Chapter 6

A/N: I'd like to apologize for the massive delay. School is hectic, I don't even know where I find the time to breathe. I'm also having a bit of writers' block with this one. I have an idea for a new fic. It's set in the age when they were WAY younger. Patrick and Teresa had been best friends since they were both five. But the tragic death of her mother forces Teresa and her family to move, never to contact Patrick again. But when Teresa decides to see a psychic in hopes of communicating with her dead mother and she coincidentally bumps into Patrick, problems ensue. So, waddya think?

Disclaimer: I don't think it's necessary to put these in every chapter, am I right? I mean we've already established the fact that I don't own that brilliant piece of work and also The Mentalist :D

It had been two weeks since his first session with Dr. Morgan and so far he hadn't made any progress. He was still living in the past and his heart ached for his family and the woman seated beside him. It wasn't fair on so many levels and he found himself wondering whether she regretted marrying him. Since that two weeks, he had had lots of other sessions with Dr. Morgan...

"Tell me about your wife."

"I was in college when I first saw her. I had quite an ego then so I just walked up to her and suavely asked for her number and the date she wanted me to pick her up," he chuckled then, reveling in the past moment before continuing, "I could never forget the look on her face."

"She said yes?" Dr. Morgan interrupted pleasantly.

He scoffed, "No. She swore to the heavens and walked away in disgust. That had never happened before... and it intrigued me." He smiled sadly.

"Of course, I kept asking her out, and eventually I guess she pitied me and agreed."

"What was her name?" She tapped away on her notepad.

Jane knew she knew what her name was, but he decided to go along with it. "Rebecca. Her name is Rebecca. Long blonde hair, and hazel eyes."

She mentally noted the way he referred to her in the present tense, as if she were still alive. It saddened her to see the pain this man was enduring. Clicking her pen, she stood suddenly, driving him out of his reverie.

"It was very pleasant to meet you, Mr. Jane. I'll be back same time tomorrow."

He nodded as he escorted her to the door.

He sneaked a glance at her through his peripheral vision and stiffened when she subconsciously brought a palm to rest on her stomach. The baby was another thing. It was one thing keeping him from just running away from it all. He couldn't do that to her. Somehow, he always knew it was a girl. His baby girl...

"Daddy! Look at me! See! You're not watching!" The bright blue-eyed little girl pouted. He tore his head away from his book and looked up at the girl riding around their little lawn, her golden curls trailing behind her. Pride swelled in his heart and a grin took over his facial features.

"You're doing it Kal! I knew you would." He stood and headed towards her.

"No thanks to you daddy!" she yelled playfully and stuck out her tongue.

He smiled as a pair of hands wrapped around his neck. He couldn't be happier.

He just couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal he felt towards his family. Would they be angry that he was still alive and they weren't because of him? He would've done anything to trade places with them, but now he had a new baby to think about. He just couldn't up and run.

He was momentarily brought out of his thoughts when he noticed a sudden shift in her demeanor.

She looked surprised, her bright green eyes were wide and suddenly she took off in a rush. Jane's eyes followed her to the bathroom before realization set in and he moved to follow her.

The door was left ajar and he entered easily. Lisbon was facing away from him, leaned over the toilet. He shifted uneasily on his feet before hesitantly approaching her to kneel beside her. He wordlessly drew her silky dark hair away from her face and gently brushed his free hand soothingly along her back. He had been in this situation before, it was one of the few things his memory wouldn't fail him on.

After a few minutes of regurgiitating everything from that day, Lisbon finally drew back and moved towards the sink.

Turning around she caught his eyes with hers.

"Thank you," she said softly.

He nodded.

It was only then that she noticed his hand hadn't moved from the crook of her neck. Their eyes connected again, and she found she had a difficult time breathing. Suddenly it seemed as if his body was shifting closer to hers. Sucking in a breath, she braced herself for what was to come.

A/N: My brother's graduation is today! Yay! So I'm off to go with my Mom. He's finally free of high school while I'm still stuck here. Not fair. Well life isn't fair so HA! Wait-- did I just stick it to myself? I'm so alone. Well, I just thought I'd leave you this little piece. More to come soon, and I think I'm getting over this writers' block. REVIEW! I'll reply to those for the previous chapter soon. Right now I have to go.

Enjoy the Mentalist episode tonight!