A/N: Thanks to the reviewers! And sorry for being a bit b*****, it was uncalled for, even though I was in a terrible mood. That's probably why that chapter was a bit angsty… This chapter gets better, I promise. They talk it out and we find out why Jane left! I'm excited…
And before I forget, it's not mine. ;)
Patrick Jane sat on the edge of the dingy, uncomfortable mattress that was covered with a red, floral, grandmother-looking pattern of the cheap, disgusting motel he forced himself to stay in. His suit jacket had been thrown on the old wooden table that looked like it was about to fall over that was by the door.
He rubbed his face roughly with his soft hands. He sat his elbows on his knees and his chin between his palms. His tears ran down the same path over his cheek bones and onto his hands. It was all wrong.
He loved Angela, and his gorgeous daughter, Charlotte. But he loves Lisbon. He was devoted to Ang and Charlotte. Lisbon is devoted to him.
He ran away from Lisbon. They were about to do it, about to be together. And he ran. He knew it was wrong, when he was seeing Angela instead of Lisbon while he undressed her. He had thought he was ready, ready to love Lisbon and be there for her. Maybe he was wrong. That had only happened once before.
He was guilty. He had almost broken a promise. To his wife. Would he break another promise? She he actually feel guilty? After all, she was dead. She would never find out, he knew she wasn't here anymore, even though he didn't believe in an afterlife.
He didn't want Lisbon to be a one-time thing, where he would regret it. No, he wanted her to stay around for a while.
Jane knew he loved Lisbon, and he certainly didn't want their first time to be in an attic, or anywhere in the whole CBI for that matter. Even though he wouldn't mind any of the times after the first….He wouldn't do that to her, she deserved so, so much more. He wasn't sure he could give that to her.
He had felt her body react to him, and he briefly thought back to when he told Lisbon he would show her how they had chemistry. He had definitely set off an explosion earlier.
His thoughts drifted back to how he left Lisbon stranded in the CBI. No clothes on, by herself. She probably thought that she wasn't good enough for him, or how stupid she was for letting him do that to her. Yes, that was stupid of her, but she was way more than 'good enough' for him. He missed her already.
He needed to fix it, and he needed to fix it good. But first he needed to go to the store.
Jane turned the engine off of his robin egg-colored classic car. He hurriedly shut the driver's side door and rushed into the town's grocery store. He ran in to grab a delicious cake with chocolate frosting, a sharpie, and some denture cleaning toothpaste, then got in line to check out. Though up at the counter he picked up a small college-ruled notebook before the scary woman in her mid-fifties who was wearing black, way too much black eye liner, and a dog collar which went nicely with her graying hair checked him out.
"Hello handsome," she smiled at him, and he could see fake fangs in her mouth.
She very awkwardly lifted one of her fishnet-covered legs onto the spinny-thing where the plastic bags go. Jane cringed. He wished he didn't have that effect on all women.
"Oh," Jane laughed. "Sorry, gotta run,"
He grimaced as he got back into the car and thought more about his plan to make Lisbon forgive him on his way to a Halloween store that was around the corner to buy the last thing he needed.
When Jane arrived at Lisbon's apartment building, he grabbed his bag full of goodies and jogged up the stairs. He took out the cake and set it on the doorstep. He grabbed the pad of paper and a sharpie to scribble a note, which he set on the plastic top covering the cake. Jane rapped his knuckles against her door.
Jane rushed toward Lisbon's neighbor's door and knocked. When the old lady opened up, she frowned at him, but held up the denture cream and he was let in.
Lisbon was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock on the door. Knowing it was probably Jane she shouted, "Go away!" It was supposed to sound strong but came out sounding more like a strangled cry.
She was struck when the knocking stopped. Had Jane actually listened to her for once? No, most likely not. She decided she better go answer the door, since it wasn't Jane.
"What do yo-" she started, but then stopped when she noticed that no one was there.
She dropped her head down and saw the cake at her doorstep. She kneeled down and looked at the note that was resting on top of it, along with a blue sharpie marker. She lifted up the paper that read: It's not poisonous, you can eat it. A present, if you will. One of many more to come- I hope you will let yourself forgive me. –J
Lisbon picked up the marker and scribbled back:
Now you're bribing me? Go to hell, Jane. That isn't something I think I can forgive.
She did grab the cake on her way into the apartment, though. Chocolate frosting was her weakness.
Lisbon carefully took the cover off of the cake, but then heard a knock on her door. Hoping to catch Jane there, she quickly made her way to the door to open it. All that was left was another note:
I understand. I promise I will never do anything like it again. You don't know how sorry I truly am.
Lisbon wrote down:
Jane, you left me there. Alone. I was… embarrassed. You don't want me, and that's okay. Just stay away, okay? Will you do that for me?
She wouldn't let the tear that was threatening to fall escape before she closed the door.
She definitely needed that chocolate cake. She went to the kitchen to grab a knife and fork. By the time she sat down on her couch there was another knock. At least he was treating her door like a door.
The note that was lying on the ground this time said in Jane's handwriting:
If I can make you smile with my next gift, will you at least let me come in and explain? Please?
Lisbon sighed when she read it. She highly doubted anything would make her smile right then. Though she might laugh if Jane came riding down her hallway on the pony he got her for her birthday a few years ago.
She lazily wrote a 'fine' on the paper and returned to her cake.
"May I borrow you cute little dog here for a minute? Teresa, my dear, needs a bit of cheering up,"
"Sure, Cowboy, anything for Teresa darling. She's lucky to have such a handsome man like you,"
Patrick and Helen had gotten to know eachother quite well during the past half an hour. Although Helen still thought that he was Lisbon's boyfriend. Oh well, he would let Teresa tell her what she wanted.
It was time for him to get out what he had bought at the Halloween store.
A/N: Oooh, what did he buy? Frankly, I'm not exactly sure yet. Any idea what it is and how it relates to the dog? I'd like to hear whatcha think. Sorry it's a bit short, though. I wanted to give you something before I go to NY for about a week.(We leave the 5th) I might write an additional chapter to post tomorrow. Depends on your feelings for this chapter. ;D