Hello all!
Sorry it has taken me a little longer than intended to write this, but i literally haven't had a free minute for the past week. The drama group i am in put on A Midsummer Night's Dream as their Play In A Week.. so i have been learning Shakespearean since Monday night. It's taken me the past couple of nights to finish this, as i seemed to get stuck about half way through.

But, here we are. The final chapter of my little story.
I dedicate this to every single person who has taken the time to read my story. I hope it hasn't let you down :)

Of Many Things
Chapter Thirty Four

Patrick Jane set up the path he had grown to know well over the past two years; the path that lead to the little church atop a hill. He found it odd that not one of them knew the name of the church, and yet they must have walked past it a hundred times. The sun was almost ready to set, but the air was still blissfully warm. His grey suit jacket hung neatly over his arm, and his hand held tightly a bunch of freshly picked wild flowers. The church had a small garden that was full of the most beautiful flowers, which visitors were allowed to pick bouquets from for their departed loved ones. Jane always made sure to leave a donation in the little jar that was fixed to the gate, and even spent the occasional Sunday afternoon planting new seeds.
As he laid his eyes upon his evening's destination his heart dropped a little. It still pained him desperately to think of Lisbon, his Lisbon, lying beneath the cold ground. Sometimes he forgot that she was gone; it was like she had simply popped out for a couple of hours and would soon stride back through the door, but then he caught sight of something that reminded him, and his whole world seemed to shatter at him feet. Nothing would ever fill his heart as entirely as Teresa Lisbon had, but he was slowly learning to make room for new wonders. And as he knelt down in front of Lisbon's head stone, arranging the flowers in the ever filled vase at the base, Jane could breathe a little easier than he had been able to since her death. His life was becoming his again. The love of his past would forever remain with him, but it no longer crippled his entire being. Life wasn't such a struggle. Angela had shown him what love was. Charlotte had shown him how you can truly love one person with your entire being. Red John had shown him the evils that walk this earth, and the monsters that it can make out of good men. Lisbon had been his saviour. Not only from the darkness in which she had found him, but in all that he had faced since. It was her strength that had allowed him to go on living, even after she had been stolen away. He truly owed his life to Teresa Lisbon.

He began as he always did when visiting her grave. It was almost a subconscious reaction to being there. His hands ran across the smooth stone; slowly etching their way over each and every letter. Jane felt the all too familiar shiver of grief that ran through him, being here was still too much like lying in that hospital bed two years ago, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again. But at the same time, a lightness seemed to over take him. The freedom to let down every single barrier, and simply show how he truly felt. The safety that he had always felt around Lisbon returned when he came to see her. Closing his eyes, he breathed in as deeply as possible, and was hit by the distant memory of her scent. It still clung to pieces of her clothing and in surprising places around the CBI offices, but never in such abundance as Jane found at the perfectly kept little cemetery. It was, Jane thought, as if he had been transported back to a time before he knew what losing Lisbon felt like. To a day many years ago when he was left temporarily blind due to the car bomb. To a time and place when he was sat within touching distance of her, and yet there was no physical contact between them. To a time when he couldn't see any of the world that surrounded him, and yet everything had seemed so clear and obvious. That scent that was utterly indescribable, and yet so definitely Lisbon, had been so clear that day. It was always that moment that he remembered first when visiting Lisbon's grave. A heartbreaking memory of the most beautiful kind. Jane made sure to keep his eyes pressed tightly together just a little while longer than he normally did that evening; needing the happiness to completely fill him up. Needing a little extra time in the loving embrace of his past before he started up his conversation of the night. For all the love and comfort he felt from speaking to Lisbon, where ever it may be that she was now listening from, it always left a bitter aftertaste. The deafening silence that followed, and the knowledge that she would never be able to reply, shook Jane's heart to the point of shattering. And yet, Jane knew that for as long as he lived, he would never stop speaking with Lisbon.

'Hello sweetie. I'm sorry i haven't been around here as much as i usually am, but everything has become a little manic at the school recently. I wish you could see it. I mean, really see it. You should have been holding my hand as i stepped out onto that stage. I know you would love it there. I could feel you watching us all today. I'm sure everyone else thinks i am mad for this, but i always know when you are watching over us. It's in the wind. The warmth that it brings and the shivers it creates. The smell of summer air. It's always an understated and almost unnoticeable change, but that is how i know it is you. You, my little bear cub, never needed to be flashy and over the top to be noticed. Every single pair of eyes in the room would find yours, no matter how much you tried to hide away from them. I might be full of trickery and sleight of hand, but you were created of true magic. The kind that can only be seen from the outside; which is what keeps it so spectacular. I've seen it in your whole family. The Lisbon's are magical family indeed. Lily especially. I very much suspect it is in her eyes. The forest green orbs of Teresa Lisbon; every flicker of emotion shows up in Lily's eyes as it did in yours. You would be so proud of her. I've been teaching her magic; only the good kind, i promise. She is going to help out at the school during her holidays and perhaps in the evenings too. I've never met a young girl with such a natural talent for magic. And her eyes, her eyes that are mirrors of your own, they light up so fantastically when i let her in on the ancient secrets of magic. I think i may have a little apprentice in the making. Although, she very often speaks of wanting to join the police force. Can you imagine that; the CBI won't know what's hit them if she does. It will be like having me and you perfectly mixed into one person. The bad guys don't stand a chance.
All the little munchkins are enrolled in the school. Although, they must nearly have seen every trick i know these past two years. Goodness, i still can't believe you have been gone from us for two years. Sometimes i think back and it seems like yesterday. I can still smell the disinfectant of the hospital room. I can still see the colour draining from your cheeks. I can still feel the moment you were stolen from me. But then i think of how much has changed, and i wonder how so much can have happened in just two years.
I have news on Grace and Wayne. They're having a little girl; Teresa Abigail Rigsby. There is so much happening that i wish you were here for. They're like this real little family now. And i am unbelievably happy for them; they have finally gotten what they always wanted. But i can't help but feel a little jealous too. I can't help but think that, that should have been us. Mummy Lisbon and Daddy Jane. I think they can both see it when they talk about the baby; the longing i mean. But i refuse to get in the way of their joy; i've already been more of a burden to them than i should ever have been. It isn't about me anymore. All that matters is that Grace and Wayne are going to have a beautiful little baby girl, and that they literally haven't stopped smiling for the past eight and a half months.
Cho has a girlfriend too, but i suspect you know more about that than i do. He always did tell you things before i had chance to figure them out. But he has the undeniable look of a man in love. Don't worry; i'm not losing my touch. Cho was always the hardest to read, well, second to you my dear.
I'm going over to Tommy's for dinner tonight, so i can't stay too much longer, i wouldn't want to be late. I never thought i would have a family after i lost you, but it turns out i have never been more wrong. I feel a little more like a true Lisbon each day, and that is a very wonderful thing indeed.
Goodnight my love. I hope that wherever you are; whatever beautiful place you currently find yourself in, that i am making you proud. You saved my life Teresa Lisbon, and intend to honour you throughout it.
I will come to see you soon Teresa, I love you.'

As Jane walked back through the little church garden; gathering up a bunch of wild daisies to take with him to dinner that night, he couldn't help but notice the wind as it sang through the trees. The sun had long begun to set, but it spread a warmth so beautiful it seemed to reach deep into his soul. Teresa Lisbon was always watching over him; waiting for the day that they were once again reunited. But until that day, Jane intended to live life as fully as he could. He had lost more than he ever thought imaginable throughout his life, but he had gained an awful lot too. Love had a way of sneaking up on you when it was least expected, and yet always when it was most needed. Patrick Jane had all the love in his life that he could ever wish for. And against all the odds, he was truly happy.

THE END.
Please, let me know what you thought?

I have truly loved writing this story, despite not always quite sticking to my intended time frame.
I'm not sure what will come next .. i am sure it will be something for The Mentalist again, but i am leaning towards a story that is altogether more fluff filled!

Thank you for reading. I hope you have enjoyed my little story.
Hope to see you all soon, Katie xx