Here's chapter 33 for you I wish I could have posted it for you last night or this morning, but things keep coming up. I hope you enjoy it, as usual I own nothing.
I woke up to a groan, when I looked over Patrick was staring at the clock on the nightstand. "You are a horrible influence on me women."
"What? I think you have that backwards."
"How am I supposed to go for my run every morning when it means leaving such a beautiful women in bed."
"That hasn't been a problem before."
"Oh yes it has, every morning, and my will to continue running is wearing thinner and thinner each time I have to get up."
"How is that you can be so sweet and then turn around and be such an ass?" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"It's a gift." He just smirked and I played with his blond curls. "We wouldn't want people thinking I was a nice guy would we?"
"Oh heaven forbid."
"Then people would expect things of me."
"And that would be horrible."
"You have no idea." He kissed me.
"We have to get ready for work."
"I don't know I feel sick, I might be contagious we better stay home." He pulled away and started coughing.
"You don't get sick."
"Fine you're sick and I have no choice but to take care of you." His arms were back around my waist.
"And how are you going to explain to the team your absence, it's not like I would call you if I were sick, I wouldn't want your help."
"Would anyone really question my absence, especially as of lately?"
"You said you wouldn't be hung over again."
"I said I wouldn't show up to work 'hung over'."
"Do you know how much the guys would worry about you?"
"Women why do you have to keep poking holes in my brilliant plan."
"We have to go to work." I groaned crawling out of his embrace. "The kids have to go to school."
"One of these days I will get some real alone time with you."
"Patrick we share a house with four children, I think I've given up on alone time."
"I'll never give up." He smirked following me out of the bed. "The parent teacher conference is in a week right."
"Uh huh."
"Well then we have to hire a babysitter." He reasoned.
"I suppose."
"We will go out to dinner, almost like a proper date."
"And what happens if someone from work see's us on this proper date?"
"You underestimate me my dear, I would never take you anywhere someone could afford on a cop salary." Damn him and that stupid smirk.
"What's wrong with a cop salary it's what's paying for the kids school, their meals, their soccer…."
"Absolutely nothing is wrong with it. If you recall I actually get paid less than you. However if I were to try and woo you I would do it properly."
"I thought you said you weren't going to try and woo me?"
"No I said I would never seduce you, they are very different things."
"Of course they are."
"They are honest and truly." Before I could respond he gave me a quick kiss and disappeared from the room dressed and ready for work. I was left alone to consider what wooing he had planned for me, and would next Friday be our first real date? Before I could think about next Friday I had work today and then the barbeque Saturday.
Breakfast was a noisy affair, today was the day the collages were due and both girls wanted to practice their presentations during breakfast. Alyssa was more than confident about her poster but even just in front of Patrick and I, Emily started stuttering. I wasn't even the least bit surprised when I noticed Jane pull her to the side before lifting her into the car and whisper something in her ear.
"What'd you tell her?" I questioned pulling away from our good bye kiss.
"Just a little advice in the performing arts." He kissed me again before getting in his car, "Have a nice day at work."
Dropping the kids off at the classrooms had become a routine and before I knew it I was sitting behind my desk at work.
"Got a case boss." Cho stuck his head in. I just nodded and reached for my badge and gun we had gone all week with no real cases it was nice to have something to do.
Of course I was regretting those thoughts two hours later at the crime scene. "Jane!" I was rushing to stop the bleeding how did he always manage to get punched in the nose. "What the hell?"
"That's assault Lisbon." He held his head back to try and stop the bleeding.
"I see that but that was the victims husband!"
"He got very angry when I mentioned a mistress."
"Damn it Jane!"
"Now you can properly question him."
"Why do we need to question him?"
"Well he's hiding something obviously." He accepted the napkins being handed to him by the local cops. "And the fact that he has a mistress makes him a suspect wouldn't it?"
"Couldn't you have figured out some other way to talk to him that didn't involve the possibility of the unit getting sued?"
"That would have been entirely no fun at all."
"Screw you!" Why was he grinning like that?
"Are you saying I should, or you're going to?" Oh this man was impossible, if his nose wasn't already bleeding I would punch him.
"Go to hell, and don't bother with a toothbrush I don't need you coming back to my house." How could this possibly be the same man I woke up next to this morning?
"As you wish." He tossed the napkins in the trash, as the bleeding had appeared to stop.
"I'm serious this time." I went back to where Rigsby was holding the man who had punched Jane. So Jane had been right the husband had a mistress, but he also had an alibi for the time of the murder and was therefore released within an hour of us getting back to headquarters.
"Coffee my dear." Jane walked into the office
"I'm still mad at you."
"I was the one that got punched remember."
"Yeah and he had nothing to do with it so it was for nothing."
"Not nothing, does the mistress have an alibi?" He was sitting on the corner of my desk, what was wrong with his couch.
"We called her she's coming in tomorrow morning to talk to us." I explained, "Besides you getting punched isn't what I'm mad about."
"If I apologize would it make a difference?"
"No."
"Okay then." He went to leave, and I made an effort to clear my throat. Okay so just because it wouldn't make a difference didn't mean I didn't want one. "I'm sorry to have offended you Lisbon." I kept as straight a face as possible, and he smiled, "I'm sorry to have offended you Teresa."
"I suppose you can stop by the house to pick up your toothbrush."
"Oral hygiene is a big thing in hell you'd be surprised." With that he was gone and I was left to a fresh cup of coffee and a case file to read through. When the time came to pick up the kids we had several leads but had made little progress and I hated to leave. Arriving at the school was no better because it reminded me that the kids only had a half day of school tomorrow so the first round of parent teacher conferences could take place. I was waiting with Cass and William for the kindergarteners when Emily came sprinting out and in to my arms before I could really assess what was taking place.
"I did really really good on my presentation, Patrick's advice really worked, it really did." She continued for another minute before looking down at my shirt. "Teresa you have blood on your shirt."
"Patrick got into a little trouble to day." I sighed, looking down at the drop of blood on my collar.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah he's all better it was just a little ouchy." I assured, setting her down as her sister came out to join us.
"Are we going to Lydia's party on Saturday, Lydia said she was having a party and the soccer team was coming and her daddy invited everyone." Alyssa followed me across the parking lot.
"Yes her daddy invited all of us to visit his house on Saturday for food and a pool party."
"Yeah I get to wear my swimsuit, I haven't gotten to wear it since the forth of July it's super pretty." Alyssa explained all the way back to the CBI. The minute the elevator opened Emily started her sprint to Patrick's couch.
"Patrick, you were right, you were right and I gave my presentation and it went really good and people clapped, and it was only a little scary."
"My presentation was good to and I didn't need any extra help." Alyssa pouted following her sister to the couch.
"I can't wait to hear all about both of your amazing presentations." Jane sat up and invited the girls to sit on either side of him with William immediately crawling into his lap. I made sure Patrick was watching Cass to before turning back to my team.
"Did you find anything out while I was gone?" I knew it had only been twenty minutes but I needed to ask.
"Not really, but it's possible that the victim knew about the mistress, a couple hours before her death she was one the phone with her, and then within the hour called her husband. About an hour before the women's death the husband was on the phone with the mistress." Van Pelt explained, "Could the husband and the mistress have been working together?"
"It's a theory we need proof. Did we find anything on the gun?"
"It was found in a dumpster a block over but it's been wiped clean of any prints, we're trying to match the serial number now." Rigsby answered.
"Let me know what you find." I glanced over at the kids before heading back for the office. When it came time to take the kids home we had learned that the serial number matched that of a gun owned by the husband. We would wait until morning to talk to the mistress and reaffirm the husbands alibi, until then I had four kids to take home.
At dinner we heard all about the presentations again, and then Patrick got to retell his story of getting punched in the face. Which led to a long speech about how fighting is bad. Sooner than not Patrick and I were sitting alone on the couch.
"What's your vote husband or mistress?" I laid my head on his chest.
"You need a life outside of work." He teased.
"Or is it a third party we haven't even looked into?"
"Teresa, you're off the clock, save that for in the morning."
"That women's murderer is out there somewhere and we haven't found them."
"We will in the morning when the sun rises, I promise. Until then I only have one question." He waited for me to look up at him. "Does today count as our first fight?"
"If it does what are you planning?"
"Something horrible, you would hate it." He smiled back at me, "I would have to do everything in my power to make sure you truly forgive me."
"And if it wasn't?"
"Well then I guess I'll go to bed, I'm pretty tired."
"You were being an idiot." I flicked his nose.
"Owww! That hurts!"
"Good."
"Those are fighting words women."
"Good." I smiled, he chuckled and lifted me in to arms and started up the stairs.
"If you are still that mad at me I have no choice."