*I was reading some other fanfic stories and most of the ones concerning Rigsby were centred on his relationship with Van Pelt. So I thought I'd stray a little. I OWN NOTHING BUT THE MISTAKES*
Prologue
He was walking down the street towards his favourite LA restaurant. It was late but he didn't care. He had to see her. He couldn't come all this way and not. He smiled to himself as he thought I hope I don't get in trouble for this… he had sneaked out of the hotel where he was staying trying to avoid his colleagues, who would no doubt, bombard him with questions about what he was up to. He reached the restaurant and leaned against a steer light outside. He waited.
About one am she came out of the front door, long blonde hair blowing in the breeze, eyes as blue as forget-me-nots sparkling in the yellow light cast over them. She showed every sign of not seeing him as she left work with two of her colleagues, so he threw caution to the wind.
"Bambi" he shouted
"Thumper?"
"Long time"
"Thanksgiving was only six months ago" she all but laughed.
"I know but I missed you" he replied pulling her into a bone crunching hug.
"No… you miss my cooking and being neurotically overprotective of me".
The man surveyed his younger sister with amusement.
"Am I that transparent?"
"You betcha"
She was always the incredibly bright one. She was only twenty years old and a sous chef at a top LA restaurant while attempting to graduate college. She will go places he thought.
"So what you doing here in the middle of the night? Her voice pierced his thoughts.
"Here for work, thought I'd swing by".
"So not here to terrorize my boyfriend again?"
Boyfriend? His senses heightened. His baby sister already has another boyfriend? He had only just got rid of the last good for nothing jerk she happened to be seeing. Suddenly he saw the grin spread wide on her face and playfully punched her in the shoulder, eventually realising that she was teasing him.
Neither of them realised they were being watched.
"Walk me home?"
"You really needed to ask that?"
"No. But I know it makes you feel like you are doing your job of being the overprotective big brother."
They reached the intersection and were waiting for the lights to change (it was a busy intersection where cars have been known to appear out of thin air).
Suddenly he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head. As he blacked out into nothingness he heard his sister screaming and trying to fight off their attacker beside him.