So I think after this chapter there will be one more, and hopefully I'll get that posted some time next week, until then I'd love to hear what you have to say about this chapter. As always I own nothing.

Well there was no turning back now. "Yes Grace, but please don't freak out, please."

"Why would I freak out, I was right I told you on that first case we worked that I thought you were psychic and you just smirked you didn't argue you smirked I should have known then."

"Please calm down Grace."

"So you're saying you weren't really a fraud?" Rigsby questioned.

"No I was still a fraud." I shrugged, "I never contacted one of my clients dead relatives, it's not even possible. I didn't know what was going to happen in their future anymore than they did. I sold hope, being psychic or whatever isn't really like they advertise. Which is why I'm still one hundred percent certain your cousin Yolanda is a fraud."

"Patrick!" I was quickly scolded by my wife.

"Sorry I thought we were being honest now."

"No it's his opinion, maybe you can meet her and then you'll just know she's real."

I couldn't help but smirk, it took every ounce of self-control not to snort in amusement and roll my eyes. "Of course there is always that possibility."

"So what's going to happen in my future?" Rigsby couldn't help but smirk I suppose to him this whole thing must be very amusing.

"You're going to go to dinner with Grace tonight."

"How did you…..?"

"I heard you ask her yesterday on our way back to the car from a crime scene." I gave in and rolled my eyes. "You to have yet again poorly hidden your relationship from everyone but the women who will be throwing daggers at me the rest of the day."

"Come on seriously man." Rigsby pouted.

"I seriously have no idea what's going to happen in your future I don't get to pick and chose. More often than not I witness a gruesome death that wakes both me and my wife up in the middle of the night, sounds like so much fun doesn't it. Oh and you know what else I have to deal with my six and four year old boys running to me and telling me about their bad dreams and not being able to say it's okay it's just a dream. Instead I have to try and explain why they know things like oh yeah their mothers pregnant before either Teresa or I knew."

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you or anything." Rigsby tried backing into his chair.

"Daddy why are you mad." Andy whispered, "Is it because if what I said."

"Of course not buddy, daddy's not mad. He's just annoyed you know like you get when mommy and daddy repeatedly tell you to finish your dinner. Daddy had to do something he didn't want to do."

"It's okay daddy, you'll be all better soon, I always get all better after I finish dinner and get desert."

"Yeah but daddy doesn't get desert right now."

"Does daddy want desert?" Teresa grinned, "I suppose if daddy's a good boy and finishes answering questions nicely we might go and get some ice cream with lunch."

"Do what mommy says, the desert is always worth it."

"I just think you want ice cream later." I smiled at my son as he shook his curly blond hair, but blushed almost as red as his mother does. "You don't want ice cream, well I don't really want ice cream so I don't think I'll behave."

"No daddy I changed my mind I want ice cream."

"If it's for you I guess I can be nice for a little while longer, as long as the questions aren't to mind numbing and irritating."

"Patrick!"

"What I said I'll behave."