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"You deliberately disobeyed me, the department, and the rules. Do you have any idea how much trouble this has gotten me in? IA is even considering an investigation to see if my leadership abilities meet department standards."
"I, uh, uh…" He stammered. He had expected this day to come, but he had always expected Grace to be sitting next to him, not in surgery.
"The two of you had been together since the case with the "haunted" house, or at least according to Jane. You were able to keep it a secret and it didn't affect your work. When Van Pelt got shot, you followed procedure. And honestly I can't afford to lose either of you. I was able to convince Minelli's replacement to let the two of you stay together and with the unit, but there are some rules. Keep it out of the workplace, don't let it affect your work, and don't let it change your judgment."
"Wow, boss, really, thank you." Rigsby said at a loss for words.
Jane came back into the room and sat down next to Rigsby. "Something good happen?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"You could say that." Rigsby said smiling back. He knew that Jane had talked Lisbon into challenging the rules and no matter how much he would hate the man in the future, he would always be grateful for that.
About four and a half hours later, Grace hadn't come out of surgery yet and the whole team was trying to convince Rigsby that everything was fine, but as the minutes wore on, he had a harder and harder time believing them.
"Agent Rigsby?" Dr. Jenkins said approaching him.
"How is she?" He asked as he stood up.
"There were some complications in the surgery-"
Rigsby cut her off, "Wait, but she's okay right?" As he spoke the other members of the team gave each other worried glances and Jane absentmindedly ran his hand down Lisbon's arm.
"Yes, they were fairly easy to fix. It took a little longer than we expected, but everything turned out great. In about two weeks she'll be able to go back to her normal routines. She's still a little groggy from the anesthesia, but she's asking for you."
"Thank you, doctor." He said then walked as fast as he could without running to her hospital room.
"Hey," He said approaching the side of her bed.
"Hey," She said smiling up at him as he smiled and sat down next to her.
"Grace-" He started to talk, but she interrupted.
"Mark. I knew him in high school. We dated for about a year in eleventh grade, but he started to get creepy so I broke up with him. I started to feel like someone was watching me and the night of graduation he tried to strangle me in the auditorium bathroom, luckily, my best friend stopped him and the next day I filed a restraining order. I didn't see him again until I started working with the Iowa police. It was only for about a year, until I could get enough good references to work with the CBI and this team. It was hell. He followed me, but I could never prove it. Then I moved here and everything was fine. My biggest worry had gone from my violent stalker, to having to deal with my feelings for you. I didn't even know he was in California."
"Hey, look at me. It's not your fault. He's going to jail for violating a restraining order, assault, and kidnapping a CBI agent." That's 20 years at least."
"There's another thing. I lied about not having a sister. I do- I mean, I did. I was thirteen and she was sixteen. I don't remember why it happened. I just remember walking into the kitchen and finding my sister on the floor dead, with her wrists slit. She looked so pale, that it didn't seem real. It just looked like she was playing a sick joke. I kept screaming, "Halley, wake up." But she didn't wake up. She just lay there. She was dead." As she spoke she started to sob.
"Grace, hey. I'm gonna climb into bed with you. Okay? I'm right here. Just relax, okay?"
After he climbed into bed with her he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear, "None of this is your fault. I love you. The past is the past, we can't change what happens. What really matters is the future and who you spend it with. Lisbon talked to me while you were in surgery and basically said that we can stay together and with the unit as long as it doesn't affect our work. Sometimes things just work out the way you want them to. Sleep now, I'm not going anywhere."
"I love you." She said placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and then drifting off to sleep in his arms.