Hello again, my fantastic and wonderful readers! I suddenly got super inspired to write this out, so I had a ton of fun writing this. It was a nice change from all the drama of previous chapters, and I hope to keep up the fun pace. So, please ENJOY!
Teresa starred at the computer, rubbing her eyes occasionally, as she typed out a report. Finally, she hit the last key and saved it, leaning back to stretch, as she looked outside her office, she noticed that it was unusually empty. She glanced at her clock.
11:00pm.
She groaned. No wonder she felt exhausted. Everyone had long since gone home and she had pulled another late night. She sat up and grabbed a blanket. No use going home, she would just have to sleep here again.
As she settled down on her couch, her eyelids slowly drooping, she suddenly thought of something:
Where was Jane?
As this common worry went through her mind, her mind drifted into sleep.
About an hour later, her eyes flew open. She had heard something. Her gun was in her desk so she clutched at her shoe that was by the couch, ready to defend herself if necessary. She looked around, but saw no movement. She slowly moved her head and started to sit up, looking around outside her office carefully.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her mouth, covering it with a damp cloth. Teresa was about to grab the arm, but quickly darkness overtook her once more.
When Teresa slowly began to reawaken, her first sensation was the sound of birds. And waves. And the feeling of sand under her hands. She opened her eyes, blinking at the brightness that surrounded her. She carefully sat up, looking around.
She was on a beach. Palm trees surrounded the coast, the sea crashed onto the beach, and birds called out to her from their nests.
How in the world...?
"Good morning Lisbon."
Teresa spun around, crouching into a defensive stance. She glared at the voice's owner.
"JANE! WHAT..."
"Don't shout, you'll scare the birds." Patrick Jane responded, sitting under an umbrella sipping tea, with his feet propped up, looking quite pleased with himself.
Teresa continued to glare at him. "What did you do? Where am I?"
"What did I do? I merely stole you away to a tropical paradise for a few days, or weeks, vacation, filled with singing birds, swaying palm trees, and yummy drinks with those little umbrella things. I love those umbrella things. Very festive."
"But why? Did you drug me?"
"Oh, yeah, I did. Just a little chloroform, nothing serious. And I made sure you were comfortable on the trip here," He took another sip, "And as to why I did it, I think you know the answer."
Teresa stayed silent.
Jane put his teacup down. "But, since you probably don't want to talk about that right now, how about some breakfast? I have French Toast, with maple syrup and powdered sugar that has your name on it...Literally. I spelled it out with the powdered sugar. Well, kind of. The syrup kind of ran everywhere, made a mess, so now it is just swirly...things. But still, it did have your name on it once. Want it?"
Teresa was about to go on a tirade against Jane, but her stomach grumbled. She could not remember the last time she ate. Plus, that syrup spelled really good.
Teresa sighed. "Fine. Where's a fork?"
Patrick grinned at her, motioning to the seat beside his table. As she unhappily sat down, Patrick picked up his teacup once again and took a sip.
This was going to be fun.
After a silent breakfast, Teresa got up and stormed towards the beach house.
It was a small house, right on the beach, situated far from any road or other people. Patrick had been pleased to find it, in order to gain privacy, but Teresa failed to see the positive side to being in the middle of nowhere.
Instead, Teresa was stomping around the house, trying to find the bathroom, while Patrick slowly walked in, leaning against the doorpost. She refused to acknowledge him, proceeding to open every door until she found a small bathroom off the kitchen. She shut herself up inside it and Patrick was left alone.
He calmly put his tea cup in the kitchen and then waited outside the bathroom door. He heard water running and knew that she had to be washing her face and brushing her teeth. Eventually, the water was turned off and the door slowly opened. Teresa glared at Patrick, who just smiled.
"Take me back," She commanded. Patrick thought about that for a second.
"No," He replied, still smiling.
"Yes."
"No."
"YES!"
"Still no."
"JANE!"
"Still no."
Teresa sputtered for a second, fuming over his attitude. She stomped back into the living room and sat on the couch, glaring ahead of her. Patrick sat down on the chair beside the couch and waited.
Eventually, Teresa calmed down a bit and groaned. "Jane, please just take me home."
"I can't do that," Patrick said, "You need to get away from there. You need a break. You need time to think. And you definitely need yummy drinks with little umbrellas in them."
Teresa put her head in her hands. "How do you know what I need?"
"Because I needed the same thing."
Teresa was quiet, thinking. Jane waited.
Teresa slowly nodded. "Fine, I'll stay, but only for a short time."
Patrick smiled, inside doing a victory dance.
"But first, you have to do something for me?"
"What?"
"Bring me one of those yummy drinks with the umbrellas."
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