I've been wanting to do a little musical fic. from VanPelt's POV and Schnerb

(who was kind enough to read and review) **cough..cough.. hint…cough**

suggested I extend My Next Girl (the song fic I did with My Next Girl by The Black Keys)

with Grace's thoughts. Awesome idea by the way, thanks. So I thought I would combine the two with a songs fic of Grace's thoughts while she covertly watches and thinks of Wayne who's covertly watching and thinking of her.

Blah Blah Blah… The Mentalist, its characters, Snow Patrol and the song You Could Be Happy aren't mine, Blah Blah. Don't sue me I don't have any money Blah Blah.

You Could Be Happy

She sat at her desk seemingly engrossed in the words on her computer screen, but really she was watching …waiting. Every nerve attuned every sinew tense, her eyes are concentrating on her work but her body is concentrating on him. The man with the rough hands and gentle touch.

You could be happy and I won't know

But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

He was sitting at his desk as well, trying to look as busy and hard at work as she did but with less success. She could sense his tension, his anticipation; he was waiting too, both for the same thing but for different reasons. The cell phone in his pocket gave a brief chirp causing him to jump slightly as it indicated an incoming message. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as he casually reached for it. He was faking it, that suave coolness that no one who knew him would believe he was capable of and she knew him better than anyone else.

And all the things that I wish

I had not said

Are played in loops

till it's madness in my head

He gave a slight smile as he read the message, the tension leaving his shoulders. It had the opposite effect on her, her neck tingled, the breath she had taken seemed to freeze into an ice cold lump in her chest. She felt her eyes burn and prickle and tried not to think about when that smile had been reserved for her.

Is it too late to remind you

how we were

But not our last days of silence

Screaming, blur

His smile along with the look in his eyes as soft and sweet as his voice when he whispered promises and encouragement in the dark of night, it had all been hers.

Most of what I remember

makes me sure

I should have stopped you from walking

Out the door

She couldn't help but wonder who she was, what she was like. Was it the tiny brunette she had seen leaving the gym with last week as she'd walked out of yoga class? She couldn't help but picture them writhing together, his muscled body a stark contrast to her delicate beauty.

You could be happy

I hope you are

You made me happier

Than I'd been by far

It had been her decision, her choice. She knew who she was and what she wanted. So why did she feel regret at the thought of going home to an empty apartment. Memories and the old Fire Academy sweater she refused to wash the only this she had left of him.

Somehow everything I own

Smells of you

And for the tiniest moment

It's all not true

She caught his eyes as he gathered up his things to leave. She hoped the smile she gave him was enough to cover the look of pain and regret in her eyes.

Do the things

that you always wanted to

without me there to hold you back

don't think, just do

Whoever the woman was this time Grace hoped she knew how lucky she was. She hoped she appreciated him or she would have to live with the regret of giving something away before she even knew the value of what she had. Just like Grace.

More than anything

I want to see you go

Take a glorious bite

out of the whole world

Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated.