She couldn't help smiling. What Jane and their friends had done was amazing. With all the pain and fear she knew he still dealt with, Jane had still managed to put her and their child first. And on top of that, he'd actually accepted the help and friendship of others. Teresa decided she really did believe in miracles.

"So you liked it?' Cho asked as she came in to work the next day. Without saying a word she walked over to him and hugged him.

"Thank you", she whispered. "It's beautiful."

"It was all Jane's idea", he told her.

"I know. He got more than a hug."

"Way too much information Teresa."

She grinned and proceeded to walk around the office and give hugs to everyone. Vega looked a bit embarrassed but accepted the hug, feeling as if she'd finally been forgiven for hurting Jane.

"You didn't suspect?" she asked the older agent.

"No", Teresa laughed. "It was a total surprise."

"And you like it?"

"I love it. It's perfect."

"I can hardly wait to see it", Michelle smiled. "Some of the guys said it was pretty amazing. They had fun."

"So did I", Teresa told her. "Thanks again for yesterday."

"You're welcome. Any excuse to go to a spa!"

"You can say that again."

As Teresa worked away at her desk – with frequent breaks to go to the bathroom – she thought about what Jane had done and where their relationship was going. She knew one thing for certain, she loved him and wanted to spend her life with him.

The next logical step was marriage. He had indicated he was open to the idea and part of her liked the thought of being married when the baby came. She grimaced then, looking down at her stomach. It would mean not having a fancy wedding – but did that matter? She considered it and then smiled. Jane had pulled off an amazing surprise that had warmed her to her toes. She needed to do the same for him.

By the time she got home that evening, tired and ready to collapse on the bed, she was still no closer to figuring out a plan than she had been when she'd decided to do this. Somehow she needed to propose to him and make it special. What was less clear to her was what something special would be for him.

She sighed and rubbed her lower back. How was it that after all these years she still struggled to figure out what would please him? She knew the reason was because for years his whole being had focused on Red John. Since they'd gotten together his attention had been on loving her and then on getting past the fear of having a child. She couldn't remember a time when he'd focused on what he wanted to do.

So, what did Patrick Jane like? What would please him, excite him, make him get that look he'd gotten when she'd told him she felt the same. She groaned and put her feet up, frustrated at herself and, if truth be told, at the man who was so hard to figure out, still!

"What's wrong?" Jane came and sat on the end of the couch. He took her feet and put them on his lap and proceeded to give her a foot rub.

"Oh, that feels good. I can't even reach my feet."

"You will soon", he grinned.

"Yeah, but then I won't have the time to worry about them", she grumped. She was feeling tired and out of sorts and very frustrated.

"So, I ask again Teresa – what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Okay, okay", she hastened to say when she saw his brows go up. "I'm tired and ready to have this baby."

"And that's it?" he regarded her closely. "There's something else too. Care to share?"

How the hell did he do that? After twelve years she was still no closer to figuring out how Patrick seemed to read minds like that. She knew it wouldn't help to ask because while it was true he was very observant – and would explain that to her – she was convinced that even he didn't always know how he discerned things.

"Patrick?"

"Mmm? What?"

"What do you like to do?"

"What do I like to do?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes. I mean, are there things you'd like to do – you know, as a hobby?"

"I -" he stopped and frowned slightly. "What is this about?"

"Nothing – I was just thinking that even after all this time I don't know what you like to do for fun."

"For fun?" he laughed softly. "Teresa, you're my fun."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, I know that driving me crazy has given you hours of fun over the years, but I mean besides that."

"There isn't a 'besides that'," he told her. "And it's not just teasing you that I enjoy. I like spending time with you, talking with you", he waggled his brows, "making love with you. That's what I like doing."

She looked carefully at him and could tell that he was serious. As much as it warmed her at one level, on another she realized that he needed to expand his interests. He had to develop a life outside of her if they were to have a healthy relationship moving forward. It's not that she didn't want to spend most of her time with him, but she knew they both needed other outlets than one another.

Jane sighed. "Okay Teresa – what are you thinking? No", he put up his hand and stopped her, "I know. You think I need to have something other than you. Okay – so what do I like to do? Let me think." He stared down at the small little foot in his hand – the slightly swollen foot – and thought hard. He'd given up the thought of fun when his family had been killed. His whole life had focused on getting the man who had killed them. His life had begun to open up when he slowly realized that Teresa had become essential to his very being, but he'd never thought in terms of enjoyment or fun or even anything about doing anything for himself, other than to try and deal with all his demons.

So – fun. He closed his eyes, trying to remember back in the days when Angela and Charlotte were alive. What had he liked to do? There hadn't been much, even then, as he'd been focused on getting ahead with his career. The fun he had was spending time with his wife and daughter. They had been his life, his fun.

But then he thought about something he did love, and that was being by the ocean. He'd loved that – he loved boats and swimming and had thought about buying a sail boat and learning to sail. In fact he'd been seriously looking into it when he'd lost everything of importance. Suddenly the thought of being on the water, of sailing, appealed to him again.

Unfortunately Austin wasn't by the ocean, although it wasn't that far a drive. Maybe he and Teresa could go on the occasional weekend?

"Jane?" Teresa's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Huh? What?"

She grinned at him. "You looked like you were a long way away."

He returned her grin. "Not that far. Just by the ocean."

"The ocean?"

"Yeah. I realized what I like. I like the ocean and I'd like to learn to sail."

"Really?" she said, sounding surprised. Somehow she hadn't ever thought of Patrick as the outdoors type, although considering he spent two years on a tropical island – and the trick he'd played to get her to Islamorada – she should have realized. She remembered the walk they'd taken by the beach and knew she'd found what she was looking for. "I didn't know you liked the water that much."

He shrugged. "Why do you think I bought a house in Malibu", he said seriously. "I – Angela and I", he paused and then continued. "We were going to buy a sail boat and learn to sail. I love the beach and the ocean."

"O –kay", she said, still sounding a bit incredulous. After a second she relaxed and smiled. "As long as you don't pick up any beach bunnies!"

"Meh", he said in disgust. "Not in the slightest interested in beach bunnies", he told her. "Regular bunnies – yes. They're very cuddly. In fact we should get a couple for the kid. But as for the other kind, you're all the bunny I want."

She looked down at her stomach and grimaced. "More like a hippopotamus."

"Teresa, stop that. I've told you, you're beautiful". He leaned over slightly until he could rest his hand on her stomach. "This is the most wonderful, amazing thing in the world, and if you think I don't look at you in awe, every single day, then you're crazy."

"I think you're crazy", she told him softly, although her lips couldn't help but curl up.

"Not crazy", he shook his head. "Lucky."

Well now she knew. Patrick loved the ocean and wanted to sail. Who would have thought? Picking up the phone she called Grace – her buddy in all things Jane.

"Hi Grace, it's Teresa. I need your help."

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Jane glanced at Teresa who was sitting in the passenger seat looking decidedly uncomfortable. "It's just a few weeks until the baby comes."

"I'm fine. It's not like I'm flying and it's only a two and a half hour drive. How about you? How are you holding up?" Jane was doing much better now, but he still tired easily and she was worried about him driving so far.

"I'm okay but it'll be more like five hours", he muttered.

"It will not!"

"Teresa, we've been on the road less than an hour and we've already had to stop twice so that you could pee! At this rate we won't make it before tomorrow."

She scowled but had to acknowledge he was right. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. No – it was and she would just have to tell the baby to stop jumping on her bladder.

Ten minutes later she spoke. "Patrick?"

"Yeah?" he glanced over.

"Uh – could you stop at the next gas station?"

He sighed but nodded and a moment later pulled over. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes I'm sure. It's simply that your child takes after you and is trying to drive me insane! I'll be right back."

In the end it took them three and a half hours to make it to the coast. In a way that wasn't bad as it forced Patrick to take the occasional rest and to stretch his legs. He found himself not only more tired than usual, his back and shoulders were stiff.

"Okay, where to?" Jane looked over at her, wondering what was going on. She'd been completely secretive about this weekend away and wouldn't tell him exactly where they were going. He had to admit he was dying of curiosity.

"Let me see?" She pulled out her smart phone and keyed in the address. "Turn left at the light ahead. She continued to direct him until they pulled into a parking lot at a small marina.

Jane looked around, still curious as to what Teresa was up to. "Alright, we're here. Now what?"

"Now let's get our things." She didn't bring much with them, and so each of them only had a small bag – a good thing since neither of them was up to carrying much weight.

She made her way down towards the boats, remembering the directions she'd been given. She finally came to a boat and stopped. "This is it."

Jane looked at the beautiful 45-foot sailboat in front of him. "The Knotty Buoy?"

She grinned. "I kind of liked the name."

He laughed. "Uh, who's is it?"

"A friend of a friend – actually – of a friend's. But it's ours for the weekend."

"Uh – I don't know how to actually sail", he reminded her.

"I know", she leaned into him. "We'll stay docked for now – I don't think I should go out on the water anyway. With my balance I'd be overboard in a second."

"But you'd look cute floating in the ocean", he grinned. "OW! What did you do that for?" he asked, rubbing his shoulder.

"Behave! Even though we can't go out now, the owner has offered to give you some sailing lessons whenever you want."

"Really?" He stared at the boat again but with a pleased expression. "That sounds like fun, but I'm not quite sure what this is all about."

"You deserve something nice and you said you wanted to sail. Well, for this weekend we can stay here and spend time on the beach. It's not quite sailing, but as close as I could get. Is that okay?"

"Okay?" he bent slightly and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's wonderful. I love you."

"Good, because I wouldn't do this for just anyone you know", she smirked.

He grinned. "Show me the boat woman!" He helped her get on board, a little worried that even the gentle movement of the docked boat might be difficult for her. He also had to be careful, feeling a bit wobbly after their long drive. Once they were both on board he kept a tight hold of her to steady them both but couldn't help but look around. He whistled. "Nice. Who did you say this belonged to?"

"It belongs to the brother of a client of Grace and Wayne's. I guess he got wrongly accused of a serious crime and the Rigsby's were able to help him out. The guy was really grateful and so was his brother, so when I mentioned to Grace that you wanted to sail she got in touch with them. The brother – his name's Ken Ardsley – said he's looking forward to teaching you, if you want to do it that is."

"Mmm – definitely. Maybe I'll buy one of our own once I know how to sale."

She laughed. "Right. I'm sure this thing is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars."

"Probably", he agreed. "But it would be worth it."

"And how are you going to get hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a boat?"

"I told you Teresa – I have some money saved."

"That much money?"

"Mmm", he said, wandering around the deck.

"If you had that much money, how come you didn't bale yourself out those times when you were in prison?"

"Couldn't exactly access it very easily", he shrugged. He turned back to her and smiled. "This is great. Where are we staying?"

"In the main cabin, which I assume is down these stairs."

The two of them explored the boat, which only took a few minutes. It was laid out extremely well and was obviously very expensive. It was actually bigger than it seemed from the outside and certainly bigger than Jane's Airstream. The master cabin had a huge king-size bed in it and an attached bathroom (or more technically the head, since they were on a boat). By the time they were done looking at everything – Jane opened every door and hatch – he had a huge grin on his face.

"This is great!" he told her with a kiss. "I definitely want one of these."

"Well, let's enjoy this borrowed one first." She glanced at her watch. "The food should be here shortly."

"Food?" he asked hopefully. "You've arranged for food?"

"Mmm hmm", she grinned. "Of course. This weekend is a treat for you and I would never ignore the importance of feeding you right."

"You, Teresa Lisbon, are a priceless woman. Have I told you that before?"

Just then there was a shout from above and Jane quickly climbed up, to see two men standing on the dock, holding a number of containers.

"We're here from La Gloutonnerie", one of the men said. "Where shall we set up?"

Lisbon had arrived by this time and pointed to a spot on the top deck. Within moments a table and two chairs appeared and the table was set with linen and crystal and silver. The two men laid out the food, uncorked a bottle of wine and lit the candles on the table.

"Please, take a seat Monsieur, Madame", one of the men said in a heavy – but apparently real – French accent. "As per the lady's instructions, we will leave the food in the warmers. I have opened a bottle of wine for you Monsieur, the lady has mineral water. Bon appetite." Within a few seconds both men were gone.

Jane sat staring at the vast array of gourmet food, his stomach rumbling. "La Gloutonnerie is a very appropriate name", he murmured. "There is enough food to feed -"

"To feed?" she prodded when he stopped.

"Wayne", he chuckled. "This is amazing Teresa. Did you order all of this?"

"Yes – and we'd better eat it while it's still hot."

Over the next hour they slowly savored a wonderful variety of French dishes. Teresa could only eat tiny portions, as the baby didn't allow much room for anything. Patrick attempted to restrain himself but she could tell he was enjoying the food greatly. By the time they'd reached the cheese course at the end of the meal he was looking quite stuffed.

"Had enough?" she smirked.

"Are you kidding? I'm afraid I'm going to sink the boat if I eat anymore. That was fantastic! You are an evil, evil woman Teresa Lisbon!" He leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch out to give his overfull stomach some room.

"It was good, wasn't it?" she smiled. She then lifted her glass. "How about a toast?"

"Good idea. What shall it be?"

"To life and to happiness", she said softly.

"To life and to you Teresa", he told her, looking into her eyes. "Because you are my happiness."

They clinked glasses and drank – keeping their tear-shining eyes on one another.

"Patrick", she said softly, a moment later.

"Hmm?" He continued to gaze at her.

She reached out and took his hand gently in hers. "Marry me?"

He blinked at her a couple of times, looking slightly stunned. "What?" he whispered.

"Marry me? I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you?"

He swallowed, unable to breathe or to speak. Finally, after managing a few choppy breaths he spoke. "Are you sure? I'm not the best -" Her hand came out and gently covered his mouth.

"You are the best – you are the best for me. Patrick, I'm not jumping into this. I've known you for almost thirteen years so I know exactly what I'm getting into. I'm getting a kind, gentle, compassionate man, who believes in honor and justice and working to help others. I'm getting a brilliant, funny, irritating, infuriating, exasperating, surprising man. I'm also getting an extremely handsome and sexy one. And I love each and every one of you. So please, marry me?"

He took a deep breath and then clasped her hand in his. He reached out for her other hand as well and held it. "Teresa", he said carefully. "I will always have trouble believing that I deserve someone like you. You said all those wonderful things about me, but I know, as well as anyone, that I am far, far from perfect. I also know that you saved me more times than I can count, often from myself, and you brought light back into my very dark world."

He took another breath. "If you are positive that you want me I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you never regret this."

"So?" she said with a small smile.

"So, yes, I will marry you."

"Tomorrow? Will you marry me tomorrow?"

He looked at her in surprise, but then nodded. "You want to get married before the baby", he realized.

"Yes, but that's not the main reason", she told him. "Mostly I just want us to make this official, to let our friends and family know we're a couple and that we're together, forever." When he didn't say anything she gave a small laugh. "Am I being silly?"

"Silly?" He looked at her seriously. "Not silly at all. You're being", he looked lost for words for a minute and then smiled gently. "You're being Teresa." He leaned across the table – just like he had that day at the Miami airport – and gave her a soft and gentle kiss.

They sat, holding hands on the gently swaying boat. The sky was dark, the stars shone brightly, and the wind blew softly. Finally Patrick stood and pulled Teresa up beside him and gently put his arms around her. "I love you", he murmured softly.

The two of them stood like that for a long, long time. It was finally Patrick who pulled back. "You must be tired", he said. "Let's go to bed. Tomorrow's our wedding day and you need your sleep."

"Mmm – and you too. Are you feeling okay?"

"A little sore – but it was definitely worth it."

The two curled up next to one another in the big bed. They were both too tired, and Patrick too sore and Teresa too pregnant – to do anything more than hold one another and tell each other the things that lovers do until eventually they both fell asleep.

"Uh, Teresa?" he asked the next morning. "Where – and how – are we going to get married?"

"I arranged everything, don't worry. Come on – I brought you some clothes. I'm going into the other room and changing – so don't look."

His brows shot up at that. "I hate to tell you my dear, but I've 'looked' plenty of times."

"I know", she grinned. "But this is different. This is right before our wedding and it's traditional that the bride and groom don't see one another, at least until I'm ready."

"Okay fine", he muttered as he headed towards the deck. "Although it's a silly custom. Who cares if I see my bride? Is it going to bring bad luck for seven years or something", he muttered. He made his way into the master suite and found the closet. Hanging inside was cream-colored shirt and linen pants. He was rather surprised as it wasn't his usual type of clothing, but with a shrug he got dressed.

"I'm ready", he called out. "Can I see you now?"

There was a soft sound at the door and he looked up, to see his bride – he couldn't quite believe it – standing in the doorway. She was wearing a simple white dress with spaghetti straps that flowed down to her knees. It was simple and elegant and perfectly fitting for a nine-months pregnant woman.

"You look beautiful", he said, walking towards her and pulling her into his arms. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"You're okay with it?" she asked, suddenly sounding worried. "I didn't mean to rush this if you'd rather wait, or if you're not really -"

"Teresa, shhh", he bent and kissed her. "I want this more than you could possible know. I mean, what man wouldn't want this? No fuss, no muss and no in-laws!"

"Jane!" she hit him playfully. "My family's not bad."

"I didn't say they were but this way I don't have to be on my best behavior."

"Since when are you ever on your best behavior? In fact, do you have any best behavior?"

"I'm crushed Teresa", he said, looking hurt.

She simply raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned. "Okay – how about pretty- good behavior?"

"Fine, I'll grant you that. Now let's get going. We don't want to be late for our own wedding."

"No, wouldn't want to make the guests wait", he agreed with a grin.

They got back into the car, although this time Teresa was driving. She didn't like to go long distances, but could still manage short drives.

"You're not telling me where we're going today, either, are you?"

"You'll know soon enough", she answered with a smile. "By the way, you look wonderful", she told him.

He looked rather embarrassed at that and it made her grin even more. She put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot. They were soon on their way to the secret wedding spot.

"Teresa, stop for a moment – yeah, right there." She frowned at him but pulled into the small farmer's market at the side of the road. "You're hungry?" she asked, slightly irritated.

"Hmm? No. I'll be right back."

He was gone for only a few short moments, but when he returned he was carrying a small bouquet of wild flowers. "Can't get married without flowers", he told her.

Damn – he was determined to make her cry after she'd spent all that time putting on the perfect make-up. "Thank you", she told him with a quick squeeze to his leg.

A few minutes later she pulled onto a turn-off and travelled a short distance down a very bumpy road.

"Be careful – this is awfully rough. I don't want you to go into labor."

"I'm not going into labor because of a few bumps." A few minutes later she pulled into a small parking lot. There were a handful of other cars present, but Jane – uncharacteristically – didn't pay much attention. He was too focused on Teresa and making sure she was okay.

"I'm fine!" she told him. "Just help me out of the car."

Jane could hear the sound of the waves and knew they were right by the ocean. She'd clearly arranged a wedding on the beach. He smiled. This was perfect. He couldn't have thought of a better place to marry this woman than by the ocean. He was a little surprised because he had always thought she would want a church wedding – which he would have happily agreed to her for her sake. But for him this was the perfect place. His only regret was that they couldn't share it with their closest friends.

"Coming?" she asked with a smile as she held out her hand. He took it and followed her down the narrow path to the beach.

"Over here", she told him, pointing to a small gazebo down by the water. "Ken Ardsley told Grace about this. I thought it would be the perfect place."

"It's beautiful", he agreed. The gazebo was built up on a small outcropping of rocks near the water's edge. There was a narrow path, which broke off from the main one and lead up to it. It was only as they approached it that Jane was aware that there were people waiting at the top.

It was Grace who met them halfway up the path. Jane laughed softly. Of course she'd be here. She would never forgive Teresa if she'd missed their wedding. He was also pretty sure she had a lot to do with this weekend.

Grace gave Teresa a quick hug and then turned to Jane with a smile. "So, were you surprised?"

"Very", he said. He then reached out and enveloped her in a hug. "I guess I have you to thank for a lot of this?"

"Mmm, I did my part." She returned the hug and then stepped back. "How did you like the boat?"

"He wants to buy one for himself", Teresa told her with a pseudo-disgusted look. That soon changed as she realized how completely happy Patrick appeared. It was something she had rarely seen on his face and her heart did a little bump. To cover up how emotional she was feeling she took a deep breath and spoke. "So, should we get this going?"

Grace smiled. "You go up top Jane. The others are waiting for you. We'll be up in a moment." She then noticed the flowers Teresa was holding. "Oh good. I was wishing I'd thought to pick some up but I see you got some."

"Jane bought them." She looked at her bridegroom and gave him a quick kiss. "See you in a minute."

Jane slowly made his way up the steps, feeling totally overwhelmed but incredibly happy. Suddenly, and for the very first time, the last thirteen years became totally worth everything – not because of his eventual success in bringing justice to his family – but in having grown to love, and be loved by Teresa Lisbon.

"Jane – about time." Cho was standing there, a grinning Wayne beside him. They led him up to the part of the gazebo overlooking the ocean. A pleasant looking man, who introduced himself as Father Kirkland, stood quietly to the side, waiting to marry them.

He couldn't really say anything, too overcome by the emotion of the day. His team was here – his real team – the ones who were like family to him and to Teresa. They had all been there since the early days and had become more than friends. They were family and he couldn't wish for any other people to be with them on this day.

Just then he saw Wayne move and press a button and soft music began to play. He turned and watched as Grace, followed by Teresa, walked the rest of the path to the gazebo.

Jane thought his heart would burst with happiness.