A/N: Heeeey! I'm so sorry I've been quiet. I promise you my previous fanfic (Sorry Hurts) is still being written, I have not forgotten it. I'm just busy with studying for end year exams and am suffering a brief case of writer's block. This story is another writing exercise that I got in English class (^_^) I wrote this after only watching the Season 6x03 Promo. I hope you enjoy! And please review, I really do like to hear what you guys have to say and think about my stories. Please and Thank you! :3
TeddB 3
Weddings…
I am overcome with nostalgia as I wed Rigsby and Van Pelt.
I'm probably affected by this because I remembered and maybe even missed the familiarity of married life.
The debates Angela and I would have about profound theories made by, known to our family in the business, theologians and when she conceded to reading my favourite allegories over and over again with me.
"Animal Farm", "Lord of The Flies" and "The Giving Tree"
Attempts of reading these to 5 year old Charlotte as bedtime stories did more harm than good as they intrigued her instead of lulling her to sleep. She was always so inquisitive; just wanting to learn and understand. A loving child.
Angela and I found love in the secular life we were drawn to, rather than the circus life we led…
Van Pelt is dressed in a creamy-ivory white coloured dress with a lace-sequenced bust. The wedding dress aquiline at the waist and flared out in pleats touching the ground gracefully.
Judging by the simplicity and availability of the dress; I'd say that this was the dress Grace was supposed to get married to O'Laughlin in.
I bear a knowing grin.
It's only fair as this, this particular wedding was not planed.
The venue, an on-going investigation's crime scene, is secluded and the colour and décor is luxuriant; which enveloped you in a placid aura. Even though there were no extra organisations made the nuptial resembled a princess wedding. Van Pelt must appreciate the ambience. As resourceful as we are;
I'm the priest.
Rigsby looks as elated as ever and Van Pelt holding her own enthusiasm and taking Rigsby's graciously.
When Rigsby 'finally' reveals Van Pelt's countenance; he then immediately descends a fervent kiss upon her.
The freedom and sweetness of this moment is my undoing. It has eroded my clandestine composure and so I start to shed involuntary tears of joy.
Wedding…
Modestly declining the waiters that offered me delicacies, I have the urgency to find Lisbon.
It's funny how when she was okay with leaving me solitary to pursue my demons, I was and am not ready for the solitary lifestyle I've become accustomed to.
It's the disparity of our personalities and complexity of our relationship that has drawn me towards her. In fact my compulsion(s) to touch, however subtle, and be in her presence have become more and more urgent.
So as I walk towards her in this small congregation of co-workers, I think of how I almost got the best and really the only person, valuable person left in my life killed. My daily prescription of happiness and strength, my Desert-Rose. With her my life still holds meaning. Thank God she's still alive.
As I walk with her away from the indoor venue to the pasturous pathway leading to the small embankment I realize how enchantingly beautiful Teresa is. And at this moment I've chosen to surrender to my true feelings, even if just for now on my face and hold Teresa's hand as we lean over the patio on-looking the lake from ground-level in comfortably content silence. She slowly holds onto mine and smiles.
One day we shall have our own.