This takes place in July, if my math is wrong, don't give me a hard time, it is, after all, a school-break right now.

The science (i.e. the injuries) probably isn't accurate, but I'm in 9th grade, not medical school

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist.

"Grace, what are you doing here?" Wayne Rigsby asked, surprised to see his pregnant wife sitting at her desk after he came back from interrogating a suspect.

"Working…" She said, answering as if it was obvious.

"You should be at home. You WERE at home. What happened?" He said sitting on her desk.

"I got bored." She said, still typing.

"So you came to work, when you're supposed to be on maternity leave because you got bored?" He said looking at her sternly.

"Well, yeah. And maybe I missed you and your foot rubs, too." She said looking at him sheepishly.

"Yeah, I knew there was a good reason." He said, putting her foot in his lap and sliding off her shoes.

A few minutes later, Lisbon walked into the room and started to put case files on the conference table.

She didn't notice that Van Pelt was there until she turned around.

"Van Pelt, you're supposed to be at home. Leave, now." She said sternly and then went to Jane's couch and flicked him on the nose.

"Hello, Grace. What are you doing here?" He asked as he sat up and then Lisbon looked at her sternly.

"I was just leaving." She said sliding her shoe back on and then slowly walking off to the break room.

"I'll be right back." Rigsby said getting up and following her into the break room.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving." She said closing the fridge behind her and taking out a bowl of grapes.

"Ok, well I…" He said starting, but then stopping as Grace dropped the bowl to the floor and bent over in pain as the bowl shattered in a million pieces.

"Grace, what's wrong? Sit down." He said sitting her down in a chair and leaning down beside her.

"I, I, I, don't know. Wayne, it hurts. What's happening to me?" She asked wincing in pain as tears sprung to her eyes.

"I don't know baby. Shh...Shh... It's all gonna be okay." He said stroking her hair and putting his hand on her arm, before turning to yell, "Help! Help!"

"What's going on?" Lisbon said running into the room, followed by Cho and Jane. When she saw her youngest agent sitting on a chair with her face flushed and tears streaming down her face, and doubled over in pain, she turned to Jane and yelled, "Call 9-1-1."

Then she instructed Cho to wait for the ambulance downstairs. She then crouched down on Grace's other side and said, "Van Pelt… Van Pelt… Van Pelt, look at me!!!! What hurts?"

"My, my side, it feels… like… a… ripping… shredding… pain. PLEASE GOD HELP ME!!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" She yelled and grabbed Rigsby's hand.

"I don't know baby, but I promise it's all gonna be ok." He said squeezing her hand and kissing the top of her forehead.

"She's right in here." Cho said directing two paramedics into the room.

The room was a bustle of movement as the men put her on a gurney and started to check her out.

When they got into the ambulance, Lisbon, Cho, and Jane watched them drive off then got into a car to follow.


At the hospital, Van Pelt had been put on a mild pain killer and had been put into a hospital gown. The doctors had conducted a series of tests and one of them had just walked into the room.

"Hi, my name is Dr. Bates. Your broken ribs all still had hairline fractures; they hadn't had time to fully heal. As your baby grew, your diaphragm moved upwards and pressed against the ribs and one of them broke in half. It punctured a kidney and the trauma caused the baby to go into distress. This caused the pain that you felt. We need to perform a C-section and remove the kidney. It was damaged beyond repair, but you will not need a transplant because your other kidney is perfectly fine."

"But they'll both be fine right?" Rigsby asked as the doctor started to pull up the sides of the bed and wheel her out into the hallway.

"I can't guarantee anything, but it will probably go well."

"Okay," he said, he wasn't reassured, but he could tell that Grace was.

"I love you, Grace." He said, leaning down to kiss her.

"I love you too, Wayne." She said as he came up.

She squeezed his hand until she was too far away and had to let go.

After he could no longer see her he whispered to the empty hallway, "I'd never kill you, not even for 2 billion dollars."

He turned and walked down the empty hall to the waiting room. The rest of the team was waiting for him. He quickly told them what was going on and sat down. He hoped and prayed that Grace's sister was watching and was going to make sure that "Bumblebee" and little Ashleigh were okay.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but it felt like centuries had gone by when Dr. Bates walked through the door to the waiting room and told him the four words that he had been dying to hear, "They're out of surgery."

He walked down to the hospital room carrying a small pink teddy bear that his daughter kept forever, even when she was married.

"Hey," He said softly as he walked into the room and saw his wife with a small pink bundle in her arms. The baby had been about a month early, but not too early to have to stay on a NICU or be hooked up to any machines. She was just about a pound smaller than fully carried babies.

"Hey," She said smiling at him. It was the word they had said at the first scene since they got together and then it had also carried a hidden meaning. The one word could say so much.

He put the teddy bear on the bedside table and climbed into the bed with his wife and gently took his daughter.

"Hi, Ashleigh." He said softly, stroking her face. His daughter opened her crystal blue eyes and he could have sworn she smiled at him. Grace would insist that it was gas, but he was convinced that she smiled. He had never felt happier in his life. He had his arm wrapped around the love of his life and his beautiful daughter in his arms. He knew that his life wasn't perfect, but in that moment it had felt about as close to perfect as you could get.

"I love you." He said, kissing his wife.

"I hope we're not interrupting anything." Lisbon said smiling and standing in the doorway with Cho and Jane.

They came into the room and admired their beautiful daughter. Grace turned to look at him with her eyes sparkling, she didn't say anything, but her eyes said it all.

He couldn't believe it, the kid with the biker father who murdered his mother who had been expected to amount to a scum of society, had turned into a CBI agent who had everything he had always wanted, but had always thought was just out of reach.

I know this last chapter might be kinds weird, but I was writing it at 3 in the morning.

It is the first story that I actually finished. YAY!!!!!