Title •• Lips of an Angel

Summary •• Wayne Rigsby is trying to move on- but one phone call from his former lover still brings him to his knees. Based on the song 'Lips of an Angel' by Hinder.

Disclaimer •• If I owned the Mentalist, Jisbon would be a couple, Lisburn would be dead, and Rigspelt would wake up together in every episode.

Notes •• My first ever short story/fanfic/romance. Please read and critique! I want to know how I did. Complete Rigspelt fluff alert!

NOTE: I've gotten a few reviews already! I really appreciate getting critiqued- it makes a writer's day. I'm *considering* making this a two-shot or three-shot, but I'm not sure yet. I'll also be writing some Jisbon or Spyro stories soon, I hope. Looks like my fanfiction career is taking a good start!

"Grace?"

Wayne Rigsby's voice was groggy as he answered his cell phone. Wearing only a white t-shirt and boxers, the CBI agent was half asleep still. He cast a quick glance at his alarm clock. The neon numbers 2:13 flashed back at him. Why would Grace call so early in the morning?

His answer came soon, as he heard her voice over the phone. She was sniffing back sobs, and Wayne could only imagine how red her eyes must be. "Grace?" He repeated. "Are you okay?"

"W-w-wayne?" Grace Van Pelt stuttered back. Her voice was as full of exhaustion as his.

"Is everything okay?" The pain in his ex-girlfriend's voice brought tears burning to Wayne's eyes. Shivering suddenly, he cast a glance at his bedroom door. In his guest room was his current girlfriend, Amy. He prayed silently that she couldn't hear him.

The red-haired nymph that had captured his heart spoke again, but after a few moments of silence. "I… this is childish, sorry for calling."

Wayne heard her fumble the phone as if going to hang up. He quickly exclaimed for her to wait, risking another glance at the doorway. "C'mon, Grace, you can tell me what's wrong."

Grace exhaled slowly before giving in. "I had a nightmare, that's all. I- it was about you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

He chuckled softly and propped himself on his elbow, a small grin forming on his face. "It's okay. I'm right here."

"No, I shouldn't have called." She said hurriedly. "Amy- she'll get the wrong impression…"

Any trace of a smile vanished from his face as he grasped the phone in both hands and sat up. "I honestly don't care what Amy thinks." He sighed, pausing for a moment. "If I could have you here right now instead of her, I would. Sometimes- no, all the time- I wish she was you."

It was Grace's turn to smile. He could almost hear her grin over the phone. "That sounds like the line from the Hinder song."

Wayne, having never been a fan of the band, didn't know what she was talking about. He simply shrugged it off. "I… I can't move on. Grace, I need you here now. That's it. I'm breaking up with Amy. You better be over here within ten minutes, missy. I don't plan on spending another night alone."

"You and Amy never…" She trailed off, and Wayne finished the sentence for her.

"Of course not, babe. I'm not gonna get intimate with just any girl. And that's all Amy is to me… just another girl."

Grace's sobs had ceased by now. In fact, they had left ever since she had referenced Hinder. "What does that make me?"

Wayne's answer came swift and unchallenged.

"An angel."