A/N: Sadly, everything must end...

The room was dark when Teresa opened her eyes and her heart raced as she moved her wrists, trying to break free of the handcuffs. Her hands moved freely, only hindered by the IVs in both arms. She forced herself to slow her breathing and let her eyes get used to the faint light coming underneath the closed door.

Once she could see Teresa confirmed she was in a hospital room, vaguely remembering being brought in from testing. Then she noticed she wasn't alone.

Stretched out on a chair that apparently doubled as a bed in some kind of Chinese torture chamber was Patrick Jane, psychic extraordinaire, who, amazingly, appeared to actually be asleep.

Teresa realized she needed to go to the bathroom with a severe urgency. And she was tied up with all sorts of tubes. Frowning, she looked at the offensive things for a few seconds before deciding to do something about it. She yanked them out.

She hadn't counted on the loud beeping that followed and she felt really bad when it startled Jane out of sleep.

He saw her sitting on the side of her bed and was immediately beside her. "What's wrong?"

"I need to pee and I wasn't taking those damn things with me."

She saw white against his skin and knew he had flashed his famous smile. "Come on. While you're in there I'll hold off the masses."

When she opened the door back to her room she found Jane was holding court to three- count them three- nurses. Teresa blinked crossly at the lit room. "Why are all these lights on? It's in the middle of the freaking night." Since she was feeling shaky she didn't mind Jane helping her back into bed.

One of the nurses actually smiled at her. "Well, Mrs. Lisbon, we thought you'd escaped although with such a sweet and attentive husband I don't know why."

Teresa rolled her eyes at the smirking Jane. Why do people insist on feeding his ego? "I would be most happy to escape this place as soon as I am given my get-out-of-jail-free card."

The nurse frowned as they hooked her back into the system. "Are you in some pain, Mrs. Lisbon? You know you have a morphine pump."

Jane quickly intercepted that. "It seems she has a bad reaction to that and while it is quite amusing might prove counteractive to her recovery."

Once the nurses had left she looked at him. "Amusing?"

He grinned and handed over a penguin. "His name is Sanchez."

She smiled as she accepted and cuddled with him until she was asleep once again.

When Teresa was finally cleared from the hospital she made a beeline for home, courtesy of Jane. Once she was there she tried immediately to shove him out. Unsuccessfully.

"I've seen enough of you the past few days to last a lifetime, Jane," she told him testily.

He sat on the couch and yawned. "Just let me rest a couple of minutes, Lisbon. I haven't got much sleep lately."

She sat a cushion down from him and frowned. "Oh, don't pull that crap with me. You never get sleep."

"Just because I don't get sleep doesn't mean I don't need sleep," he pointed out.

She let him rest his eyes for a moment before giving in to the temptation. "Ok, I want to know how you did it."

He opened his eyes, turned her head, and cocked an eyebrow. "Did what?"

"Convinced Ramage the coast was clear."

Jane grinned. "Oh, that was easy. I was betting on Ramage never seeing Lilly so I got a replacement."

"Who?"

"Van Pelt."

Teresa snorted in laughter. "Seriously, she's going to get a complex soon. How'd you pass her off as 14?"

"Long distance in a car."

"Not too bright was he," she said, dryly.

Jane's grin grew. "He thought he had an ace in the hole with you."

"He didn't know about you."

"You have to have a plan."

Teresa grinned. "And you, Patrick Jane, always do."