A/N - im sorry but I did post this, it just decided to delete itself from the story. I thought it was a bit of fun and Patricks reaction to Rigsbys replacement is not something that could go unwritten about.

Chapter 3

FOUR MONTHS LATER

"JANE!!" Lisbon screamed

Van Pelt and Cho looked at Jane who was lying on his couch. Lisbon stormed into the bull pen, rage emanating from her.

"What?"

"You scared him away that's what!"

"I told him a few truths that he didn't seem to like. That's all"

"That's the sixth agent you have scared away in FOUR months!"

"Gah! They're obviously not what you're looking for!"

"Jane" there was a warning in her voice

"Rigsby!"

"What?

"Behind you."

Lisbon turned to find Rigsby stood in the doorway.

"What are you doing here? You're not fit to work"

"Not working, physical therapy!"

"In the bull pen?"

"I thought I'd stop by and say hi on the way to the gym downstairs. Sounds like things haven't changed much?"

"Don't even think about it Jane" Lisbon stated, pointing at Jane who was trying to sneak out of the door.

Rigsby, sensing something big was about to hit the fan decided it was time to go to the gym. He quickly got changed and stepped onto the treadmill to warm up. He started at a quick walk for ten minutes then progressed to a light jog. He was to keep at this pace for a further ten minutes. The physical therapist had told him to do this for as long as he could. If his ankle started to hurt he was to stop and work his upper body only. This was, at the moment his daily routine. He didn't notice the crowds of women who started coming to they gym at the same time as him. After and hour he finished up on the treadmill he moved onto the weight machine to work his upper body and give his lower limbs a slight rest. He got really warm so he took his top off. The women in the gym turned to stare. Rigsby was a fine specimen of a man and here he was topless working out. Every woman's dream. They all thought they stood a chance. Rachel Maddison, a pretty brunette, was the eye candy of the men and had been asked out by most of the bureau, had her sights set on him.

"Wayne?"

Rigsby nearly dropped the weights as she startled him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sick of being the one getting my ass kicked by suspects. I was wondering if you would teach me how to spar?"

"Urm… sure. Just give me half an hour?" She smiled at him. "Gotcha" she thought.

He got back on the treadmill. As he started running he felt a short sharp pain shoot through his ankle. Time to stop. He moved over to the mats where Rachel was waiting for him. He started showing her some techniques that would help her when confronted by a suspect. As he showed her the way to throw a punch he felt his shoulder pop out of the socket. It had happened a couple of times since he dislocated it. He tried to put it back in himself.

Wasn't going to happen.

"Want some help?" Rachel asked him, finally thankful that she was going to get his hot body in her hands. She was going to make him melt like putty.

"No thanks. It'll go back in." he replied sitting down on the bench.

"Are you gay?" she blurted out

"No. Why?"

"Because I'm the girl every guy here wants and you're not biting even thought I'm throwing out every sign that I can."

"Oh! I'm sorry. You're not really my type." He politely replied, blushing.

At that point he felt a hand snake across his shoulder. He didn't need to look to see who it was. He knew that touch anywhere.

"Hey Van Pelt. Could you pop my shoulder for me?"

"Was just about to. I saw you dislocate it. Again"

"Why are you down here?"

"Me and Cho came to see how you were doing."

"Lisbon on the war path?"

"Yeah. She and Jane are now looking for the seventh replacement"

There was a resounding CRACK as she put his shoulder back into place. Her hands moved from his shoulder and elbow to rest one on each shoulder. Looking up she saw Rachel staring at them.

"Sorry. Were you in the middle of something?"

"I was just about to leave"

Rigsby smiled up at Van Pelt, silently thanking her for getting him out of this awkward situation. Cho came over to talk to Rigsby too.

"Hey Van Pelt. I'd release him. The girls here are throwing daggers at you. And Rigsby. Stop being their eye candy. Put your shirt back on".

He smiled and retrieved his shirt.

Cho's cell started to ring.

"Hey boss. Yeah she's with me. We'll be right up."

"Van Pelt, Cho, we have a case. A professor of Russian literature at Claremont University was murdered. This guy was a friend of the deputy AG which is why we have the case."

"What is this guy's name?"

"Boris Ahlyeksyey. Van Pelt, we have two rookies meeting us there. I want you here."

"Yes boss"

"Ok Cho, Jane. Let's get going"