Hello to my favorite readers! (Okay, any readers are my favorite, but that is beside the point) I wanted to clear up a couple little details: I know that on the show Patrick has his home above the police station, but I made it in this story that he has his own small apartment. Just in case those of you who are sensitive about details would notice. I also switch between first and last names in the story. That may get annoying, but since they both refer to each other with both names, I thought that I would just use the name that I think fits the moment the best. Minor details, but I just thought I would explain. Anyway, on with the story! ENJOY!

Teresa quickly ran to her home and changed into some comfy clothes before driving to Patrick's apartment. She was hoping that she would be able to get the papers signed easily and sent off, so she could try to get back to her normal life. But part of her was also looking forward to talking with Jane, something she had put off for a while. They needed to sort out this whole thing and figure out what their next step would be.

She arrived at his house wit four minutes to spare and knocked on his door. His smiling face answered it and he motioned her inside. His smile both put her at ease but also on her guard. She was impressed with his preparations: Take-out was already on the coffee table, with some wine on the side. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Wine?" He shrugged.

"I think that we need to loosen up a bit, especially since you have looked like you have been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders for a while." She had to agree, she really did need some drink in her to relax.

Nothing much was said as they dug into their food and opened the wine. Both seemed to be skimming the whole issue, neither knowing how to begin. So, they just kept eating and drinking. A lot. Jane seemed to have quite a few bottles of wine and they just kept refilling their glasses. Every time they would empty their glasses, one or the other would try to say something, but nothing seemed right, so they would just refill their glasses and sit silently.

Of course, drinking more and more does nothing to help two people in an awkward moment get past it in an adult way. It tends to just fling them past the issue they were worried about in the first place and make them bumbling idiots with no judgmental skills. Which is what happened after about the third bottle of wine.

"No, I'm serious, he did say that." Teresa explained, laughing. Jane laughed with her at the somewhat funny story she was telling about old cases.

"And what did you say back?" He asked, reaching for his wine glass that was somehow on the floor now.

Teresa shrugged, still laughing. "I honestly cannot remember. I think it was something about peguins, but that could be a totally unrelated topic."

Patrick laughed and tried to take a sip of his wine, only to find his glass empty. He slowly reached for the wine bottle, his hands shaky and his vision funny. "What some more?"

Teresa nodded and set her glass on the coffee table, almost spilling what little wine that was left on the floor. "Sure, more wine is never a bad thing."

Patrick tipped the bottle, only to find it empty as well. He frowned. "We really drink wine fast. I should stock up on wine next time."

Teresa laughed. "Next time? I seriously doubt there will be a next time."

Patrick laughed and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Teresa rolled her eyes. "Because we can't keep meeting like this. Why will our boss say?"

Patrick mimicked her eye rolling. "Well, what would say about Vegas, hmmm? I think we have a lot more issues then our chummy time together with a bottle of wine."

Teresa tried to glare at him, but nothing much came of it. "I think you did that whole marriage thing on purpose. Just like you are doing this whole night on purpose. You wanted me to get so stinking drunk that I would be open to anything."

Patrick shook his head. "I did not want you to get drunk. I wanted to talk, but obviously wanting to talk and actually talking are two different things. I cannot help it that you get crazy when you drink."

Teresa tried to hit him, but missed by a good foot. "Crazy? I'm the one that's crazy? You can talk all you want, but I am perfectly capable of coherent thinking even if my vision is a little woozy." She stood up, leaning on the couch for support, she got her purse. "In fac, I am so full of coherent thinking that I am going to get you to sign these stupid anullment papers and call me a cab so I can go home." She fumbled through her purse, mumbling, "Now where did I put those stupid papers?

Patrick stood up, stumbling slightly. "Here, let me help. If that is what you want, then I'll do it." He tried to reach for her purse, but she slapped his hand.

"I am perfectly capable of finding papers, thank you very much." He gave up and just stood next to her, leaning on the couch. She smiled triumphantly. "Ah, here they are! Now, I just need to find her a pen." A black pen materialized in front of her face and she stared at its owner.

"Here," Patrick said.

Teresa reached to take it, but as she clasped it in her hand, neither of them let go or took away. She found herself staring at Jane, no one breaking the somewhat blurry look between them. Before either of them could think, the pen had dropped, along with the purse, and they were kissing, stumbling and trying to move together in the general direction of Patrick's bedroom.

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