Authors Note: Post ep for Russet Potatoes, kind of. This is probably going to be a double shot. First one is Rigsby and Van Pelt, my take on what may have happened after the kiss. I'll let you guess what the second chapter is going to be about. :)

Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'll take them if you are offering.

He didn't know why he was here. It might have been because Jane had called him a coward. It may have been because no one believed that he didn't remember, but really, if he thought about it long enough, it was because he knew that he really wanted to be here. Maybe it was a carry over from being hypnotized, but really it was because he loved her. He knew that it was against the rules, but if no one found out then it wouldn't matter, right?

Whatever the reason, here he was standing on her doorstep, trying to get up the courage to knock. He had just raised his hand to knock, swearing that he wouldn't chicken out this time like he had the previous five times, when she beat him to the punch.

"Rigsby!" She was clearly startled to open her door and find him standing on her front step. "What are you doing here?"

"I, um, wanted to talk to you. Maybe, I mean, if you're going out, I can come back." He was rambling. It wasn't uncommon when he was nervous. She held up her hand to reveal a trash bag.

"Just taking out the trash. Do you want to come in and wait?" She stepped out onto the porch.

"No, let me take it for you. It's dark and there aren't very many lights in the parking lot." He took the bag from her before she could protest and made his way to the dumpster he had seen on the corner of the parking lot when he had come in. Jane wasn't the only one with observational skills—Rigsby just wasn't as good. Her door was still open when he came back and she was standing just inside waiting for him. She held the door open as he came in and gestured towards the kitchen.

"There's soap in the pump container by the sink in the kitchen if you want to wash your hands." Grace said with a smile. He nodded and walked into the kitchen. Peach soap. He should have known. She had smelt pleasantly fruity earlier in the day when they had been at the office. Actually, he noticed it every time he was near her, but he usually didn't dwell on it. It just caused problems that he didn't want to deal with.

He turned around and saw her standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She really was gorgeous tonight. Her hair was down. She usually wore it up at the office and this was a nice change. She didn't even have a head band in. It was just hanging, framing her face. She was dressed in a loose fitting tank top and a pair of cotton lounge pants. He supposed that most men wouldn't think she was particularly attractive at the moment, but he loved it when she looked this way. She was usually so guarded at work and, dressed like this, she looked more relaxed.

"So," she said nervously. It was then that Wayne noticed that he had been staring.

"Um, so, I wanted to talk to you." He reached up and scratched the back of his head—a nervous gesture— "About what happened when I was hypnotized."

The color drained from her face and he knew it was true then. He had done something stupid when he had been under—well, not stupid, but foolish. He hadn't imagined it. "I don't know what you're talking about. I thought you didn't remember anything." She was playing with her necklace, her nervous gesture.

"I don't remember all of it, just bits and pieces. Really, I kind of just guessed at most of it, but the rest of the team all seemed to think that there was something that I should remember. And when I told them I didn't remember anything Jane called me a coward and Lisbon and Cho both accused me of lying to them." He had moved closer while he was talking and was now just a few feet away instead of a few yards.

"It's ok if you don't remember. Jane said it's not uncommon when you're in a trance to not remember anything that happened. You'll probably never remember." She was looking at the floor, the ceiling, the wall just over his shoulder, anywhere but in his face.

"Grace," He was standing even closer than before. "What if I want to remember?" He walked up to her and placed his hand on her arm.

Jane's words earlier that day rang in her ears, Think about what you most want to be doing right now. You can be doing anything you like in the whole world. What are you going to do? Before Rigsby had a chance to do whatever he was planning on she reached up and pulled his head down to hers, pressing her lips to his and kissing him with as much hunger as he had kissed her at the office earlier. The kiss felt hard and soft at the same time and she couldn't help but to smile slightly against his mouth.

"Bring back any memories?" Grace asked, breaking the kiss off and taking a step back.

"Yeah," Wayne's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Yeah, it did. Thanks." He was rubbing the back of his head again.

"Do you want to sit down?" She asked, gesturing to the living room where there was an oversized sofa and a TV that he noticed for the first time was on. "We made the news again. I don't think they showed the story yet if you want to watch." He nodded in agreement and followed her into the living room, sitting next to her on the sofa.

"I think the editor for this news station has a thing for Jane." Grace said after a few minutes of awkward silence. "Watch when the story comes on. If there's any video, Jane will be in every frame."

"I bet it's just Jane's ego. He can probably sense when the cameras are on him." Wayne chuckled. He moved a little closer to Grace on the sofa. The news was going on commercial break and the teaser said that the next story was going to be about their case. They didn't really talk during the commercials, just a few mundane comments about the commercials. People must really be desperate for money; they counted three pay day loan commercials, two commercials for personal injury lawyers, and two for used car dealers.

"Here it is." Grace said quietly, nudging Wayne. The watched as the anchor introduced the story, saying that the CBI had caught a killer that was using hypnosis to get other people to kill for her. They thankfully left out the part where Wayne had nearly thrown Jane off a building. What was surprising, though, was the interview that they had promised with a real hypnotist. It wasn't with Dr. Daniel like they thought it was going to be. It was Jane. "How did he do an interview with the news without Lisbon knowing?" Grace asked, shaking her head at the TV. Jane was talking about not being able to do anything under hypnosis that was against your moral character.

"Maybe she knew about it?" Wayne said. The interview was taking place outside of the CBI building. In the background they saw Lisbon coming outside and could tell by the way she was coming towards Jane that she did not know that he was giving the interview. "Or maybe he's going to get yelled at when the cameras are off. I'd hate to be Jane right now. You know, sometimes I think he does things like that just to piss her off."

"I'm sure he does. He likes to get a rise out of her. If she stopped reacting, he would stop breaking so many rules." Grace was still looking at the TV, but she could feel that Wayne was moving closer to her. "In my experience, most men act that way, like small boys, when they are around the person they like." That last comment made him stop in his tracks.

"Jane likes Lisbon? No way." He shook his head in disbelief, chuckling a little.

"Just watch them the next time they're together. You'll see it." She turned to look at him and was surprised to see how close he was to her. Her breath hitched in her chest. "I think she likes him, too." She said barely above a whisper, which was all she could manage in this state.

"Not everyone acts like a little boy when they like someone. Sometimes they just say it. They say things like 'Grace, I think I might love you' and they ask questions like 'Grace, what would you do if I kissed you right now'?"

"What—" She didn't even get the word out before his lips were on hers again. And she realized he was right. Not all guys acted like little boys when they liked someone—sometimes they acted like men.