Here is the first chapter of my new story I would love to hear what you all have to say about it, please tell me what you like or tell me what you don't.

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I can't do this, I don't know how? There is no parallel to this, I let my head fall into my hands. "Are you okay Lisbon?" I didn't look up I didn't need Jane to see me crying.

"Not now Jane." I sighed, I didn't have the energy to deal with him.

"Teresa?" Of course he wasn't going to leave. "What happened?" I could hear the concern and looked up to see him moving around the desk to be next to me. "After everything you've done for me, let me help you once." Maybe I could ask him for help, I mean of everyone he had the most experience. No, how would he react.

"It's…It's my friend from school, we were best friends." I stopped for a minute I was going to try and do this without crying. "She and her husband were in a car crash." This wasn't going to work, I couldn't stop myself from crying. "They didn't survive."

"Teresa." He whispered and pulled my head into his body. "Are you okay?"

"They had four kids." I cried, "Jane I need your help."

"Anything, you know that." He nodded.

"I don't know how to raise kids." I cried, "My brothers were all older when I started raising them."

"They left you their kids?" I could feel his gaze against the top of my head, and I just nodded my head. "I don't know if I'm really the best person to ask for that type of help."

"What are you talking about?" I looked up at him.

"The last time around I didn't do so well." He frowned, stepping away from me.

"Patrick you are the only person I would want to help me raise these kids." I stared at him wiping the tears from my eyes. "I can't do it on my own."

"Lisbon." He started, I watched him stare at me for a minute. "Yes of course I'll help you." He finally gave in.

"Thank you Jane," I got up and actually hugged him, it wasn't until I backed away that I realized how comfortable and safe I felt in his arms. "Can you come with me to Chicago?"

"When do we leave?" He attempted a smile.

"I don't know I haven't really… the funeral is Friday." I sighed, falling onto his couch, and watching as he came to sit next to me.

"I'll get the tickets then, you don't worry about that." He nodded and we sat in silence for a little longer I couldn't helping but start crying again, and he pulled me close and started rubbing small soothing circles on my back. "You'll be okay." He whispered and for some reason I believed him.

"Thank you Jane." I sniffled, but tried to stop realizing the mess I was probably making on his nice suit.

"You're okay." He repeated, and then, "Don't worry about the suit." Of course he knew what I was thinking, I couldn't help but grin, "So how old are these kids?"

"Alyssa and Emily are five and William is three then Cassandra is only three months old." I answered leaning into him.

"They're so young," He frowned.

"Cassandra's never going to know her parents." I agreed, "All she gets is me, I'm all the four of them get."

"Any kid would be lucky to have you for a mother." He reassured, "And you always have me."

"Thank you." I nodded for the third time in the past half hour.