A/N: I really can't believe this story is ending; it's still a surprise that I actually wrote one at all since I'm not much of a writer. Thank you for the support throughout this fic guys! It really means a lot to me.

Disclaimer: In Whitney Houston's words… I HAVE NOTHING! NOTHING! NOOTHIIINGG!

Epilogue

Months later…

Patrick Jane woke up to the sun's rays seeping its way through the blinds of his slightly darkened room. He blinked a couple of times trying to disentangle himself from sleep and into a total awareness state. Jane started to stretch but he noticed that he couldn't because his right arm is currently trapped underneath a good hundred pounds of pale skin and dark hair that was lying on top of him. The woman's face was carefully tucked into his neck and her hair was tickling him. He tenderly strokes back the hair away from the pale faced woman that was Teresa Lisbon and started to gently caress her cheek.

At first, he thought that Lisbon sleeping on top of him was because she was huge on cuddling but he figured that she had resorted to cuddling and using him as her personalized human pillow for the past months was out of the fear that he might be gone in the morning. It breaks his heart that she entertained such things and it was time to remedy that train of thought.

Deep in her sleep, Lisbon unconsciously leaned into Jane's palm which elicited a smile from the man's face. As Jane finally had his right arm free, he carefully placed it at the small of his Teresa's back to try to keep her from falling off of her current spot. He loved watching her sleep, so peaceful and calm, but it doesn't come close to his favorite Teresa Lisbon expressions which amuse him to no end, the riled-up-fury-filled one to be exact.

Teresa Lisbon awoke to the smooth hand lazily drawing inconsistent patterns in her back. She noticed that over the night, the bed that she was lying on became a little stiff and hard but very warm. She wasn't really a fan of lying on her stomach and the only reason she did so was when a certain blond Adonis of hers was lying beneath her. Lisbon slowly raised her head from the much loved spot in the crook of his neck. When she opened her eyes, the familiar pair of sea blue eyes met her jaded ones.

"Good morning, Heart!" Jane greeted enthusiastically and leaned down a bit to give her, her daily dose of morning kiss. She loved this specific term of endearment because it didn't refer to her as any kind of pastry or something too much for her liking. Heart, it seems so special and I like to think it's because I'm in a part of his heart now. She thought. She pulled back slightly to cross her arms against his chest and enjoyed the pure adoration and love that adorned his face before she replied her groggy 'good morning' and lowered her head and pressed her lips against his. Jane's hold on her waist grew tighter as he flipped her to her back, reciprocating their position. Lisbon let out a soft gasp and wiggled beneath him to compensate his weight on her. Jane smiled his I-know-something-you-don't-know smile which mostly irritated her and one the top reason for her to smack him in the back of his head.

"I want to ask you something but I'm afraid I would earn another visit to the hospital and I really don't want to see Dr. Saunders face anytime soon or ever at that. Those stitches were horrible!" He said with disgust distinctly heard in his tone but the genuine smile on his face threw out said disgust.

Exasperated, she said, "What is it Patrick, Isn't it a little early for your tricks?"

His smiling face turned into a more serious one and he replied, "No tricks today Heart."

"Then what is it? What's wrong?"

She was now worried and a little frightened that he might once again leave and never come back this time around. Jane rolled off to her side and was now sitting, back against the headboard. He tugged on to Lisbon's arms so she could do the same and he pulled her close to him. "Nothing's wrong Teresa. Not unless you answer my question incorrectly."

Confusion filled her face as Jane was reaching for something that was on the bedside table and when he got it; his left hand was now rubbing the soft skin that was her stomach. She shifted so she was now facing him and she gasped when she followed what caught his attention. His right hand held out a tiny black velvet box containing a flower-like ring; a diamond not too big and nowhere near tiny either was in the middle with five emeralds surrounded it acting as petals.

Watching in awe as his Heart was now teary eyed, he asked the question he thought he would never have a chance in saying ever again, "Promise me something first, Teresa. There will be no pushing or anything that would cause me bodily harm. I really don't want to be pushed off the bed by this," He smiled and looked at her for confirmation and she nodded in agreement and then continued, "Will you marry me Teresa?"

As their gazes locked, Jane dropped the mask that was a permanent figure in his life and let Lisbon see all of him. He didn't feel bare and judged under her gaze but loved and a deep appreciation that he dropped the act when he was around her. That he could feel safe and perfectly secure with her.

Teresa Lisbon nodded incoherently as the tears started to break away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly but the love behind it was overwhelming. Breaking the kiss, she leaned her forehead against his and the teary green met an equally teary blue. "Yes Patrick. I will."

…..

Another two years later…

"JJJAAANNNEEE!" screamed the familiar angry voice of Gale Bertram somewhere in the bullpen. There was only one person who could execute this kind of anger towards the CBI director but he was currently on leave and lately, there was another one who stepped into those shoes, causing the old man's feathers to ruffle.

It was Kimball Cho's very own consultant.

Cho came back from New York about two years ago. With the former lead agent being promoted, the SCU lacked a team leader. He was more than capable of doing the job and Sacramento was his home and it was where his old team that he considered his family lived with his niece and nephews so he accepted the position and settled back in. Being a lead agent meant that he was running his own team now with an added bonus of a pain in the ass consultant. He also had a great appreciation for the former lead agent for handling their old team with her own wayward consultant who was definitely way worse than the one under him now.

With the said consultant has been causing, nobody was immune to Bertram's wrath. Not even the head of the Serious Crimes Unit who pretty much had gotten all the heat for it. Teresa Jane wasn't startled when a very pissed off Gale Bertram stormed into her office because it has become a far too familiar routine for the past weeks.

"Where is your husband, Jane?" Bertram demanded.

The little transition from Lisbon to Jane over the years wasn't too difficult. Some agents still called her Lisbon as to not confuse her to the consultant and she didn't mind. Usually when somebody yelled her surname with animosity, annoyance and hatred laced with it is how she could tell if it was for her or her husband. Usually, it was for the latter.

Looking up from her paperwork to look at the clock on the wall, she simply replied, "If I'm not mistaken, he is on his way up sir. He's on sabbatical though, why are you looking for him?"

And right as if on cue, Patrick Jane waltzes into her office followed by his two little minions; a little boy with emerald eyes and a familiar set of blond curls holding a tiny cerulean-eyed brunette's hand. She couldn't help but smile at the two little angels that just walked in with their father. It was as if seeing a little Patrick and Teresa who switched eye color. Alex was carrying a small rectangular box and his sister Cathy one long-stemmed white rose.

"Hello Gale," Jane greeted casually and looked down where his beloved children were, "you know the twins."

The two adorable kids smiled and waved at Bertram's way and headed towards the desk where their mom was currently sitting and gave her sloppy kisses and left what they were carrying on her lap before heading to the couch in the corner.

"Since you're already here Patrick, do you mind telling me when you're coming back to work?" asked Bertram, a little less irritated.

A smug grin was plastered on his face now as he answered, "Miss me already, Bertram?" As much as he wanted to annoy the man, he didn't feel like staying in the office any longer than necessary today because he wanted to take his family out to dinner tonight. "Don't worry; I'll be back and ready to claim my couch on Monday."

"Okay then, I'll leave you guys alone. Bye twins!" he said and exited the office.

Jane walked over to where his wife was he grabbed the box and opened it, revealing a bracelet that matched her engagement ring. "It's beautiful Patrick. Thank you."

A/N: I know it's really cliché but I just couldn't help it.

He moved closer to whisper, "Happy anniversary Heart. I love you." He placed a tender kiss on her lips and they broke apart when their two little angels rushed to them and yelled, "Appy anissry!" then they both chuckled, marveling at what adorable little creature they brought to the world. Both picking up a child, they headed to the ancient elevator but before they went in, Teresa was on her toes and gave Patrick's cheek a peck. "I love you too."