White Rose

Chapter 5: Jane's POV

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Summary: My slightly less amazing version of the plane scene. Just a warning, you might need a tissue box!!

"It was just a kiss." He softly rubbed his thumb across the top of my hand.

"It was more than that Teresa, didn't you feel it? It was want and passion and love and something I've wanted to do for a long time."

I froze. Patrick Jane just said he loved me. The same Patrick Jane that told me he was incapable of loving ever again.

"You don't mean that."

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"Yes I do." I said sternly, "I've loved you for so long, Teresa. When we first met I was broken. Depressed. Anxious. Suicidal. You took me under your wing and you showed me what it was like to be cared for. I didn't think I would ever feel that again but I do, thanks to you."

Tears started to well in both her eyes and mine, "I know I've hurt you immensely, caused you more paperwork and heartache than you've ever deserved. I was afraid Teresa, still am because I don't know how to love someone without hurting them. It's a Jane family trait. My mother hurt my father and I when she left. My father physically and mentally hurt me. I walked Charlotte and Angela to their graves all because I was a selfish, stubborn son-of-a-bitch. I know I've hurt you too and I can't ever make up for it. Going to Vegas, fleeing to Venezuela, pranks I've played, cases I've closed 'unethically', but believe me, Teresa Lisbon, whe I say I love you I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

A single tear streaked down her cheek and I reached across the table to brush it away with my hand.

"I'm sorry Teresa, I really am, and while I'm speaking some grand confessional, I'll just continue."

Her eyes widened and her mouth looked as if it were going to fall open.

"I didn't really have a date tonight. I'm crazy about you, hell, I love you, and I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know before someone more worthy comes along. I didn't want to lie to you- I don't, but I didn't know how else to get you to come with me. I want to be with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning and see your beautiful smile and get lost in your gorgeous eyes. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. I want to shower you with kisses every minute of every day for the rest of our lives. I wanted you to know how much I love you before I mess this up forever."

She sat in silence for a while, tears slowly sliding down her face. I wished she would say something. I needed to know if she felt the same way. I didn't know what to do. I had caused this, I doubted I would be able to stop it. I rose from my side of the booth and sat down next to her, placing my arm around her shoulder and kissing the top of her head.

"I'm sorry Teresa." I whispered into her hair, "I'm so, so sorry, Teresa, I never meant to hurt you."

She closed her eyes as she leaned up against my chest, Bridgette never returning to the table.

After half-an-hour of patiently sitting, I heard Teresa's heartbeat even out. she had fallen asleep crying in my arms and I felt terrible. This is not what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to love me too. We were supposed to be happy and in love.

Slowly, I got up from the booth and went to the parking lot to get my car. Carefully, I carried and buckled a sleeping Teresa into the passenger seat, driving off into the night.