A/N: WOW! Thanks for the AMAZING reviews! I don't think I've ever gotten that many for one chapter/story before. Thank you so, so, so, so much!! =D I had no idea that so many people liked Wicked, haha. Anyway. This chapter is the Rigsby/Van Pelt one that I promised. It's really short, I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm not very good at writing Rigsby/Van Pelt. I think Jisbon (Jello, whatever) is more fun. :D Not that Rigsby and Van Pelt don't deserve some love too...:)
Thanks so much to Madaboutthementalist for the idea for this one!!
"Rigsby?"
He froze.
"Rigsby?" Her voice was closer this time.
Rigsby began to get frantic. He looked at the box on donuts in his hand, and with a pout he put them back in the cupboard. This was why he shouldn't have told Van Pelt about his high cholesterol. Sure, it was sweet that she cared about him, but really. Her care was going to kill him.
If he had to look at one more carrot he was going to be sick.
"Rigsby." Van Pelt smiled as she entered the small kitchen. "There you are."
He grinned halfheartedly. Van Pelt narrowed her eyes.
"What were you doing in here?"
"I was just, um...," He mumbled.
"Donuts? Rigsby!" Van Pelt exclaimed. Rigsby didn't even bother wondering how she knew that he was after the donuts. "You have to start eating healthier. If you want a snack then eat a carrot!"
Rigsby groaned. "Do I look like a rabbit?"
Van Pelt pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "No. You look like a big baby."
Rigsby's mouth fell open. "But—,"
"No buts!" She exclaimed.
Opening the fridge, Van Pelt pulled out two carrots and held them out towards him. Rigsby took them, grimacing the whole time.
"I don't like carrots." He grumbled.
"Well you already ate everything else I bought you!" Van Pelt gave him a stern look. "The carrots are the only healthy things left!"
"They're the only things left because I don't like them!" Rigsby told her. He tried and tried, but he just didn't seem to be able to get his point across.
Van Pelt ignored his complaining and just rolled her eyes. She began to leave the kitchen, making sure to take the box of donuts with her, but Rigsby grabbed her wrist.
"Van Pelt!" He whined. "I haven't had real food for two days! I'm dying! I can't eat another carrot! Please don't make me eat these!" He waved his carrots around wildly.
Van Pelt smiled sweetly. "Eat the carrots or don't eat anything."
Rigsby made a sound similar to a whimper, and then sat the carrots down on the table. He huffed. "I guess I'll just starve to death."
Van Pelt laughed. "I don't think you're going to starve." She placed a hand on his arm. "How about you come over to my house tonight? I'll make you a tasty and healthy dinner."
Rigsby smiled. "That sounds great. But…no carrots. Promise?"
"I promise." She rolled her eyes.
The two of them headed back to their desks, and Rigsby couldn't help but let his smile widen.
Maybe this diet wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: Please tell me what you think...I'm not so sure about this one. I said before, I don't think I'm that good at writing Rigsby/Van Pelt. Haha. Please review! They make me happy. :) Oh, if anyone has any ideas/prompts/anything they'd like to see a oneshot about, tell me in a PM or review!
