•Patrick: Are we sleeping together?
Teresa: Excuse me?

•Teresa: Aw, Jane kissed a girl.
Patrick: What? Yeah, on the cheek.
Teresa: Yeah. Still counts.

•Patrick: (making a call on his cell phone) Hi. I made a booking for two for this afternoon. Could wewe put us on the terrace? It's zaidi romantic. Thanks... Yeah, Patrick... Lovely. See wewe then. (ends phone call then looks at Teresa) Don't fret, I wouldn't seduce wewe over a meal. That'd be very sophomoric.
Teresa: I didn't think wewe were trying to seduce me.
Patrick: Come on, how could that thought not have entered your head?
Teresa:(stares speechlessly...

•Teresa: Are wewe all right?
Patrick: Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I’m still home… Would wewe take me drunk?

•Patrick: [after working with Hightower] Oh, wewe mean going out with another woman?
Teresa: Yeah - no. wewe know what I mean.
Patrick: It was great. It was fun. Intense. Uh, challenging. I think we had a great connection.
Teresa: That's great.
Patrick: What? wewe a little jealous? [Lisbon hits Jane with one of her crutches]

•Teresa: You're never gonna guess where he grew up.
Patricke: Then I won't even try.
Teresa + Patrick: Vineland, California.
Teresa: How did wewe do that?
Patrick: I followed...

•Patrick: [holds out a flower] For you.
Teresa: Does it squirt water?
Patrick: No. It's no trick. Maybe just a little trick to catch the killer.
Teresa: With a hydrangea?
Patrick: Yeah.
Teresa: How?
Patrick: Well wouldn't that be spoiling the fun?
Teresa: For you. Spoiling the fun for you.
Patrick: That's the fun that matters.

•Teresa: So what did wewe do? Honestly.
Patrick: He had a gun.
Teresa: No. I mean how did wewe raise the bail money.
Patrick: Oh. That. Murder for hire. Killed a snitch. Stabbed him in the kidneys.
Teresa: wewe did not.
Patrick: I did not. I won it at a card game, but I had wewe for...

•Patrick: The pocket rocket,
the dynamite, heavily armed, cute as a button Agent Teresa Lisbon!

•Patrick: I have a lot on my mind right now. Uh, I didn't really didn't want to come to work today. But my good friend, and colleague, Agent Lisbon tricked me into meeting you. Knowing that I couldn't refuse wewe because you're the age my daughter would be if she were still alive. If she hadn't be murdered. Murdered kwa a man named Red John. Whom I met recently, he saved my life and abducted a friend of mine. Long story. Hence many things on my mind.
Teresa: I promise, I will never lie to wewe again....

Chapter 1
The sun was setting… Vanpelt, Cho, and Rigsby alisema their goodnights and headed home. Lisbon was in her office filing last dakika paper work. Jane popped his head in. “You still here???” he asked.
    “Yeah… I’m just done. wewe can head home.”
    “Can I get wewe anything… Tea? Coffee?”
    “No Thanks. I’m fine! Really, go home! It’s been a long day!” she ordered with a smirk.
    “Okay… okay… I’m leaving” he winked at her. She tried her best not to smile back at him…...

Chapter 2
It was dark and quiet at the warehouse… it looked abandoned. Lisbon quietly got out of her car and walked to the front door. It was halfway opened. She slipped inside… She reached for her gun. A deep voice rang out – “Put the gun down if wewe want your friend to live”
    Lisbon didn’t move, her hand was still on the gun. “PUT IT DOWN NOW” yelled the scary voice.
    “Okay…” Lisbon alisema “I’m lowering my weapon now. Where’s Jane?” She placed her gun on the floor. She stood there – no one answered. “Where’s JANE?”...

Chapter 4
“What a day” alisema Rigsby! The others agreed. “I’m so glad Lisbon’s okay” alisema Vanpelt. The team was cleaning up their desks. Lisbon was salama and being taken care of kwa doctors. She had taken quite the beating, but the doctors alisema she was a fighter and should be okay. The attacker had been shot and killed when the police encircled the building… and Red John, well, he was gone, no where insight. They must have scared him off when the police arrived at the building. It was a good thing they got there when they did. Who knows what he would have done to Lisbon.
    Jane...

Chapter 3
Lisbon awoke in darkness… her hands and legs were tied with ropes. Her body ached… all she could remember was her attackers beating her up and then everything going black. She must have passed out she thought. It was cold and damp in the room. All she could think about was Jane… was he okay? Was he alive? Did they hurt him???
    She was startled kwa a noise… her attacker walked in. “Get up – I have someone who wants to meet you…” He picked her up like she was light as a feather and drug her into another room. He tied her to a chair and then left...

•Jane: Interesting about Bertram, huh?
Lisbon: wewe alisema that before. No, it’s not.
Jane: I got a weird vibe the first moment I met him.
Lisbon: The director of the division of law enforcement did not kidnap Harvey Dublin.
Jane: So wewe think. How well do wewe know him?
Lisbon: This is your revenge, isn’t it? Well, I am simply gonna ignore you.
Jane: I’m not punishing you, though wewe do deserve it. Dublin turned out to be the sleazebag I guessed he was.
Lisbon: He deserves justice like everybody else.
Jane: Oh, you’re a cop. wewe have to say that. wewe don’t really believe it.
Lisbon: My fingers...

•Teresa: Just so wewe know, Jane. I'm okay.
Patrick: About?
Teresa: Losing my job. I'm not going to say that I like it. But we got Red John. It was worth it.
Patrick: Don't be silly. "A" wewe haven't Lost you're job.
Teresa: The hearing's a formality.
Patrick: And "B" we didn't get Red John.

•Patrick: Lisbon, I understand your precarious emotional state. aliyopewa you've just gotten your job back, and your sensitivity to the bureaucrats that are watching your every move.
Teresa: They are.
Patrick: Yes, but that's your thing. I gotta be me. I can't change who I am.
Teresa: No, but wewe can change where...