A/N: Sorry for the delay! And this chapter is a really short one, so it won't really ease your pain... What pain, haha =). My story is really bad, so it doesn't really matter if I upload my story fast or not =).

Disclaimer: How I wish I was Bruno Heller... So when I wish I was Bruno Heller, I'm not Bruno, right? Because that would be strange... To wish you were yourself... Though it is something positive, that you have confidence in yourself and that you don't want to be someone else. But it would still be strange, so- No, I'm not Bruno Heller -.-".


Before you let someone go, make sure it's a choice you won't regret. Some things can't be undone.


Chapter 7: The last chat

"I can't do this!" Rigsby exclaimed, backing away from the window and for the fourth time he tried to walk away from the group. Lisbon grabbed his arm.

"You don't have to, Wayne, but it will give you and Grace some rest, for as far as that's possible. Trust me Wayne, do it." Lisbon whispered, holding back tears as well. This was difficult, for all of them. The last few minutes of Grace. But they had to do it. They just had to.

Rigsby nodded. He swallowed, and entered the room. The rest of the group sat down outside in the waiting room, waiting for the moment to hear what they didn't want to hear.

"Grace?" Rigsby asked, as the doctor woke her up by doing millions of things. He hadn't seen it as possible to wake her up from that coma, but apparently, it was possible. They just kept her in a coma to make it easier and more bearable for her.

Grace looked up, slowly. It wasn't surprising, she had been in a coma for one and a half week. She smiled faintly. Rigsby didn't think she knew what had happened, and he didn't wanted to tell her. It would only ruin this last moment.

"Hi." She said, turning a bit to face him entirely. He smiled.

"How are you doing?" He said, but slapped himself.

"Stupid question!" He said, which made Grace laugh a bit.

"It's not a stupid question. I think you know how I'm doing." Grace said, and looked away from Rigsby, who sat down on the chair next to her bed. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn't handle it. Seeing Rigsby this sad, broke her heart. Since she broke up with him, she was filled with guilt feelings. None of the team members was obvious, but Rigsby was quite an open book. She knew he still loved her, and she loved him too as well. They just couldn't be together anymore.

Rigsby sighed.

"Yes, I do." He said, and swallowed. Grace looked at him again. She then suddenly took his hand, and pulled him on his feet.

"Please hold me." She said, tears stinging in her eyes. Rigsby nodded, and laid down next to her, his arm clamped around her, like he had done a few days ago, only this time, she turned towards her, and touched his face, tears streaming down her face.

"Wayne?" Grace asked.

"Yes?" Rigsby said, stroking her hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too..." Rigsby said, and kissed her.


A/N: Let me know what you think!