The thought of Patrick and Grace fascinates me. This piece is a part of a series I did that used the same dialogue and scenario across multiple fandoms. So I hope you like what you read. I own nothing. Please review.

"I'm pretty sure I want to kiss you."

Patrick was amused, the slope of his lips curved upwards into a bemused smile.

"Do you now?"

Van Pelt –Grace- nodded vigorously, the cheap champagne that had been flowing all night, had in fact gone straight to her head. He had taken a moment earlier on in the festivities to remind her that her stomach was more than likely empty and any alcohol would more than likely go straight to her head.

The little details that cluttered his mind were helpful most times and usually followed to the letter, such was his influence, but Van Pelt –Grace- had simply rolled up her eyes and drained her plastic flute.

"I do."

Patrick was highly amused by this point, and she was far more certain about her thoughts; and perhaps a little tipsier than she realized as his hand shot out to steady her.

"Well," and really he wasn't sure what else could be said. Having taken advantage of the arm he leant her she wrapped her own arms around his neck and leaned against him heavily.

How she managed to keep whatever remained in her glass actually in her glass and not spilling down the back of his neck amazed him. It also amazed him that she at the impromptu New Years Eve part unescorted, whatever had been about to brew over into a full blown office romance had tapered off.

"So what are you going to do if I do, huh?"

There wasn't enough humor in that twisted little sentence for him to disregard in its entirety.

Abruptly he felt the warmth of her body against him, the crush of her breasts against his chest sent a rush of blood to his cock. It occurred to him all at once that Agent Van Pelt was a devastatingly attractive female.

"I don't know."

There was no humor in his voice at all; he felt the moment shift a second after she did. Her breathing slowed, her eyes darkened.

This was happening, to him, to them, right now.

"I can't wait to find out."

Her mumbled words were the only warnings he got. Wholly unprepared, her lips pressed against his, and he was stunned.

Va-Grace, was kissing him, they were kissing. Arms tightened, mouths opened, breaths mingled.

It was one hell of a kiss.

"Happy New Year!"

The shouts and congratulations rang out around them. 2009 was here, so was Grave, in his arms, the zing of her champagne tongue keeping him savagely in the moment; unfair he wanted to fade away, to not deal with how well they fit together.

Pulling apart, just enough to drop his forehead against hers, there was no way of knowing if she could hear him over the roar of the part goers.

"What am I going to do with you?"

She had no answer, except for what he swore was a giggle against his neck; so right it was wrong. He stopped thinking, simply absorbed the moment.

After all he had a whole new year to find the answers.