This is my second story about the Mentalist and I really hope you enjoy reading it.
It was a normal day, just around 8 o clock and everybody of the team sat at their desk.
Ok, not everybody Rigsby was missing. Not the perfect start of a day Lisbon thought.
"Does anybody know where Rigsby is?" Lisbon asked a little bit irritated.
Jane lied on the couch and smiled. "Oh cutie wasn't your night, was it? Nightmares?"
"Oh shut up Jane. Annoy someone else, Grace for example."
Van Pet looked up from her desk. "Excuse me?"
"She is just kidding Grace. Don't be worry." Jane answered from the couch.
"Back to my question,guys. Where is Rigsby?"
"Maybe there is again much traffic on the route with Lipstick" Grace said quietly to herself. Lisbon rolled her eyes. "Shall I call him, Boss?" Cho asked and looked to Lisbon.
"No Thanks, Cho. I'll do it by myself." And with this she headed out of the Bullpen.
After half an hour and more than 10 voice mails at Rigsby's Mobil phone, Lisbon came back.
"Cho, Van Pelt. Please drive over to Rigsby's apartment. Get him out of the bed or whatever."
"Ok Boss." Cho and Van Pelt answered. "Oh so it's just the two of us. I love these times." Jane announced. "Jane!" was the only answer he got from Lisbon.
At Rigsbys Apartment, Cho looked over to Van Pelt it seemed like it was the first time that she was here since their break up. They headed out of the Van and went into the house. Cho knocked on Rigsby's door. "Rigsby, hey open the door." Nothing happened. He knocked a second time. "Rigsby. Open the door. Your late, buddy." Van Pelt looked worry, it wasn't normal for Wayne to get too late. She felt a knot in her stomach. This wasn't normal. Van Pelt grabbed in her pocket and get out a key.
Cho stared at Van Pelt. "You have a key? Really?"
"Yeah, I have a key. Why you're looking so strange. Is normal for a couple to have a key for each others apartment, isn't it? And he gave it to me a week before we broke up." She pulled the key into the keyhole. "And you haven't given it back?" Cho couldn't understand why she kept this. Van Pelt looked up to him. "No, I haven't. Happy Mr. Itisntright?" She knew she was snippy and of course it wasn't right to keep the latchkey but it wasn't his business.
"Yeah, just open the door." She did what he said and the two walked in. "Rigsby?" "Rigsby!"both asking. Grace didn't feel well. Lot's of memories filled her head when she walked into the apartment. She felt miserable. He hadn't changed something. She headed to the bedroom. When she opened the door she hoped that nobody was with him. She didn't like the image that someone else slept beside him. But there was nobody and especially no Wayne.
Cho came up from behind. "He is not here." "The thing is" Van Pelt started " He hasn't slept her, either. "So he wasn't here the night." Cho conclude.
"Maybe he slept by his new girlfriend" Van Pelt said a little bit jealous. "You know the name of her by the way?" She asked Cho. Cho looked to the ground when he said "I don't know if I'm up to date." "Wait, what does this mean? What are you talking about, Cho?"
Cho knew that he would hurt Grace when he said: "He has lot of different woman's at the moment. Some of them a week, others only for a night." Grace couldn't believe what she just heard. "What is he thinking?" Grace said angrily. "Hey you broke up with him, not the other way around, Grace!" "I know." Grace answered. "It bothered you" Cho noticed. "We should drive back. We've done our work." Cho smiled, he couldn't wait to tell Rigsby this story. He was happy that Wayne wasn't the only one with a broken heart. "Let's checked out his calendar maybe we find a note where he was yesterday. I'm searching in the living room; you can check the other rooms." They left the bedroom and searched in the apartment for a note. After a while she entered the living room. Cho was sitting on the couch, waiting for Van Pelt. "You found something?" he interrogates her. "Nothing. You?" "The same" Cho pointed to a frame at the coffee table it was a photo of Grace and Wayne smiling in the camera. "You looked happy. You both do." Grace smiled at the memory of taking this photo. "We were happy" and with this she headed out of the Living room.
Back in the office they told Lisbon that Rigsby wasn't at home. Lisbon was getting nervous. It was nearly noon. Rigsby had called her if he was sick. There was something. She would call the hospitals and police station maybe something happened to him.
"Hi, this is Special Agent Lisbon just a question, have you a person named Wayne Rigsby at your hospital?" The woman at the other end told her to wait a minute. It was the third hospital she speaks with. And nobody had seen or heard something of Rigsby. This wasn't her day; the only thing she wanted at the moment was a bed and a sleeping bill not sorrows about Rigsby. "Mam, there is no man called Wayne Rigsby in this hospital but we have a person with no name and we don't know who it is. Maybe this is your man. Can you describe your Agent?"
She didn't believe that this was Rigsby, without a name and something by himself. She was sure that this was a waste of time and only a drunken homeless person. "Yeah of course he is a white, tall, athletic, short dark hair, blue eyes man." "Is it possible that you send me a picture?" "I can fax you a photo." "Ok, I'll call you if the description accord with our person."
"All right, thanks for your help." Lisbon hangs up and decided to make a break from calling all hospitals in the area of 50 miles. This was absurd. It wasn't her job to look after Rigsby. He was an adult he can protect himself. She thinks to herself. I have to do work. And with that she began to fill out the undone paper work.