Authors Note: A big thank you to every one who read this and reviewed. And of course to Eve215, who encouraged this little story. This is sadly the last chapter, so I hope every one enjoys it. Again, not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: They are not mine, as evident by the fact that this would never happen on the show.

The kiss is not powerful or passionate, but sweet and gentle. It seemed to Grace, that this was the best first kiss she had ever had. His lips were soft and he didn't try to push her into deepening the kiss, not that she didn't want to. Her mind was screaming at her that this was Patrick Jane. She shouldn't be doing this, but she ignored it. Realizing that Jane seemed content to just move his lips against her, Grace took it upon herself to deepen the kiss. She slightly opened her mouth and nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. She ran her tongue across the thin slit in his lips, was happy when he opened his mouth to hers. Was it her imagination, or did she hear him moaning when she swept her tongue through his mouth?

She brought one of her hands up to play with the curls at the base of his neck, the other one working its way up and down his arm. He had one of his hands at the base of her neck, with the other on the small of her back, pulling her closer, almost crushing her to his chest. He was drawing small circles on her back with his fingers.

It seemed to Grace that time stood still, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this, if she had ever felt like this. Sure, she had kissed lots of guys in her life, who hadn't, but this-this was different. It was, it sounded so cliché, magical. In the back of her mind there was still that voice, telling her that this was Patrick Jane; that he was not the guy she should be standing her with, making out-for lack of a better word-with.

She moved her lips from his, kissing along his jaw, down his neck, to the spot right behind his ear. He moaned again, and she found the sound strangely exciting. She felt him stiffen against her, and mumble her name. She kept kissing along his neck and jaw line, scraping his skin slightly with her teeth.

"Grace." He said a little more forcefully, and she noticed that he had stopped moving his hand on her back.

"What." She asked quietly, not really trusting her voice at the moment.

"Were you expecting a visitor?" Under normal circumstances his voice would have sounded amused, but right now it sounded forced, slightly strangled.

Grace turned around and gasped, there standing in the door way of her kitchen was Wayne Rigsby. His mouth was hanging open and he was staring at his colleges in disbelief. Grace was unsure what to do; she was torn between holding tight to Jane, and jumping away like she was a teenager who had been caught in the act by her father. In the end Jane solved the problem for her by pulling her closer for a second and then dropping his hands letting her go. Grace took a step away, and looked at Rigsby.

"What are you doing here?" She asked when she finally found her voice.

"I tried to call, to see if you wanted to watch a movie, you didn't answer, so I thought I'd come by, you didn't answer my knocking, but the door was unlocked, and I heard music, so I came in. I guess I know why you didn't answer." The look on his face was one of disbelief and anger, but to her surprise, it wasn't directed at her, but rather the blond man still standing very closely behind her.

"Rigsby, I-" He cut her off with a shake of his head and turned on his heal and stormed out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.

"Grace." Jane said turning her to him. She pulled away, her face belatedly turning bright red. She buried her face in her hands and went to sit at the table, not wanting to face him right now, the feelings she had been experiencing still fresh on the surface.

"I am such an idiot." She mumbled into her hands.

"No you're not." Jane said walking up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. He smiled when she didn't pull away.

"I always manage to pick the wrong guy." She looked up at him and noticed the slightly hurt look on his face. "And I always manage to say the wrong thing." She tried not to look at him, but found his face just too mesmerizing. After a few moments she had to look away though. The smoldering look was back, and in light of what had just happened it made her slightly uncomfortable.

"I can't imagine you always pick the 'wrong guy' as you put it." Jane said, sitting in the chair next to hers.

"Oh, I can. In high school I always went after the nerdy types, they wouldn't have me though, my dad was the football coach, all the guys who weren't jocks thought I was only interested in them as a prank. In college, my boyfriends always managed to be the ones who got caught cheating, on me or on a test, and now, well, let's just say that if Rigsby was mad at you, just imagine what Lisbon's going to do when we get to work in the morning."

Jane tried not to chuckle, it was so like Grace to be concerned with everyone else over herself and her feelings. "What makes you think Lisbon's going to find out?"

"Rigsby is seriously pissed off at you, and me, right now. You know that when we get to work in the morning Lisbon's going to notice. One minute alone with her and he'll start talking like a nosey neighbor on a poorly written sitcom. He has even less of a backbone than I do, at least when it comes to dealing with women." Grace sighed heavily and got up. She walked back over to the sink and drained the now cold water. She wasn't in the mode to wash dishes now, she would do it tomorrow. She stood there watching the water swirl down the drain. The music coming out of the radio reached her ears, and it made her mad. Music that was the whole reason she was in this mess. The whole reason she had been caught making out with the very sexy consultant by the overly protective unit brute, who admittedly had a violent streak. She just hoped he didn't do anything rash until she had a chance to talk to him.

"I don't think that you talking to him will help matters at this point. I think he just needs to sort it out on his own. In the mean time, I better make sure that I've stocked up on pain killer and ice packs, I see a broken nose and black eye in my future." Jane said with a chuckle.

"Jane, don't joke about things like that." Grace said turning off the radio with a little more force than was called for.

"I preferred it when you were calling me Patrick." He moved towards her until he was standing in her personal space. He reached out his hand and trailed it up her arm, smiling slightly as he noticed her slight shiver.

"Patrick, what are you doing?" She was trying to control herself this time, but it was so hard, especially when he had that look, the smoldering haunted look in his eyes. He gave her a smile she had never seen before, she decided to call it seductive smile #1, and she felt herself moving towards him again, bringing her hands up to his chest, smoothing his shirt out across his strangely firm muscles. She stopped her hands moving across his chest, she couldn't get distracted; they needed to finish this conversation. "Patrick, we need to talk about this."

"I don't see why Grace. We are two responsible adults who just so happen to be attracted to each other. I can't help what other people think, just what I think. And right now, I think I want to kiss you." Jane reaches a hand up to cup her face.

"Despite the fact that Rigsby will probably never speak to you again, or me for that matter, Lisbon's not…Oh no, Lisbon. What's she going to say, I always thought that you had a thing for her." She felt her face getting red and she turned her head away and down from him slightly so she couldn't see his face.

"What, the 'flirting'? No, that's just to make her feel special. Really it started when she was stood up for a date one night. She was feeling particularly unattractive and unfeminine, and I was just trying to cheer her up. It's just become habit now." He said all of this like it was no big deal. He had removed his hand from her face and had placed them on her hips again, making slow lazy circles with his thumbs across her stomach.

"But, she always seems to enjoy it so much, are you sure?" Grace looked back up at him again to see humor had replaced the smoldering look in his eye. His smile was one she recognized now, boyish grin #4.

"She's been dating a guy named Jack from the AG's office for the last four months."

"No way, she would tell us if she were dating someone, wouldn't she?" Grace was a little surprised, Lisbon had seemed a little happier lately, smiling more, not snapping as much, and actually leaving work on time when they didn't have a case.

"Not likely, we don't talk about our personal lives at work. I followed her one day when she was off to the AG's office for the fourth time in a week and caught her kissing him. Don't worry; I put the fear of Rigsby in him. Told him if he hurt our beloved leader I would sick our guard dog on him." Grace couldn't help but laugh at the image of Rigsby as a big giant dog, attacking a man for harming his master. "He didn't seem to find it nearly as funny as you do."

"Obviously he's never seen Rigsby hypnotized, next time he's under you really should make him do Tina Turner, he's so afraid of it." She couldn't help laughing and found that the humor seemed to have eased some of the tension she was feeling. "Would you like to watch a movie or something?" She asked stepping away from him slightly.

"Sure." He said, smiling his classic smile at her and taking her hand as she guided her towards the living room. He sat on her comfortable and not over fluffy sofa. It reminded him of his own back at the CBI headquarters. Her sofa wasn't leather, but that would probably be a bit expensive on a newbie's salary. She selected a sappy romantic comedy after he said he had no preference. He tried not to laugh at her choice of movies, he had a feeling they wouldn't be watching much of it tonight.