#wayne rigsby

He stole people's lunches. He wandered off in the middle of briefings. He ignored protocol with almost artistic dedication. And somehow... Y/N L/N was the only person who could keep up with him. Nobody knew how. Least of all, Patrick.

"You've got exactly four seconds." Patrick looked up from the couch in Lisbon's office without moving an inch. "Four seconds until what?"

Y/N stood over him, arms folded, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Until I drink your tea." Patrick sat upright so fast he nearly dropped his porcelain cup. "You wouldn't." "I absolutely would."

"It has honey in it." "I know." "You hate honey." "I hate waiting." Patrick narrowed his eyes. "You bluff."

Without another word, Y/N reached for the cup. Patrick yelped. Actually yelped. "Fine!" He scrambled off the couch. "I'm coming."

Lisbon watched him practically jog out of the office. She blinked. Then looked at Cho. "...Did she just make Patrick Jane hurry?"

Cho nodded once. "Yes." "I've been trying for five years." The secret wasn't complicated. Y/N had simply learned Patrick's language.

If she ordered him to do something... He'd ignore her. If she gave him a logical explanation... He'd find a loophole. If she threatened paperwork... He'd disappear. But threaten his tea? Immediate compliance.

The team found it endlessly entertaining.

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"How'd you figure him out?" Rigsby asked one afternoon. Y/N shrugged. "I watched him." "That's it?" "He acts like a giant cat." Everyone stared.

"You can't force a cat to do anything." Cho nodded thoughtfully. "Accurate." "You redirect it."

Patrick walked into the bullpen just in time to hear the last sentence. "I'd like everyone to know I resent being compared to a cat." Y/N smiled innocently. "So you're saying you don't knock things off desks because you're curious?"

"..." "You don't disappear whenever someone says 'paperwork?'" "..." "You don't insist on sleeping in sunny spots?" Patrick looked around hopefully. "Can someone help me?" Nobody did.

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Two weeks later... The CBI attended a charity gala. Naturally, Patrick hated every second of getting ready.

"Ties are tiny prisons." "They're fabric." "They're symbolic."

Y/N sighed as Patrick attempted—for the fourth time—to tie his tie into what resembled an elaborate knot sailors might use. "You've somehow made it worse." "I disagree." "You've created a new geometric shape." "It has character."

She laughed. "Come here." Patrick obediently stepped closer. "You always smell like tea." "It's my natural scent." "No."

She reached up and untangled the disaster he'd created.

"You spill tea on yourself at least twice a day." "It's part of my charm." "That's one word for it." Patrick watched her fingers expertly fix his tie. She was standing close enough that he could count the tiny flecks of colour in her eyes.

Close enough to notice the way she bit the inside of her cheek whenever she concentrated. Close enough to... "...You're staring." He blinked. "I am."

"You usually hide it better." "I got distracted." She smiled softly. "I'm aware."

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When they arrived at the gala, Lisbon immediately regretted bringing Patrick.

Within ten minutes...He had convinced a wealthy businessman he'd accidentally switched watches with another guest.

Started an argument between two politicians over poker. Won three hundred dollars in a charity auction without actually bidding. And somehow acquired a chocolate fountain skewer.

Lisbon pinched the bridge of her nose. "Y/N." "Yes?" "Your boyfriend." "He isn't my—" "Go get him."

Patrick was standing by the dessert table explaining probability to an utterly confused socialite. Y/N walked over. "You've been unleashed for exactly twenty-two minutes." "I've been delightful." "You've started two minor incidents." "They'll become funny stories."

"You stole strawberries." "They were abandoned." "They were on someone's plate." "They looked lonely." She couldn't help laughing. Patrick grinned triumphantly. "There it is." "What?" "The laugh." "You caused it." "I know."

"It's dangerous that you're proud of that." "Oh, I'm exceptionally proud." As the evening continued, the ballroom orchestra began playing slower music.

Couples drifted toward the dance floor. Patrick watched them quietly. "You dance?" Y/N looked surprised. "A little." "Hm." "What does that mean?" "It means..." He offered his hand. "I'd like to see." She looked at his hand. Then at him. "You?" "I do know how."

"I've never seen evidence." "I contain multitudes." "You also tripped over a rug yesterday." "It attacked me." "The rug attacked you." "It came out of nowhere." She laughed again before placing her hand in his. "One dance." "Excellent."

Patrick Jane was, annoyingly... An incredible dancer. Of course he was. "You've done this before." "A few times." "A few?" "I may have attended events far fancier than this." "You continue to surprise me." "I try."

He guided her effortlessly across the floor. No tricks. No jokes. No pretending. Just...Patrick. "You know..." He said quietly. "I like this version of you."

She tilted her head. "What version?" "The one that laughs." "I laugh all the time." "Not like this." He smiled. "Not where it's completely genuine."

Her expression softened. "You notice that?" "I notice everything."

Across the room...Rigsby elbowed Cho. "They're dancing." "I can see." "They're definitely dating." "They're definitely not." "You sure?" Cho watched Patrick smile in a way he rarely smiled around anyone else. "...No."

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After the gala, the team stopped for late-night burgers. Patrick declared fries tasted better if stolen from someone else's plate. Y/N slapped his hand away before he could steal hers. "No." "Sharing is caring." "This is theft." "Borrowing." "You never return them." "They're digested."

Cho looked up from his food. "That's worse." When everyone finished eating, Lisbon went to pay. Only... The cashier smiled. "Oh." "The gentleman already covered everyone."

Lisbon frowned. "What gentleman?" The cashier pointed. Patrick was already halfway outside. Hands in his pockets. Whistling innocently. "You paid?" Patrick shrugged. "We had a successful case."

"You didn't have to." "I wanted to." "You paid for six people." "I can count." Y/N smiled. "You really are impossible." "I've heard that." "You know..." She bumped his shoulder. "...thank you."

Patrick looked sideways at her. "I like taking care of people." "You don't always let people take care of you." His smile became smaller. "...I'm learning."

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A few days later... Rain poured over Sacramento. The power flickered throughout the CBI building before disappearing entirely. The bullpen erupted into groans. "No computers?" "No lights?" "No coffee?"

Patrick looked positively delighted. "This is marvellous." Lisbon glared. "No." "It forces everyone to socialize." "I don't want to socialize."

Someone found an old deck of cards. Another agent produced board games from a forgotten cabinet.

Within minutes...The entire office had become strangely cozy. Rain tapped against the windows. Flashlights lit the room.

Patrick sat cross-legged on the floor teaching Y/N an obscure card game he'd learned decades ago. "You cheated." "I adapted." "You hid three cards." "I preserved options." She laughed.

"You are unbelievable." "I've been practicing."

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Hours passed. The rain never stopped. People drifted home one by one. Eventually... Only Patrick and Y/N remained. The emergency lights cast everything in soft amber. Quiet. Comfortable.

"You know..." Patrick said. "I don't actually mind power outages." "No?" "They remind people to slow down." She nodded. "I suppose they do."

"You spend your whole life rushing toward tomorrow." He looked out at the rain. "But sometimes..." He smiled softly. "...today's enough." Y/N studied him. Most people saw Patrick Jane as loud. Chaotic. Unpredictable.

She saw...The quiet moments. The thoughtful ones. The man who noticed lonely strangers. Who secretly paid restaurant bills. Who always remembered birthdays but pretended he forgot. Who smiled brightest when everyone around him was happy.

She reached over and nudged his shoulder. "You've gone all philosophical." "It happens occasionally." "I'm writing this down." "Please don't." "I'm framing it." "That's emotional blackmail."

The lights suddenly flickered back on. The office buzzed to life. Computers beeped. Phones rang. Everything became noisy again. Patrick sighed dramatically. "I liked the dark." "You only liked it because nobody could make you work." "That is a vicious accusation." "It's an accurate one."

He smiled. "Walk you to your car?" "You don't even have a car." "I'll walk back." "In the rain?" "I enjoy dramatic exits." "You really don't." "No." "I hate getting wet." She laughed. "I know."

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The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle. Streetlights reflected across the pavement. Neither of them hurried. "You know..." Patrick said after a comfortable silence. "I've had a wonderful day." "We worked." "Yes." "We questioned suspects." "Mhm." "You nearly got us thrown out of a gala."

"A minor misunderstanding." "You stole fries." "They were excellent." "And sat in the dark for three hours." Patrick smiled. "Exactly." She looked at him curiously. "That was a wonderful day?" "It was with you."

The words slipped out so naturally that neither of them realized what he'd said until the silence settled. Y/N looked up at him. Patrick blinked. "...Well." "Well?" "I appear to have accidentally confessed something."

She smiled so brightly it made his heart skip. "I was wondering how long that would take." "You knew?" "You once brought me coffee." "I've brought you coffee lots of times." "You remembered the exact way I liked it after I'd only mentioned it once." "...Oh."

"You also pretend not to like hugs." "I don't." "You absolutely do." "I tolerate specific hugs." "You leaned into the last one." "I was... off balance." She laughed. "There it is again." "What?" "My favourite sound."

The rain continued to fall softly around them. Patrick looked at her with that familiar warmth that always seemed to chase away the worst parts of the day. "So..." He asked. "Dinner tomorrow?" "We have work." "After work."

"We'll probably have another case." "After the case." "You really don't give up." "I've found it's generally a poor strategy."

She pretended to think about it for a moment before slipping her hand into his. "I suppose I can make time." Patrick looked down at their joined hands. Then back at her. His grin was so genuine, so boyish, that it made him look years younger.

For once, the great Patrick Jane had no clever observation, no trick, no witty comeback. Just quiet happiness. And somehow...

Rigsby was a good friend of yours, you joined the team a long while ago and the two of you just hit things off. He had a similar humor to you and a similar way of going about things which made it easy for the two of you to become friends. Of course there was nothing more to it though because you and the Rigsby also had similar problems.

Rigsby is in love with Van Pelt, it wasn’t really a secret crush by any means but he liked to think so. Your problem though was hopefully much more sudle. You were in love with Patrick Jane. That stupid consultant somehow had you falling for him and it was of course: just as one sided as Rigsby’s crush. Maybe there was some way to fix that, or realize the crushes aren’t as one sided as the two of you thought.

It was about to hit hour one into the stake out you and Rigsby had gotten put on. Though both of you hated it it was apparently your turn once again. Rigsby had eaten through all of the snacks like a bookworm in a library so now it was really all about waiting. Maybe you should try Cho’s method of bringing a book.

“So hows it going with Van Pelt?” You chirp up suddenly making Rigsby turn his head away from the house you were watching. You heard him sigh a little. Somehow whenever the two of you did stake-outs you talked about this at some point.

“Terrible man.” Rigsby shakes his head, “It’s like every time I think she’s feeling me something happen and we take another step back.” You nodded your head along with Rigsby’s complaints. “It’s whatever though, maybe she just doesn’t like me and that’s that.” The agent says.

Before you can say anything Rigsby speaks up again, “Hows it going with Jane,” the agent chuckles to himself after he asks his question. Rigsby always found your crush on Patrick to be funny, well just because it was Jane! You smack him in the shoulder before you answer him.

“Same as you I guess.” You answer with a heavy sigh. “He acts like hes into me but I can never tell if he’s being genuine or that’s just how he is you know?” You explain and Rigsby nods his head along in agreement. It’s silent in the car for a bit before your friend speaks up.

“Do you wanna go on a date y/l/n?” Rigsby asks, “Like you and me.” The look of confusion on your face must be clear because he continues to explain. “I’m just thinking neither of us have gone on a date in a while it might be nice, as friend of course.”

You think for a minute and then nod your head, “You know what? Yeah sure. Maybe if we’re lucky it could make Vanpelt and Patrick a little jealous.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“What do we say to them though? Theres no dating within the team.” You ask and Rigsby thinks it over for a minute.

“Just say we're hanging out, like don’t specifically call it a date.” Rigsby says and it kinda sounds dumb yes but it could still work. “And don’t let Lisbon know.” That part is smart though.

Before you can answer a moving figure enters your vision. You point towards the house you have been guarding and the two of you see a person making their way out of the building. The two of you get out of the car in sync and when the man sees you he goes running. This makes both you and Rigsby run after him in different directions, Rigsby right after him and you where you thought he might pop out.

Time skip to after you catch da bad guy

You had had to tackle the suspect and damn did it hurt when you landed on concrete wrong. You and Rigsby were standing around waiting for the rest of your team to show up when you spoke up.

“Were you serious?” You ask him a little out a breath and a hand holding your back where you landed. “I mean about the date.” You finish, Rigsby shrugs his shoulders.

“I mean you might be right about the whole jealousy thing,” The agent responds and as he’s talking a car carrying Lisbon, Patrick, and Cho pulls up next to you. “After the case is wrapped up?” Rigsby asks and you just nod while your teammates get out of the car.

Time skip again

The rest of the case took about a week to get wrapped up and at the end you and Rigsby had your ‘date’ planned. The date was more like a hang out if anything. You were just going to get some drinks and then some dinner, nothing you hadn’t basically done before.

You and Rigsby had decided to go right after work on Friday and well this is it. You wrapped up the last of your paper work and handed them off to Lisbon who thanked you for you'rehard work. When you got back to your desk you started packing up all of your things. Patrick and his couch resided right behind you desk which was a good and bad thing depending on the situation.

Right now though he seemed to be sleeping but peeked open an eye when he heard you moving around. “Heading out y/l/n?” Patrick asks without moving.

“Yup.” You says simply and then decide its time to light the fire you and Rigsby had been cooking up. “I have some plans tonight I gotta get to.” You exclaim.

“Oh?” Patrick inquires still keeping his eyes closed and body un-moving. You smile before you speak.

“Yeah, Wayne and I have plans.” You say all smug and you can tell the exact moment it clicks in Patrick’s mind what’s going on. His eyes open and he pushes himself up to be in a sitting position.

“You and Rigsby?” The conultant asks looking at you with a look on his face that says ‘really? him?’. You hold back a chuckle while rumedging through your purse to ensure you had everything you needed for the night. To keep up the facade though you shrug your shoulders.

“Yeah, why what’s wrong with that?” You ask as innocently as you can. Patrick is now fully sitting up and looking at you in disbelief. A look you don’t normally see on the not-psychic’s face.

“Oh nothing is wrong,” Is all Patrick says with a little sigh as he shakes out his suit jacket so he can lay back down comfortably. “Nothing is wrong at all. Have a good night.” Patrick waves you goodbye. It’s your turn to be shocked beacuse is that really all Patrick is going to give you? You attempt to find any sort of emotion in his voice that is what you wanted him to be feeling but theres nothing. He really can be an ass sometimes.

“Yeah you too.” You bite out with the same amount of annoyance you felt. This is when Rigsby walks over from his desk, finally finished with all of his work aswell.

“You ready to go?” The agent asks and you can see him glance between you and Patrick curiously and it almost pisses you off more. Instead you force a smile and nod your head happily. Behind Rigsby sits a certain red headed agent that seems quite intereested in the whole situation.

You watch as Van pelt eyes you and Rigsby and you know foor sure she heard your conversation with Patrick. When you and your fellow agent turn to leave Van Pelt offers a warm smile that doesn’t seem too genuine and despite yourself a real smile reaches your face as you say your goodbyes.

Rigsby is a little giddy and when you’re fully out of ear shot he starts excitedly talking in a whisper. “Did you see that?” The agent asks you. “She was so pissed we’re going out!” It’s almosy funny the way he’s so excited about this. “You’re plan was genius she’s totally jealous.“

Theres a new sort of puff in Rigsby’s chest as you make your way to the elevator. As if remebering there was another part to the plan your friend looks over at you. “What about Jane?” Rigsby asks you curiously.

“Couldn’t care less it seems.” You grit your teeth together at the memory of his nonchalantness over something you hoped you get at least a little rise out of him. Befor Rigsby could answer you fellow agent Cho gets out of the elevator you were about to get into. The man looks between the two of you with the same look he always had on his face.

“What’re you guys doing?” Cho asks but it seems like he already knew the answer.

“What does it look like we're doing?” Your date answers and you realize now he’s not the best liar when it comes to situations like this. “We're going on a date.” Even you dont believe him when he says it but you smile at Cho either way. You watch the gears turn in the agents head as he thinks for a minute then answers.

“Is it a fake date?” Cho asks but it seems rhetorical. “To make Jane and Vanpelt jealous?” Your jaw is slack when he finishes telling you his theory because it is spot on.

“What dude how’d you know?” Rigsby looks around as if you were caught doing something illegal and it makes you chuckle a bit.

“How’d they take the news?” Cho asks and it makes you smile that he just completely ignored Rigsby.

“Patrick doesn’t really care.” you answer your friend and try to make it seem like it doesnt bother you but Cho’s a good detective. “Van Pelt on the other hand was pissy.” You whisper as if its a secret and you can see a small smirk reach Cho's lips.

Rigsby puffs his chest out and holds himself like his ego has been inflated 20 sizes too big. “Yeah she’s definetly Jealous.” The man tries to act all tough and nonchalant and a look shared between you and Cho says everything.

“Well have fun.” Cho says and you and the other agents do your goodbyes before you walking into the elevator for your “date”.

Time skip again my b

Its the next work day you had and you kinda feel like shit. Maybe it’s because of Patrick maybe its because of a million other things but you know it’s because of Patrick. The fake date was great and refreshing but the whole weekend you couldnt shake the way Patrick had reacted. Choosing to not let it bother you to the best of your abilities you walked into the office and found your desk.

The elevator ride up to your office was just spent lost in thought, mostly about that stupid consultant who wouldn’t leave your mind. When the folding doors open you walk through mindlessly till you catch sight of Patrick. You had planned to avoid the man as best you could that morning till you had a case to distract you with. Of course it’d be difficult you and Patrick are quite close but you hadn’t expected to meet him the second you walked through the elevator.

Being as curtious as possible you plaster a smile on your face and go to greet him but Patrick’s walking towards you and suddenly - without stopping - whisks you off with him. Of course you’re confused but Patrick doesn’t say anything and any reltaliation is shushed by the man.

It doesn’t take long foryou to get to an empty office room that does'n’t get used unless it’s an important meeting. Patrick closes the door behind the two of you and then turns around so he’s facing you.

“What the hell Jane? What’s going on?” You ask the consultant, your voice is simultaniously accusatory but hushed because of the situation the two of you were in. You didn’t want anyone coming in an assuming something. Patrick though looked almost hurt at your words.

With his face scrunched Patrick waves his hand in the air. “No no don’t call me that,” he says and you furrow your brow at him in confusion. “You always call me Patrick don’t stop now just because you’re mad at me.” At his words you striaghten out your back and calm down your face.

“Mad?” You ask, feigning innocence. “I’m not mad at you.” Patrick gives you a look that tells you to cut the shit but you keep up the facade.

“Oh come on you’re lying? To me?" Patrick points to himself in disbelif as he takes a step closer to you. “It’s practically spelled out for me. How you were talking to me last night, you’re all tense and it’s very clear in the way your eye brow twitches that you’re irritated.”

Patrick lists out every reason he has to back up his claim and damn do you hate being on the other side of his profiling. “Yeah so what?” You ask trying to sound sure of yourself, the way Patrick sounds.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me just because I didn’t react the way you wanted me to about a fake date.” Patrick has a little outburst but mainly keeps him calm and you’re a bit shocked to hear his reasoning.

See you could say something along the lines of ‘fake? It wasnt fake innocence dont know what you're saying Patrick!‘ But you you decided not to waste your breathe on asking stupid questions.

“How’d you know?” You ask and maybe thats a stupid question too but whatever. The distance between you and Patrick gets smaller when he closes the gap with a step towards you.

“Of course I knew the date was fake,” Patrick says with an almost bashful expression. “Rigsby’s in love with Vanpelt,” Patrick hesitates taking another step closer to you so that he’s so close you’re almost touching with every intake of air. “And you have feelings for me.”

Your breath hitches and suddenly Patrick is too close because you’re now exposed and he’s right there. There's no use in trying to act nonchalant and deny anything because if Patrick knows that then he’ll obviously know you’re lying too.

“I don't- How-” Everything you mean to say dies on the tip of you’re tongue because it’s Patrick and he knows and he is still right there. You don’t get a coherent word in before Patrick is shushing you.

“I haven’t said or done anything about it because there was a chance we wouldn’t be able to continue working together and,” Patrick hesitates for a minute. Taking his eyes off you to in turn look down at his fidgeting hands. “And I couldn’t risk that but we - I can’t keep just waiting around.” It’s all so much to take in and the confessing man doesn’t give you much time to think.

“Patrick I-” You try to speak but there he is shushing you again and honestly you weren't sure what to say in the first place. After all this time Patrick was laying it all out for you and it honestly didn't feel real. If it was for how close Patrick was, how your breathing was starting to sync, how to look in his eyes was a burning flame, you would've thought you were still dreaming.

“Y/n you have made my life better, you’ve changed me and even though I knew the “date” was fake I didnt like to think I could lose you to stupid rules. I mean really when have I ever let rules stop me before?” Patrick jokes but he seems to almost be getting choked up and you arent any better the way you're breath is taken away.

Patrick doesn’t say anything else and you are speechless just soaking everything in. The room is quiet and all your senses are just filled Patrick it’s almost overwhelming.

“Well Patrick,” you start and the man is looking at you with that passionate fire in his eyes that continues to burn bright. “I feel the same way about you. But you know that obviously.” You mumble over your words but Patrick is looking at you as if you hold the sun and moon in your hands so you keep going. “I’m scared about loosing you too but I want this.”

With the final word you reach your hands out and take his in yours. Patrick looks down at where your hands meet and then back to your eyes with an adoration that melts your heart. Patrick’s mouth is agap like he had something to say but he’s said enough for the morning, it was your turn to take action.

One hand leaves his and reaches up to his cheek, your thumb rubs the soft stubble there. Yours and Patrick eyes are locked on eachother as you lean into him slightly getting on your tip toes so you can reach his lips. Your eyes flutter shut the closer you get to him and Patricks leaning in to meet you half way.

The kiss is gentle but passionate, Patrick practically melts into you. His hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. It’s as if his lips leave a fiery trail behind them. Your arms wrap themselves up on his shoulders and around his head, fingers running through his soft golden locks. When you finally have to pull away for lack of air Patricks chases your lips untill he absolutely has to reluctantly pull away.

The two of you stay holding eachother, breathing heavy with your eyes downcast. No words are said but the look you're sharing says everything you couldnt find the words to say. Everything is flooded with Patrick and its as overwhelming as it is completely amazing. It just feels 5right5 to be this way with him.

The sound of people moving around outside the office you currently resided in reminded you of where you were and what you were doing. Instinctively you push away from Patrick but a firm grip on your waist keeps you close. You swat at his chest a little.

“We gotta get to work.” You say trying to be stern but even you dont believe what you're saying. Patrick leans in giving you a peck on the lips that catches you off gaurd and you're inclined to deepen the kiss because this is all you’ve been wanting but you force yourself to push away. “No Patrick we have to get to the office or god forbid people will come looking for us.”

A pout lands on Patricks face and you smile at him amused and laughing. “If we must.” The consultant says and gives you a peck on the forehead that warms your heart and sends a flurry to your heart. Patrick pulls away from you and straightens out his suit jacket. “You should leave first since you're the actual agent and all that.”

You chuckle and straighten yourself out as well trying to make it look like you werent doing what you were just doing. You feel almost overwhelmed with all of what has happened but it also feels overwhelmingly right. Once you're completely done getting yourself presentable you make a move to the door.

“Sorry about the fake date stuff.” You say suddenly a bit embarrassed but Patrick waves you off.

“Don’t worry, I knew it was fake from the start.” Patrick tells you.

You frown. “So you weren’t even a little jealous?” You make a small pinch sign with your hand and Patrick shrugs his shoulder.

“Only a little.” The man smiles and leans towards you to which you roll your eyes and lean in to give him a little kiss.

“We can talk later yeah?” You ask because obviously there is so much more you had to say and so much more to figure out for what your relationship ment. Patrick gives you a sincere look.

“Of course.” He says and suddenly it feels like everything really will be okay.

You say your goodbyes even though youll see him in only a few moments. When you walk out the office it feels like everyone knows what has happened in that room but you keep your head up and do your best to act as if nothing has happened. On your short walk to your office area a door ahead of you in the hallway opens and a barely put together Agent Rigsby walks out.

The man isnt very subtle the way he quickly darts his head around the hallway as he straightens himself out. Rigsbys eyes land on you as the both of you freeze untill you figure out what just happened. With a smirk on your face you keep walking and Rigsby joins you while he tightens his loose tie.

“Vanpelt?” You ask and you dont need to be looking at Rigsby to see the smug grin plastered on his face. Your friend nods his head and you can almost see the new aura of confidence that surrounds him.

“Jane?” The agent asks in response. You get a matching proud grin on your face and nod your head the same way Rigsby did. As you reach the open office room where your team resides Rigsby puts out a closed hand to which you give a sneaky fist bump too before you split and go to your seperate desks.

“Where have all of you been? Lisbon been looking for you-” Your disgruntled coworker Cho bunbards you and Rigsby with questions on your whereabouts but stops himself. Mainly taking in Rigsbys not so subtle current condition Cho just sighs.

“You're all gross.” Cho just shakes his head and gets back to the work he was doing before he got distracted by you and Rigsby. “When Lisbon fires you all I want to be there.” That makes you laugh but Rigsby looks a little sheepish, maybe because of the lipstick that didnt get all the way wiped off. Who knows.

You do know that this is probably the best possible outcome you or Rigsby couldve planned. When you see a red headed agent and a blond consultant make their way to the office area conveniently together you have to stop yourself from laughing. Patrick gives you a warm smile though that you match immediately.

The man walks behind you and plops down on his couch with a content sigh. The tightness in your chest coming from all the uncertainty you have about what your relationship with Patrick involves flows away when you see him.