Life Goes On

Chapter 1- Prologue

Her mother had always told her that if something was meant to be it would happen and if it didn't happen, well, it wasn't meant to be. She had lived by that all of her life, but another important lesson she learned from her mother as a child was that if life knocks you down and you can't face it anymore you move on, you go somewhere else and start again because with a broken heart or not your still alive and life goes on.

With a sigh she looked at the worn photo in her hands of times gone by, happier times. She looked down at her smiling face, his arm around her shoulder and she felt tears prick at her eyes. It was a beautiful photo, they had gotten the day off and he had organised a trip for the entire team. They had just had a simple picnic at the park and talked about everything in the world other than work, but in this picture the sun was shining on their faces and they both looked so happy. Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane, when it had just been the two of them.

Before the tears could fall she put the photo back inside the book she always kept it in, away from prying eyes. She wasn't the person she had been 5 years ago when that photo was taken and she was sure that he wasn't either.

She hadn't kept in touch with any of them, but she read newspapers and from doing so she found out 3 years ago that Red John was dead, Jane hadn't killed him, much to his dismay she assumed, but she wondered how he felt now that the man who had caused him so much pain was gone.

She often dwelled on their lives when she was alone like this, sitting in her living room with a cup of coffee and a book full of old memories. She wondered if he had lots of crazy little blonde haired kids with Kristina, he wondered if the woman had gotten her wish and had become Mrs Kristina Jane. She sometimes wondered about Cho, was he still dating Elise? Had they married? Had they had children? She knew from a clipping in the paper that Rigsby and Van Pelt had married 4 years ago and another clipping 3 years ago told her that on the same day of Red Johns death Grace Van Pelt gave birth to a little girl, she hadn't been able to hold back the tears when she found out the name and she remembered the article word for word;

"We decided to name our beautiful little girl Teresa Rigsby after someone who meant a lot to my wife and I and also to the team we worked on when we first met."

There wasn't any resentment in the article, no anger, just pain and sadness and loneliness, they missed her and she missed them too, but she knew she couldn't go back now, too much had changed.

Whenever she had thoughts of going back to Sacramento and joining the CBI again she looked around her and told herself she couldn't. She had a daughter now who had friends here and a husband who worked here in San Francisco.

She had given up police work entirely, working as a Mom at home for the past 5 years, she loved her daughter and it kept her going, but she missed the job and the people she had left 5 years earlier. Every day she thought about them, wondered what they were doing, if they were on a case.

She knew that since the wedding Rigsby had transferred to the organised crimes unit, but apparently the units worked very closely and the team was still as in tact as it could be.

She found her thoughts drifting to Patrick Jane whenever she thought of home, if home was where the heart is then he was her home. She knew when she married her husband that Patrick Jane would forever hold her heart and he knew that he would always be 2nd best to the man, but he hadn't cared about that then because he had loved her.

So much was different now, he was always away doing god knows what with god knows who, leaving her and Aubrey here alone. The little girl barely saw her father these days; soon she wouldn't even recognise the man.

Her baby girl, well she was almost 5 years old, but she was still a baby to her, she meant the world. Aubrey Grace Harken. It didn't sound right anymore, the 'Harken' at the end, it should be 'Lisbon' or 'Jane.' She thought, her heart skipping a beat. The little girl was her lifeline, she could tell when her mother was sad and she would cheer her up, they would have so much fun together doing simple things like baking and although the circumstances weren't how she had planned them to be she knew that Aubrey was the best thing that had happened to her.

Looking around the large living room she thought (not for the first time) of how wrong it was for her. She was a homely person, she would have been happy with a little house for the 3 of them, but Dean Harken being rich had insisted on a large place with way too many rooms, she hadn't even been in half of the rooms in the place because it was huge.

One of the advantages that came with the large house was the Garden, she loved the garden, she could sit out in the sun for hours on a bench in the rose garden maze, it was beautiful and Dean had put it in especially for her.

Of course all these caring gestures from her husband had been a long time ago, for the first 3 years everything was great, they got on well and enjoyed each others company and they both adored Aubrey. In the last 2 years however things had changed, Dean had started to stay out very late at the weekends and sometimes he didn't even come home. It had gradually gotten worse as he rarely came home at all even during the week and when he did was withdrawn.

She had asked him on countless occasions what was wrong, but he would only say he was fine, but work was taking its toll. She was pretty sure he was having an affair with someone at work to begin with, but then she saw him out with a rough crowd and knew instantly he was into drugs.

She didn't like to talk to him at all these days never mind about his problems or her own and she was sure that their strained relationship was affecting their daughter, poor Aubrey caught in the middle of it all, she always seemed to be happy though. No matter what was going on around her she was always smiling, her little girl really was her rock and she was glad because she knew that when her marriage would inevitably break apart she would need Aubrey to pull her through it.

She came out of her reverie when she heard the door open and someone stumble through, with a sigh she went to tell her husband that if he was drunk he could leave and come back when he was sober, but when she reached the kitchen doorway and saw him standing there, covered in blood that was quite obviously not his own she knew that he was at the point of no return.

To Be Continued!

A/N- This is starting in the middle! The next chapter will go back in time to 5 years ago and you will see what happened to make Lisbon leave then time will catch up and you will see what the end of this chapter is all about if that makes sense? Lol!

This should be around 20 chapters long if I follow my plan properly

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