A/N: My prompt for this little one was "brothers". I know, there's only one brother mentioned but in my own little mentalist-fanfic-verse Grace's got three of them. I suppose you can see this fic as one of three. The brother here is Matthew, which is the second of her three older brothers, in my mind at least. And I don't know if I like the ending….I think it's a little rushed. What do you think?

Disclaimer: Wouldn't belong to me if I tried…I'm just not that creative. Mistakes are mine. Point them out to me.

Set up

„No."

„Aw, come on, Gracie – "

The red headed woman looked around the room fastly, seeing no one of her colleagues. She even double checked the couch. Nothing. Good. Then she heard the old nickname and closed her eyes tight. She flinched inwardly. Like she would still be nine years old instead of 26. She hated that.

But like when she was nine years old she glared. Her laptop screen had to suffer as a surrogate because the real person wasn't available. And like when she was nine she hissed into the phone she was currently holding to her right ear.

"Don't. Call me. Gracie!" She would kill him. That was a sure thing. Sometime in the near future she would kill her brother. But first she had to get rid of him before anyone came back and heard something of this talk. It was embarrassing enough as it was.

"Okaaaay." The caller on the other end breathed out that word slowly. She was ten years younger than him and she couldn't scare him. Yeah, right. He tried another tactic. "I know you'll like him. He's very nice, an old friend of Helen – "

Her brother was driving her crazy. Since he married Helen one year ago, he thinks everyone should be as happy and married as him. So he tries to set every one of his single friends and his sister up. Most of the time with each other.

"Matt, I said no. I don't need – "

This time Grace got interrupted by her annoying relative. And even better yet, Jane and Lisbon were walking back into the room, debating about something. And were they were Cho and Rigsby weren't far. She had to close that up. And fast. Before Jane hears something worth embarrassing her over.

"Yes, you do. You work too hard. You need someone to come home to."

She wasn't alone. She had her fantasies, starring one sweet…

"Someone to be yourself with." Oh, her brother wasn't finished yet. And he disturbed a starting fantasy. Jerk.

Someone tried to get her attention by standing in front of her desk and dangling car keys loudly. When she looked up there was Rigsby smiling at her still waving the keys. She held up the forefinger of her left hand signaling him to wait a second and giving her the perfect opportunity to stall that talk.

"Matt, I've gotta work. I'll call you back later, okay?" And without waiting for a reply she hung up the phone and breathed out a long suffering sigh. Looking up at Rigsby she started smiling. "Where are we going?"

They were driving back from the lead they should investigate. But Lisbon warned them it could be pointless…. and it was. But that's protocol for you. Rigsby was driving and tried not to turn his head and stare at Grace all the time. She wouldn't like that and she would tell him. But he wanted to know. He had to know. It was eating at him all the time they were driving. No, since she ended the phone call. Who the hell was Matt? How did he know her? How long did he know her? Was it serious? Why didn't she say something about a boyfriend to him? Okay, he could answer the last one on his own. But… heck, he so didn't like that.

"Okay. I don't get it." She was looking him up and down when she said that. It was of course totally clear to her what she meant and that he would think she meant something totally different. But she kept on staring at him till he started frowning. Although he didn't just once break his concentration on the street to look at her. Alone that let her know something was bothering him. He was acting a little… jealous. She couldn't describe it better.

"Yeah, but we knew it'd possibly be nothing."

See? He was talking about the lead, she meant his behavior. She shook her head slightly and sighed deeply, her gaze now at her lap.

"I mean you." She whispered these three little words like she was afraid of the conversation they would start. And she was.

Suddenly he stopped the car away from the street at the beginning of a little forest. So he could turn his whole body towards her and could fully concentrate on her. She was the one frowning now and looked annoyed out the passengerside window.

"Me? What about me?"

"You haven't said a word to me the entire drive. The last time you were being a jerk like that, was after you listened to that creep Fricke." She shuddered at the thought.

He swore himself he wouldn't be like that anymore. He wanted her to be happy. But with him.

"Are you happy, Grace?" He was keeping direct eye contact.

Now she was confused. What? "Uh…I guess."

He would be happy for her. He sighed, but still held her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes with these few little golden specks in them. "Matt. Are you happy with him? Is it serious? I just heard – "

He wasn't prepared for the oncoming mood swing. He wasn't prepared for that. For Grace literally laughing her ass off. Where there tears in her eyes? Okay, what did he miss, here? But one thing he was pretty sure of, he needed to hear her laugh more often. It was musical, melodious…. heaven. It didn't matter that she seemed to laugh about him.

"Matt….is….oh my god….he….sorry," she was still giggling between words. "It's just the idea is so…." She sobered up, looked into the eyes of the sweet jealous teddy bear beside her and smiled lovingly. "Wayne?" She wanted to make sure he still looked into her eyes, which he did. "Matt. Matthew. He is my brother." She saw something click into place and the rising blush in his cheeks. "He wanted to set me up. Again."

"So, he is not…"

She giggled. "No, he is not."

The relief and even deeper embarrassment were so clear on his face it was like looking into a crystal lake and seeing right through to the bottom.

"I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions, it's just…. that call…" he shrugged not really knowing what to say. "Soooo, your brother, huh?"

Grace only rolled her eyes and moaned. If he only knew.

"Yeah. My brother. He is in Sacramento for the next few days on business. And he of course knows someone here who is single. It's getting creepy." As she said that she was getting an idea, which made her start blushing. It was a blush fest. She was only glad, that no one was watching them.

He noticed the slight red color in her cheeks. He always noticed that. But before he could comment on that or her explaining she was talking again.

"Would you….I mean, I have an idea….but you don't have to do that, if you don't want to. It's just….he probably won't let – "

As much as he loved her voice, she was confusing him. So he stopped her rambling with a short and quick peck on her lips. She was so surprised and shocked that she wouldn't get out a word, her mouth still open from her last sentence.

"What's the idea?"

"Uh…you." She blinked and finally found her voice again.

"Me? What shall I do?"

"Would you play my boyfriend for, I don't know, probably just an hour? Lunch or something with my brother." She watched his face for even the tiniest reaction. As always she could see his answer plain on his face. He not only wanted to play her boyfriend, he wanted to be her boyfriend, but he would be satisfied with everything she gave him. "I'll make it up to you." She offered.

Now he was curious. "How?"

She didn't even think for one second. Grace didn't hesitate even in the slightest.

"With whatever you want. Just name it."

He looked away for a second seemingly thinking about that. He didn't need to do that. Wayne Rigsby knew exactly what he wanted. He was just gathering up the courage to ask it. One deep breath and he looked back up to her. This was it.

"A real date. With you." He was prepared for pretty much everything from a stuttering excuse about them working together and it being not aloud to a slap in his face. He got neither and was rewarded with a shy beautiful smile and only on little word that would have him smiling for the rest of the week.

"Okay."