*Patrick's pov*

"Patrick?" a voice asked me. I opened my eyes, but I wasn't in my home anymore. Well, not the home I shared with Missy. I was in the home I had with Angela. I looked up and saw her looking me in the eyes. I was in the bed I had with her, and I sat up looking around.

"Missy?" I asked, but Angela looked confused.

"Who is Missy?" she asked.

"My wife! She is my living wife. Where's our house, our kids, where is she?"

"Patrick, I'm your wife. I don't know this Missy. You must have dreamed her up. Sweetie, please calm down."

"But you were killed. You and Charlotte both!"

"Then why are we here?"

"I- I don't know. But Missy-"

"Is not real. Missy is just a person in your head, her and your kids. Trust me Patrick."

"Where's Charlotte?"

"Daddy!" the little eight year old jumped into my arms, and it felt good to hold her in my arms, her flesh and bones real. Angela hugged my neck, and it was perfect. All of this was just so right in my mind that Missy, Brayson, and Alexis were almost pushed from my mind. I just sat in this bed with my wife and daughter. Then I closed my eyes again, and felt someone shake me.

"Patrick?" a woman asked. It was Missy. I opened my eyes to find the house I was used to and Missy looking at me. Brayson and Alexis were asleep between us. I rubbed my forehead, and thought that Angela and Charlotte was all a dream.

"Patrick are you okay?" Missy asked me, and I nodded running my hand threw my hair.

"I am," I answered, but she looked unsure.

"Really?" she asked looking me in the eyes, and I stood up walking into the kitchen. The sunlight blinded me for a moment, and I took out a cup and placed water in a pot to heat up.

"I'm fine Missy, trust me."

"I do, but your eyes say that something is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong Missy."

"Well okay then, if you say so."

I didn't say anything and poured the water into the cup, and placed a tea bag in it. I took a sip and looked out the window. What kind of a dream was that? A world where I didn't know Missy was something I didn't want to think about. But yet my brain was. I looked over at her, and I sighed.

"Missy?" I asked her. She was looking for something and didn't look up.

"Huh?" she asked not really sounding like she was listening. Now or never to ask the question.

"What would you do if you never meant me?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"Just answer. What would you have done?"

"Well for one thing I wouldn't have been able to get over Mom's and Tara's death has easily. Another things is that I don't know how I would have gotten through the Red Stars without you."

"But I was the reason they took you again. Without me then you wouldn't have been taken."

"You don't know that. They would have done it no matter if you were there or not. I am glad you were there. The last thing that can come to my mind is that I wouldn't have two wonderful children without you. Why did you want to know?

"Because I had a dream where you were not my wife. It was still Angela."

"Patrick, I don't mind if you were worried. But the fact is that I will always be here."

"What if your not? What if something bad happens and you..."

"Then I want you to move on. Don't hold on to me, because then you just make yourself upset, and Brayson and Alexis don't need that. I want you to make a life, but if something does happen to me, I want you to do one thing."

"What is that?"

"Remember me. Move on, but don't forget me, ever. Okay?"

"Alright."

"Now what am I supposed to do if something happens to you?"

"Keep Alexis and Brayson safe, and kill anyone who hurts them," I told her with a smile, and she laughed.

"Really Patrick, what should I do? In this job things happen, and I want to know what you want me to do if you die."

"The same thing you said, but do keep Alexis and Brayson safe for me. Okay?"

"Alright."

"And I promise that I will always remember you, no matter what."

"Same."

"I also what some breakfast, I'm starving!"

She rolled her eyes, and started to cook the food. I smiled when I saw she was making French Toast. It brought back the first time I stayed at her house.

I walked into the kitchen to see that Missy had already made breakfast. I sat down and rubbed my head. It hurt a bit, and I didn't understand why it did.

"Morning Jane," she told me. "How do you feel?"

"Did I hit my head on the way to the couch?" I asked her. "How did I end up in your bed?"

"I don't think so, and I put you there when I woke up. I didn't see why you couldn't have a soft bed while I was up." 

"You hit my head on the way to the room, didn't you?" 

"Yep. You like French Toast?" 

"You hit my head and now you are offering me French Toast? Missy Thomas, you are a strange girl!" 

"Well, Patrick Jane, do you want the toast or not?" 

"Yes please. Maybe a little Tylenol too would be nice."  

"How about ice too?" 

"Lovely. Do you happen to have any tea around?"

She held up a cup of tea and gave it to me. I smiled, and she got the things I asked for, and took the toast out of her oven. She gave me a plate, and we ate in silence until I looked her in the eyes. Those green eyes that I loved, but didn't want to at the time.

"Patrick?" Missy asked ending the flashback. I looked up and saw her holding ice in one hand and the plate of French Toast in the other. I had to smile.

"What?" she asked putting the plate in front of me and gave me the ice. I placed it on my nose, and looked her in the eye.

"You hit my head and now you are offering me French Toast? Missy Thomas, you are a strange girl!" I told her and she smiled knowing what I was thinking.

"Well, Patrick Jane, do you want the toast or not?" she asked back with a huge smile on her face.

"You do remember that day," I said looking into those green eyes of hers. I might not of wanted to like her then, but now I just wanted her to be mine and the kids.

"How could I forget the day you ran out on me, came back, the Red Stars threatening me, and then to end that strange day you asked me out?"

"I have no idea. All I can say is that asking you out was the best thing I ever did."

"It was the best thing that happened to me, well the fourth best thing."

"Fourth? What's the three others?"

"When I got married, when I had Brayson, when I had Alexis."

"Why do your top three have something to do with me?"

"Cause you gave me a wonderful life, and I love the things we did. Now eat up so we can go to work!"

I smiled and ate the toast. Lisa come with one of the kids friends. His name was Austin Carter, and his parents are nice people. And nothing like the man Time Carter I killed once, but hey, he did act like Red John.

"Bye bye Mommy, bye bye Daddy!" Brayson and Alexis told us, and then they left us alone to finish up our breakfast and then get ready to go to the job that might one day get me killed, or my wife. Oh well, have to pay the bills somehow. 

Wasn't that sweet? Hehe, I have nothing to talk about, besides go look at my joint account, _PissyMusic. Go now! Haha, so let me know what you think, and if you liked it. Stuff will happen, and if you read RS, which you should to understand this book, you will know I make you hate me. Yet this time it might have to do with a certain man... Peace out my Stars!