Author's notes: Well here it is folks the final chapter. I hope you have enjoyed Jane's road to recovery. It's just a few weeks shy of a year since I started this story. It's certainly gone places I never expected. I hope you're not disappointed at missing out on the wedding preparation, I didn't feel they would really add anything to the story.

Patrick rubs his hand down his jacket, he sits down and is up again after just a few seconds. Rigsby smiles to himself, he's never seen him like this. Jane turns and looks at the almost empty pews, a church wedding isn't his type of thing but he did it for Angela and it wasn't too bad. He has to admit it's a pretty church. He's glad Teresa didn't choose a big church, this small chapel is intimate and not too garishly decorated. Pete and Sam walk in and Patrick lifts his arm in welcome. As they make their way down Pete is looking like he will bolt should anyone say a word to him. He looks around furtively, as if he's worried about who might see him in this place. When they reach the pew behind Patrick he reaches out and takes Pete by the hand.

"Thank you for coming, I know it's not your type of place, I really appreciate it."

Sam give him a kiss on the cheek.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world. It's wonderful that you're finding happiness again."

She looks him directly in the eye.

"I can tell you are happy."

"Very happy Sam. I can't believe I've been given another chance."

"I had a feeling when I first saw you two, but Pete said. Patrick will never marry a cop!"

Patrick lets out a laugh at Sam's impression of her husband.

"I can't blame him, I can hardly believe it myself."

He turns to his Best man.

"This is Wayne Rigsby.."

Pete looks him up and down.

"Cop too huh?"

Patrick's rubbing his hands together.

"I'm afraid so."

He smiles when he hears Pete whisper to Sam after shaking hands with him.

"I'm going to have to have another bath when I get home. Get all this cop off me."

Patrick's eye turns to the other side of the chapel and is happy to see a few more people there. Her brothers and their families have each made it. It took some diplomacy, but he can be very persuasive when it's needed. They're even talking to one another.

Doctor Polly is making her way down the aisle. She comes up to Patrick and kisses him on the cheek.

"Thank you for coming doc, it wouldn't be the same without you."

"Thank you for the invitation, I'm glad to see you didn't waste any time."

"Wasted enough time all ready."

Doctor Polly nods her head in understanding and slips into the pew behind Pete and Sam, joining her companion.

Suddenly the music strikes and everyone stands up, turning their heads to look down the aisle. Patrick rubs his hands on his jacket once more and looks too. Annie, with Grace not far behind, is walking slowly towards him. They have in their hands a single flower, pale pink rose for Annie and a darker pink for Grace. The men are wearing white ones in their buttonholes. Their dresses are a simple line in cream, no lace, or trimmings of any kind. Patrick smiles to himself, that's Teresa, no fuss. Although they've planned the wedding together, she kept him completely in the dark when it came to the dresses, but judging by the other arrangements he guessed that lace and puffed sleeves would not be on view.

They each give him a smile as they reach the front and moved off to the side. His eyes return to the back of the chapel and she's standing there, with Cho by her side.

At the sight of her a warmth fills his whole being, the nervousness of moments before, replaced with confidence that everything's all right, better than all right. She didn't run, she didn't decided that she couldn't live with him, she doesn't not love him.

He can feel his smile stretch his face to its limits as he gazes upon her. Her hair is swept up in that casual, wispy, style that he finds so sexy, with a sparkling berrette keeping it in place. There's no veil hiding her beautiful shining eyes. Her white sleeveless wedding dress gathers under the breastbone, the satin material is fitted around her body, accentuating her delicate figure before widening and falling to the ground like a waterfall of soft icing. In her arms she holds a bouquet of roses, shades of pink and white.

Teresa isn't aware of the people looking at her as she makes her way slowly down the aisle, she can't tear her eyes away from the man waiting for her. He's here! He's really here! All the way to the chapel she had a fear that one of her brother's would be standing there, waiting to tell her that he hadn't shown, that he'd found it too much, that he felt he was betraying Angela and Charlotte. She realises now, that she was being a fool, the look on his face, as he watches her progression, testifies of the love he feels for her. There's no mistaking it in his expression, his eyes and his smile. He's holding out his hand to her, she feels Cho's hold on her tighten as she fights back the urge to run to take it. She's there and his touch sends an electric volt through her. She intertwines her fingers with his, knowing she never wants to let go. He whispers in her ear.

"You are stunning."

She smiles at him and hands off her bouquet to Grace. As they turn towards the preacher, she realises, she doesn't know what he's wearing, out of the corner of her eye she can see its dark blue, setting off the white rose beautifully and that there's no waistcoat. The preacher steps forward and she takes a deep breath knowing that she's never been happier.

Teresa kicks off her shoes as Patrick shuts the hotel room door, glad that she doesn't have to put them on again. She feels him grab her wrist and she turns to face him. He takes her in his arms, replicating the dance hold of earlier.

"You've been holding out on me Mr. Jane. I didn't know you could dance like that."

"Why Mrs. Jane, if I recall, you've danced with me before."

"Oh, you mean at the end of the school reunion case, when we went round and round on a dime."

Patrick looks hurt.

"I've treasured that memory for years and that's how you saw it?"

Teresa kisses him.

"Tonight you wowed every woman in the room. It was nice of you to dance with Catherine."

"Catherine, you will have to remind me, there were so many."

"Catherine Polly."

"The Doc? Did you see how the old man was able to keep up with her?"

"Yes, I thought it was irresponsible of her, so soon after the operation."

"If my heart was going to give out it would have done it when I first saw you at the Chapel."

Teresa wraps her arms around his neck.

"Mr. Jane, you say the sweetest things."

Patrick unclips her hair, it falls gracefully on to her shoulders.

"Mrs. Jane, just wait until you see what I can do."

His hands move to the back of her dress and he slowly unfastens the zipper. He gently moves his fingers along her shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath his touch. He lifts her into his arms and kisses her deeply as he makes his way over to the bed. He gently lays her down, he shrugs out of his jacket, steps out of his shoes and joins her on the bed.

Happy ever after, we all hope. Thank you to everyone who stayed with me and especially those who sent reviews and shared their thoughts, such a lovely thing to do, I appreciate the time spent.