When Grace woke up the next morning Jane was still passed out beside her. She jumped up quickly, realizing what happened. Her fast movements caused Jane to wake up. He groggily scanned the room before his eyes landed on Grace standing naked beside the bed.

"The hell, why are you in my house?"

This time when he looked around his eyes were focused. She could see all the pieces fall back into place. His head shot back around, his eyes locked on hers.

"Oh my god…we…oh my god."

Grace walked over to her closet and picked her robe out, pulling it over herself. Jane was now sitting the bed trying to locate his clothing. Most of them were lying in a heap in the corner.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Um, I will just get a cab. Thank you for picking me up."

He dressed quickly and practically ran out of her house. What the hell, he forces himself on her then freaks out the next day?

Grace couldn't believe it was already Monday morning. Facing Jane after he ran out was going to be fun. The only thing she could think of was how guilty he looked before he left. She pulled into her spot in the CBI parking lot. Jane wasn't there yet which was unusual, turning off the ignition she walked into the building. Rigsby nodded to her over his shoulder. To her surprise Jane was laying on his couch, he was wearing the same clothes he was when she picked him up. Grace walked over to him, poking her finger not too gently into his ribs.

"Bastard."

He sat up, grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the interrogation rooms.

"Grace, I'm sorry…it's just, I freaked out. I didn't know how to react."

"So you ran away like a frightened animal?"

Grace was pissed and Jane started to get nervous. He opened and closed his mouth several times, willing words to form.

"Yes, I mean no. Ughh! I don't know how to explain it to you."

"You are a cheap bastard that uses people to get what you want, and when you're done with them you leave. If I didn't wake up first you would have been gone. There is no way of sweat talking you're way out of the one."

Grace started to leave, but decided she wasn't done. She stood in front of him placing both her hands on his shoulders. He looked at her quizzically for a moment before she brought her knee up catching him right where it counted. A loud wheezing noise escaped his lips when she connected. He started to fall forward, but she already moved causing him to fall onto his face. 'That,' She hissed, crouching down to his level and picking him up by the collar. 'Is exactly what I should have done last night. You're pathetic, obnoxious and if I ever see you again it'll be too soon.'

She let go of him, causing him to fall back on the floor, and headed to her desk. As she sat down, she couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth at the sight of Jane's bewildered face.