A/N: Sorry for the late update! I've been working on this chapter for AGES! I have been rewriting it again and again and again, because I wanted it to be perfect, but I couldn't find the right words or the right way to make it perfect. So I just made this. I just HOPE you guys still love it, and don't hate me for leaving this story in this way. I hope you'll review!

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Chapter 8: In the cold

Rigsby watched at the tombstone. In curly, sweet letters, it said:

Grace van Pelt

Too good for this earth

Born: April 8, 1984 Died: September 20, 2011

Rigsby fought back tears. Don't do it, Wayne, don't do it...
But he couldn't. He couldn't fight against this feeling that burned his insides to ashes. He loved Grace, had always tried to be there for her when she needed it. And now, she was gone. It had tore him to tiny little pieces.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and saw Cho standing behind him. Rigsby nodded, and Cho nodded back.

Cho looked at the tombstone as well.

"It's a beautiful one. Did you choose it?"

"No... No, Grace told me she wanted this. She told me...," Rigsby whispered, and tears streamed down his face. But Cho didn't knew what to do about it, so he just stood there.

It didn't take long for Lisbon, Jane and Summer to stand around the tombstone as well.

They all looked at it, in silence, none of them knew the perfect words for this moment.

"Death, in itself, is nothing; but we fear, to be we know not what, we know not where," Jane suddenly said, and everybody turned around to look at him, eyebrows raised.

"John Dryden. A marvelous writer, if you ask me. Thought that the quote would fit," he said, and swallowed as he saw everybody's confused looks.

"Grace must not fear. She's somewhere better. She was not supposed to be here, God needed her more than we did," Jane said, and that only raised the eyebrows higher.

"What?" he asked, and everybody smiled.

"It was beautiful, Jane," Lisbon whispered, and Jane smiled. But Lisbon did not hug Jane. She walked over to Rigsby and swung her arm around his waist.

"We know you loved her, Wayne, we loved her as well. Just think about what she has done. She has helped us think about the world. About ourselves. She was a great woman. And she could be proud of herself that you loved her. Or still love her," Lisbon said, and Rigsby nodded.

"Thank you, Boss-"

"Please, I'm not your Boss here. Because if I was, I wouldn't be holding you like this. But believe me. We will be there for you when you need it."

A/N: I know it's short, but please, let me know what you think!