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AN1: 6th edition of my 10-part drabble song-series.
AN2: Based on 'El Tango de Roxanne' by Chicago.
AN3: Wow... 6 posts of Mentalist drabbles... sorry if this is spamming ^^;;
AN4: Takes place post 3x24 'Strawberries and Cream' Part 2
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Stake-out Snacks
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"She's in the car right now," Lisbon said, still holding her side. The EMT taking her blood-pressure checked his watch before looking up at the pair of agents, "I'm sorry, but we need to get you to the hospital, Miss Lisbon."
"Right... sorry," Rigsby said, backtracking out of the ambulance and helping them close the doors.
He waited patiently for the ambulance to disappear from sight before finally turning on his heel towards O'Laughlin's car.
He never liked the guy. He actually hated him. For many reasons. But, to spare Grace's feelings, he had kept it to himself.
But now?
It's over.
O'Laughlin was a mole. He was working with Red John. He told Grace that he never loved her. And that she was just a means to an end.
When Wayne reached the car, he could hear Grace's hiccupping and sobbing from the front seat.
She's been crying the entire time.
He cleared his throat, still not coming closer or even trying to look at her just yet, "Hey, Grace!" he said, loudly.
He could hear her shuffling around for a few seconds before a strained, "Hey," came as a reply.
Rigsby finally opened the driver's seat and climbed inside O'Laughlin's car. Even the damned man's cologne was still hanging in the air. For a split second, Rigsby couldn't help but feel jealous that he didn't get the chance to shoot him.
Nobody has the right to make her cry.
Especially not that guy.
Rigsby shut the door, just staring out the window. A comfortable silence between them.
A few minutes passed, but he could hear her finally starting to calm down. Her sniffling and hiccupping seemed to die down. Even the times she had to wipe at her eyes seemed to lessen.
"Man... I wish I brought some snacks..." Rigsby finally said, looking over to her with a small encouraging smile when he heard her choke out a small nervous laugh.
He couldn't help but still be surprised when he did finally see her face. Red, puffy from crying. Her mascara running and her eye-shadow smudged. But he could see, beyond it all, she was looking back at him... and for the first time in what seems to be months...
Grace's really smiling.
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