up to her apartment and parked the car. He got out and locked it up. As he walked up he noticed her little light was on by the door, just like last night. He smiled as he walked up to the door. He used his paperclip to get in. As he walked in, he shut and locked the door, then set the alarm, he thought to himself he should tell her he knew the code. He dumped all of his stuff on the little table, kicked off his shoes and headed upstairs with her. He was smiling as he walked up the steps, but something wasn't right, he could hear her through the door, she was crying. As he turned to walk in her door, he noticed she was on her side, her back facing him. Apparently she hadn't even noticed he was in the room with her. It broke his heart to hear her. Then he made his way slowly to her bed. "Teresa, what's wrong, why are you crying?" "Um, what?" She looked over at her clock, 3am exactly. She stayed on her side, trying to wipe away her tears, but it was to late for that, he already knew. "Teresa, I'm so sorry for how mean I was today, I didn't mean to hurt you, please know that, can you forgive me, please Teresa?" He was now setting on the bed with her, she could smell his scent, it was what she needed, to know he was there. He gently turned her to face him, he gently wiped her tears away with his thumb. It broke his heart to know he caused this, he was such a jerk to her this morning, he was so upset, he hadn't meant to be. "Please don't cry Teresa, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Teresa, please don't cry." With that he laid next to her and pulled her close to him. "I don't want you to shut me out, you came so far the other night, and it feels like now you went twelve steps back." "I know, I was just very upset, I didn't know how to take what you asked me, so I thought about it, all day and then when I went there again, Teresa, I packed their things, I want to try to move in the apartment, I know it would be better than what I have." Teresa was floored, she couldn't believe her ears. She turned her head up and positioned herself so she could see him. "Patrick, are you sure, you don't have to, I just thought you would be closer, you wouldn't have to drive a half an hour, you could just show up, I think it would be nice to have you closer, and you would be happier." They both smiled. This made his world a lot lighter, she still wanted him around her. "Can I still, um, you know, this." "You mean sleep here, yes of course, nothing changes, your still more then welcome to come over any time you want to." With that he hugged her tightly against him, he kissed her head, and she kissed his chest. He snuggled her in with the comforter and sheet, as she cuddled more to him. He breathed in her scent. He felt like this was the beginning of something. "Thank you Teresa, tomorrow I have some things I want to show to you, if you don't mind." "Patrick I would love that." "Okay then, goodnight Teresa." "Goodnight Patrick." They held each other, and became relaxed as they fell asleep in each others arms, both on their sides, snuggling tightly, and limbs tangled together.

Okay, two days, I know it's kinda short, but I got a lot going on at the moment. LOL So maybe next time longer. Also note the rough chapter is coming up, It might be the in the next one, so you've been warned, it's very rough. I hope you liked this, please read and review.

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