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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREME VIOLENCE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Teresa was snuggled on top of Patrick, she wasn't like this when they had fallen asleep last night.

Somehow his tummy had became her pillow, she was so comfortable she didn't want to move, she was curled in a ball almost, with one arm wrapped around the lower part of him, and her left arm curled up to him.

She could feel his left hand in her hair, and his right one on her shoulder.

To her, he seemed to be asleep, but she wondered what he would think seeing her like this, but after all, he had fallen asleep like this too, a couple months ago.

Patrick was awake, but so comfortable he didn't want to move, he was also watching Teresa, she was so beautiful, and so adorable at the same time.

He couldn't understand how anyone would ever hurt her, it made him angry, he kept himself still as he watched her, he also noticed something else, her hair splayed out on his chest, he noticed how soft, and silky it was.

This was perfect, laying like this, her with him, his rock.

He only hoped that he was making her this happy, Teresa was doing an incredible job helping him with many things, he wondered if she even knew how much.

Teresa was his best friend, in the months he was staying with her, something had changed, something big.

No one would lay like this with their best friend, you would lay like this with your significant other, or husband and wife, but not best friends, he started noticing things in him changing toward her, he started thinking about things he shouldn't, all the what ifs, and all the but what's.

His eyes watched her as she eased herself higher to him, making eye contact, man she was so beautiful in the morning, she was beautiful anyway, but it was something about this time of day, that just made her glow, something that made it so he couldn't take his eyes away if he tried.

Teresa smiled as she saw him looking at her.

"Good morning, I don't know when you became my pillow."

She laughed a little shyly, it was different after all.

"Good morning to you too, I love being your pillow, I can't think of anyone else I would have lay on me."

She blushed, she couldn't help it.

"Oh I see."

Short and sweet, she was kinda thrown by his words.

"So...um, what do you want to do today?"

"Well, how about we go to the beach, its hot enough, I would love to teach you to surf, its fun, and the waves are going to be good today for it."

Teresa couldn't help but smile, he looked so happy, like a kid turned loose in a candy store.

"That sounds like fun, although there is one thing."

Patrick looked surprised by her statement.

"Such as what?"

"Well, its so comfy here."

They both softly laughed.

"I know, but it would be fun to teach you, if you want to I mean, we don't have too."

"No, I want to go with you!"

In one second she realized what she had said, then felt herself blush, she really hoped he knew what she meant by that statement.

"Okay then, lets get started, we can shower when we get back, and you can help me get more settled in."

"Sounds like a plan."

Teresa was laying on her side now, facing him, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then he leaned down and kissed her lips, just like he had started doing a couple nights ago, it was sweet, and tender, always watching her as he did this, almost like he was trying to see something.

When they pulled away he smiled at her, hugged her tightly, then slowly untangled them.

"OH YEAH!"

"Someones not ready to crawl out yet."

"Ma, just stretching, good for your back."

Teresa was getting a good view of his muscular back, she liked the looks of it, she blushed again, then set up, and crawled out.

She grabbed a pair of light blue, soft cotton shorts, and a white tank top, she would change before they left for the beach, but she wanted to cook breakfast first, she headed for the bathroom while he set and waited.

Teresa changed, brushed her teeth, and put her hair in a pony tail, then stepped out to see that Patrick had left their bed, she wondered where he had gotten, but then quickly smelled delicious things that told him were he was...the kitchen, man could this guy cook, so she headed down to him.

When she got downstairs, she noticed he had changed into his shorts, but they didn't look like swimming shorts, they were cargo shorts, khaki color with a couple pockets.

"What are you doing, I was going to cook breakfast for us."

"What's wrong with me cooking, besides I thought I would surprise you."

"Are those swimming trunks?"

"No, not exactly, I thought I would change before we left."

"Oh, okay."

Again with the short answer, why did this man have to look like this?

She shook her head at the thought, while she poured them some orange juice.

"I hope your hungry, I got scrambled eggs, and fruit."

"Sounds great, although I thought you weren't suppose to eat before swimming."

"No, your not, I thought we could go walking first, then swim, and surf."

"Oh, that sounds nice."

Teresa set down as he came with their food, filling both plates.

"Patrick this looks and smells so good!"

"I am glad you like my cooking."

"I do, tonight though, I will cook you dinner, deal?"

"Deal."

They shook hands as they ate, then out of nowhere the phone rang, she let the machine pick it up.

"Hey Boss, Hightower wants a case file you have at home, she wanted me to call you and ask if you could drop it by, you can put it on my desk, she is going to pick it up, I hope you have a great weekend, bye."

"Cho, wonder what he's up to today."

"I don't know Patrick, kinda odd she didn't call me herself, don't you think?"

"Not really, she's an odd duck, we all know that."

Teresa nodded her head, she couldn't disagree with him, she was.

They had finished their breakfast, and stood.

"Why don't you go to the office now, drop the file off, and when you come back, we can get ready and head out, we can have a picnic too."

"Okay, yeah that sounds nice, I can get this done why you get our stuff together."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Teresa went back upstairs to get her cell, and came back down, she then got her keys, and other belongings, along with the file she needed, and walked back to Patrick who was washing dishes.

"You really don't have to do that Patrick."

"I know, I just want to, that's all."

They hugged, and once again, and kissed before she left, she stood there for a minute, just watching him.

"Well, I will see you in 10 minutes, have fun."

"Always, my dear, always, be safe see you in a few."

Then she left, on her way to the office, Patrick home alone.

He finished the dishes, and wiped the table off before heading upstairs.

Patrick was on the hunt for swimming shorts.

"Where the heck are they, hmmm?"

He looked some more, until we finally came across them.

"Ah yes, took me long enough."

He softly laughed to himself.

He placed them on the bed, then went in the bathroom to brush his teeth, while in there he looked around, he loved it here, it was so happy here, she made it that way.

He finished, spit, used mouthwash, and shaved, he knew that they always had very close contact, and he had noticed a few times her skin looked a bit irritated from his scruff, he wouldn't have that, her soft creamy skin couldn't be marred.

Patrick headed back downstairs to their hall closet to get the picnic basket and and blanket when he heard someone at the door, he wondered why Teresa would knock, but it was probably the maintenance guy going to check out the air conditioning, just letting them know what was going on.

Patrick got up, and walked to the door, and opened it.

"May I help you?"

"Oh yes you may, you don't me, but we have meant."

The man's voice would give Freddy Kruger a run for his money.

Patrick found himself becoming oddly nervous, so he decided to make small talk, Teresa should be coming back shortly anyway.

"Um, we have, how have we meant, I'm good with faces."

Patrick smiled as the man did, only the man's wasn't warm, it was creepy.

" Ah Patrick, its a shame we go way back, you don't remember?"

Patrick suddenly hoped this guy wasn't who it seemed to be, he played along, but was becoming anxious.

"How did we meet?"

"Patrick, I am Red John."

Patrick's blood went cold, he was standing face to face with the monster that took his family away.

Patrick clenched his fists, he was more than ready to fight this monster.

Red John looked down at Patrick's fists.

"Now now, we wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious Teresa now would we?"

"Don't you dare touch her."

"Oh, threatening me are we, apparently we didn't learn much the first time around did we?"

"I learned plenty."

"Such as?"

"Never to take people you love for granted."

"Oh, so touching, good, but I'm not convinced."

"What more do you want?"

"I want you."

"Me, I thought I was game piece."

"Oh your much more, so much more, see I have been watching you for the past two months, and I must say, I don't think you have learned your lesson."

Patrick stood there, his heart pounding, breathing erratic, and full of anger, how dare he come here.

"You were going to kill Teresa weren't you?"

"No, I actually sent her away so I could have some time with you, to get caught up."

He knew there had to be a catch.

"What do you want from me, I will do anything you want, just don't hurt her, promise me you won't hurt her."

"I promise I won't hurt her, if you come with me."

Patrick turned his head, and looked around his home one more time, breathing in her scent for the last time, he knew what was coming, he would go through Hell for her, and he knew that was exactly what was going to happen, he would never see Teresa again, he would never see his home again, Teresa would be alone, and hurt.

She was a good woman, he knew she would make any man happy, he just wanted her to be treated right.

Patrick drank it all in as he turned back to Red John.

"Okay, I will go with you."

"Good, I have plans for us to have some fun."

Patrick knew what kinda fun Red John loved to have, he knew in a short while he would be dead.

He stepped out and locked the door, and shut it, then walked out to a brand new looking black van.

"Hop in Patrick!"

It made him sick to see this man so excited to hurt people.

Patrick opened the door and crawled in, as Red John just set there for a minute.

Patrick turned his head, he was so saddened, he didn't want to leave Teresa, he wanted the assurance that she would be safe, how did he know for sure?

As soon as he thought it Red John reached over and cable tied his wrists together, Patrick didn't fight, he was doing this for Teresa, his Teresa.

"Okay, now were ready!"

Patrick watched his home pass by, as they rode down the street, he could feel tears in his eyes, but he wouldn't dare cry, he wouldn't give the maniac that satisfaction.

"Awww, why so sad, I told you I won't hurt her, I promised, I am a man of my word, you know first hand when I say I will do something I mean it."

Patrick felt so sick, he hoped it was quick, but he knew deep down it wouldn't be, this was Red John after all.

"I guess I will properly introduce myself, my name is Bryan Parker."

"Oh, okay."

"Not feeling like talking huh, maybe I can convince you, you see I know about everything you and Teresa have done, all the hugs, and kisses, she looks so cute in those feminine sets she sleeps in."

Patrick was so angry he could bite nails into, how dare he look at her like that.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that."

"Oh I got you talking, good."

They drove by the beach, it was deserted, just how he had hoped it would be, so their walk would be private, just them two, he wanted so much to be with her, this was killing him, but he had no choice, it was her or him, so it was him.

They came to an old abandoned warehouse, pulled up in the drive and stopped.

"Okay, were here."

Red John got out, then came to let Patrick out, he was barefoot, and there were shells and glass in the drive way, not where he parked but right where someone would get out.

He slightly winced but tried to be careful as he walked, it didn't help that Red John had started his fun, pushing Patrick, so he would cut his feet, and it worked, there were now trails of blood on up the path.

He opened the door and Patrick looked around, it was dark, just a couple of lights, and musty.

He was pushed violently, so hard he fell, pushing the shells and glass in his knees, causing more blood to come.

"Your too slow you know that?"

He pulled Patrick up, not to gently and practically threw him inside, he once again lost his balance, and fell on concrete, cutting his hands and legs.

"Come on Patrick, get up!"

Patrick could tell he was getting angry, so he got himself up slowly, and stood in front of his nightmare.

Red John took Patrick's wrists and cut the cable ties, he then pushed him in a chair.

"Don't try anything, or its Teresa."

Patrick just watched him go, if he did anything, Red John would kill her, or someone that worked with him would kill her, he wouldn't have that.

He came back with chains, heavy weighted down chains, they were thick, and had probably been cleaned.

Red John secured Patrick tightly to the chair, his hands to the arms, and his feet to the legs.

"There, you must really care for her, I gave you three opportunities to hurt me, but you didn't even bother."

Patrick's head hung down, he didn't want to look at him.

He roughly grabbed Patrick's hair, and yanked his head up.

"YOU BETTER LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!"

Patrick tried not to wince, he knew the maniac would enjoy it too much, he was only two inches from his face screaming at him.

"I will, I'm sorry."

"Good then."

He let go of his hair, pushing his head forward, and walked off to a table with all kinds of different things laid out on it.

Patrick shook his head, and watched the door, hoping that somehow if Teresa was alive he could go through whatever Red John had planned.

He stood in front of Patrick, and Patrick looked up at him.

"Oh I see we learned our lesson from the last time huh?"

Patrick nodded.

"I bet I can get you talking with this."

He pulled out a whip, with razor blades embedded in it, he was also now wearing leather gloves, different from the ones he had on before.

"Let the games begin."

He began his torture, hard whipping all over his chest, tummy, legs, arms, feet, even his face, he tried not to wince as the blades embedded themselves inside his flesh, and ripped out, he knew he it would be better for Teresa this way.

He continued, his fun, then left the whip and came back with a butcher knife.

"This is a special knife Patrick, I used this on your family."

Patrick felt the tears, and tried hard to fight it.

"Now it is going to be used on you."

He took the knife and began cutting him, deep, then stabbed him over and over, he was in his element, nothing was going to stop his fun, nothing, there wasn't a single place he had missed.

He violently pushed Patrick forward, and stabbed his back, and slashed him all over, his blood now pouring out of him.

"I'm not done yet."

He left Patrick barely breathing as he fell back to the chair, just to be yanked forward harder.

He whipped his back this time with a shorter one, it still had razor blades in it though, it hurt so much, but Teresa was worth it, if he died, it would be for her.

When he was done, he pushed him back to the chair and looked at him, Patrick was covered in blood, slashes, and cuts all over him, all over his shorts, and all over the floor where he was.

"You don't look have bad, but I'm not done yet."

Patrick's breathing was shallow, but he wasn't going to give up, he couldn't.

Red John came back with a chain, a heavy looking one, like the one that tied him down.

He wrapped the chain around his hand and began to hit him with it, his face, head, hands, arms chest, tummy, legs, feet, then took his hair yanked him forward and beat his head, neck and his back.

Red John pulled him back to a setting position, patting his shoulder, that was split open by his knife.

Patrick breathed, in an awkward way, it hurt to breath, he couldn't move, he tried to think of happy things, his time with Teresa was sacred to him, he would never take that back, he wanted a life with her, to have her, to be hers.

He came back again with the same knife as before.

This time he made a long deep cut from his chest to his tummy, Patrick took a deep breath, he fought off the screams he felt inside.

He then ran the knife down his arms and legs, purposely hitting places he knew arteries were located, and watched him bleed.

Patrick looked up at him, hanging on to a thread.

"You look good now."

No one in their right mind would ever think this man was Patrick Jane, he was swollen from the punches, and blood still seeped out of his open wounds.

"You know what, I wonder what Teresa is up too?"

Patrick just stared, he was so weak, he could barely hold his eyes open.

Teresa was at the office getting ready to leave when she noticed something about the fax machine in her office, she quickly walked in there and found something that made her cry.

"NO, PLEASE NO!"

She read what it said:

Hello Teresa,

Nice to see your getting along with our favorite man. I have to say though, it concerns me, you see I took his reasons for living away from him, and it seems to be you now are his reason. So I must stop this immediately, in case you haven't figured things out yet, I am going to get him, and capture him, and have so much fun with him Teresa, by the way, the things you wear around him say you have feelings for him, and are trying to attract his attention, otherwise you would never dress in such ways. Oh and also, HE IS MINE. Hope I get to see you soon, so you can see your present. I guess you have figured out I tricked you by now right? Your very smart, you should have known better.

Best wishes,

Red John : )

Teresa felt so sick, her present, what was he doing to him, she made a call to Cho.

"Cho its Teresa, listen we have an emergency, Red John has Patrick, I need everyone on this, but I need you to stay quiet, if he hears you, he will kill Patrick, I know it, alert the rest of the team, I think I might know where he is, thanks, bye."

Teresa ran out with her extra gun and bullets and sped out of the parking lot, she didn't even give Cho time to answer, she didn't have time, and Cho knew her well enough to stay quiet and listen.

She drove past their home, and tears fell freely, she could see him smiling at her, why did this have to happen, why didn't she call Cho to see why Hightower hadn't called her herself.

She drove past the beach, and cried more, this was suppose their day, not this.

"Wait a minute our day, okay, maybe I do have feelings for him, maybe I care too much, I can't help that I love him!"

She cried and told herself, love him, love him, it was true she did love him, but it was something else, she was in love with him, she couldn't help it, she was.

Teresa came past a warehouse and stopped, she saw blood on the drive way, and her heart sank, she carefully placed her cell phone in her tennis shoe, that way he wouldn't know she had it, she had to leave her gun behind, so she locked it up in the glove box before stepping out.

She walked up to the door, and pulled the creaky object open, then she saw him.

"Patrick?"

Her voice was low, as she eyed him, his head hung to his chest, she wasn't sure yet, maybe it wasn't him, maybe this was a trick to catch her, but as she got closer, she knew, and she felt so sick.

"Ah, Teresa, so glad you could join us, glad you were smart, and didn't bring anyone with you."

"Is he...dead?"

"Hmmm, well close, how do like my work, I worked three hours on him, didn't I do great?"

She looked at him and looked at Patrick.

"Well Teresa, didn't I do good?"

She could tell he was getting aggravated.

"Yes, yes you did."

Tears fell, as she walked closer to Patrick.

"One thing, if you cry, I will do more."

Teresa swallowed the lump in her throat, and wiped her eyes, she couldn't stand to see more done to him, she knew her team were on the way, she knew Cho knew where she was, so she had to keep Red John from hurting Patrick more.

"So Teresa, what do you think?"

"About what?"

She asked low.

"About Patrick here, don't you think he got what he deserved?"

Teresa had had enough, fifth-teen minutes, and she couldn't take anymore.

"DON'T YOU THINK HE HAS SUFFERED ENOUGH, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE HIM BE!"

She realized her mistake.

"I'm sorry, its just...PLEASE DON'T!"

"YOU THINK YOUR SOMETHING DON'T YOU, WELL GUESS WHAT, YOUR NOTHING!"

Red John violently yanked Patrick's head back and slashed his throat, blood poured out.

"YOU HAPPY NOW, HE WILL DIE, AND I WILL BE FREE OF THIS SCUM, ALL THANKS TO YOU DEAR TERESA!"

Teresa fell on her knees and watched Patrick's face, she could see tears running down his face.

"I'm so sorry Patrick, I'm so sorry."

She cried as she touched him, that's when she saw something on the floor shimmering, an piece of glass, Red John had his back turned so he didn't see her pick it up, stand up and wait for him to turn around to her.

"So this is where you bring your victim's?"

She was crying, but she had to be strong for Patrick

"Some."

She noticed he was cleaning his knife of Patrick's blood, now more pooling at her feet, she told him she would kill Red John for him, now she was.

She walked up slowly to him, he turned to face her, she looked calm yet lost at the same time, he didn't suspect a thing, he was unguarded, and didn't think quick enough as Teresa plunged the six inch piece of glass in his chest, causing him to fall to the floor, she worked quickly, cable tying his wrists, and feet together, pulling him in the middle of an area, where he could not get to any weapons, she then kicked his head, again and again, until he stopped breathing.

She then ran to the table to get the keys she would need to unlock his chains.

"Patrick, hold on okay, he's dead, I killed him for you, just like I said I would, so I need to to hang on, okay?"

She unlocked the chains around his feet, gently pulling them away, she noticed they were so tight they were embedded in his skin, she then gently unchained his wrists, she found the same thing, the chains had been embedded.

As the chains fell, he fell on her his blood covering her, she eased him out of the chair, and set on the floor with him in her lap, she gently caressed his face, and held his head tightly to her heart.

"Patrick stay with me, help is coming, please stay with me...I...I love you so much, please don't die."

She cried, as pushed her shoe off, and moved her phone to her hand.

"HURRY!"

That's all was said as she hung up, and waited for her team to come.

"Patrick, I love you, hold on."

His body was limp, she could tell he wasn't breathing now, so she gently laid him down, and began CPR, nothing, just emptiness.

Teresa could taste his blood, and continued, still nothing.

"PATRICK, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DIE, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Teresa kept trying, gently pushing on his chest, but it seemed to make things worse, the blood was filling his mouth more, she suddenly heard the sirens, and prayed hard.

"Help is here Patrick , help is here, hold on okay, please hold on."

14 pages, wow, my longest yet. Okay, I said it was rough. Please read and review. By the way it took me 7 hours to write this, and it will only take you 3 minutes to read it. :0(

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