Authors Note: This is NOT the much anticipated sequel to Peanuts. I know; I really need to write it. Anyway, for those who don't know, I really do ship Jisbon, it's my one true ship, but, well, there's just something about these two that's addictive. I've tried to find a support group, but apparently one doesn't exist. That, and I've never really thought Rigsby deserves Grace. That being said, this is probably a little out there, sorry about that.

Disclaimer: So not mine; so totally not mine.

WARNING: This is not a Jisbon fic; this is not a Grigsby fic. This is a Jace fic, you have been warned.

Spoilers: Just because I can't control myself, let's assume that if its' been in the show, its fair game for this fic, though, I make mention of "Red Scare" and "Black Gold and Red Blood" specifically, oh, and because of a very small part of the ambulance scene, "Red Bulls".

Grace sat in her quite apartment thinking. It had been a long few weeks, and now that she was in a 'relationship' with Rigsby it was even harder. She felt certain that Jane knew about it, though she denied it when Rigsby had asked her. Jane hadn't said anything, but she knew he knew. Rigsby of course was being paranoid, thinking that Jane was listening to every conversation they were having. She laughed saying it was just silly to think about, but inside she knew he was probably right.

He had wanted to go out tonight, Rigsby had, especially since tomorrow was their day off. He swore that it would be a real date, that they would make it to the restaurant and actually stay past drinks. But she knew better. She knew that if they managed to make it to the restaurant, which was debatable, they wouldn't make it to ordering entrees that weren't to go. They'd been trying all week.

It wasn't that she was unable to control her libido for the hour and a half it took to order dinner at a mid to high end restaurant, it was Rigsby. Since he had gotten up the courage to tell her how he felt when he wasn't under the influence of drugs or hypnosis, he hadn't been able to keep his hands off her. Sure at work he managed alright, but the second they checked out for the night, he was all over her. That first night they hadn't even made it out of the parking lot before he was practically mauling her, and she was tired of it.

She loved the hunger at first, but, honestly, they hadn't had a slow simmering night since this whole thing started. She wanted a night of passion, a night of slow simmering desire that slowly built up until neither of them were able to control themselves. She wanted something she didn't think Rigsby could provide.

She knew who could give her what she craved, but there was no way she was going to ask him. He would just laugh, she was sure of it. There was no way he would give her what she wanted at this point, not after she'd been sleeping with Rigsby.

And while she was thinking of Rigsby, why did she do it? Why did she kiss him that first time? He was such an ass to her 90% of the time. But, Rigsby was young, and muscular and taller than she was; something that the other man in her life was not. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have him in her bed at night and not Rigsby.

She sighed, getting up and walking to the kitchen in search of food or chocolate, a knock startling her out of her thoughts when she was almost there. Rigsby was the only person who would be coming by, probably not realizing that when she said she didn't want to go out with him tonight that she meant that she didn't want to see him tonight.

"What!" She asked flinging open the door.

"Is that how you great all of your visitors." The man at the door asked with a wide grin.

"No, I was just expecting someone else." Grace stood aside to let the man enter. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you turn Rigsby down for a date, I was just wondering what he had done to incur your wrath, I'm sure it wasn't in bed, you've both look rather satisfied lately."

"I don't know what you're talking about Jane. Honestly I don't. And what makes you think that Rigsby and I are sleeping together?"

"Oh it's obvious. Even Lisbon knows. She's not saying anything about it right now, giving you the benefit of the doubt and all, but you know the second it affects your work…well, that would be truly unfortunate, then she'd have to say something."

"Why are you here Jane?" While she usually didn't mind his company, there was usually an ulterior motive to his visiting her, and she didn't think a long night in bed was the case this time.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner with me. I overheard you and Rigsby talking earlier. He had asked you to dinner, you turned him down. Why was that?"

She sighed, "I knew we'd never end up at the restaurant, he's like a horny teenager. Sometimes I want to be romanced, but it's still early in our relationship, I'm sure he'll slow down."

"Hum, interesting." She rolled her eyes at him. "So, dinner? My treat. We can even go to that Indian place you like but can never get Lisbon to agree to order from."

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to deduce an ulterior motive, but not seeing any. "OK, but just dinner. I've got plans for tomorrow."

Jane chuckled, "That's right my dear, laundry and a week's worth of prime time TV to catch up on is very pressing indeed."

Grace glared at him, not amused by his mind reading. "Save your mind tricks for Lisbon, Jane. Let me grab my jacket, then we'll be off."

"No need to freshen up just for dinner with a colleague from work Grace, you look fine." She cursed under her breath that he had know what she had been planning but said nothing.

"Fine Jane, let's go." She tried not to think about his hand on her back as he led her out of her own apartment and towards his little blue car parked right next to hers, it was only going to lead to trouble.