Note: The Mentalist is not mine. Review if you'd like. Also, as much as I hated the ending of 'My Bloody Valentine' I've decided to add parts of that plot line in as well. Sounds vaguely confusing, but it'll make more sense once you read it.


The doctor's words rang in Grace's head, halting all movement and coherent thought.

Pregnant. She was pregnant.

"Grace?"

Josh rested his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to respond, or at the very least, stop holding her breath.

She still couldn't quite process what the doctor had just told her, all of it seeming so surreal.

She was pregnant.


"I don't know what to do," Sarah whispered into the phone "he's distancing from me and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold his attention for."

A male voice replied from the other line.

"Don't worry about it, I already have a plan. Wayne Rigsby won't be gone anytime soon. Meet me at the Lakeshore Motel at two and we'll discuss."

The dial tone sounded in her ear as he hung up and she hummed to herself, confident that Red John had a plan; he always did.


Wayne logged off of his computer and dumped three unfinished files in his top drawer. He could see Sarah getting off the elevator, come to meet him for a late lunch, so he stood and grabbed his jacket, doing it up just as she entered the bullpen.

He really felt bad about the situation he had put her in; he hadn't really been interested in her in the first place, but Grace was with O'Laughlin and he had figured he should move on as well. Now he had cheated on her and ignored her for the past couple of weeks, so today he was going to break up with her and thoroughly apologize for the way he'd treated her. If she didn't kill him first, that is.

"Hey Wayne," she greeted him cheerfully "ready to go?"

"Yeah" he said rather flatly, leading her to the elevator.

The drive to the restaurant was silent, with Sarah occasionally asking him about work or the weather or something else that he didn't really pay much attention to. When they finally did reach their destination, Rigsby had hardly said more than a sentence, mentally preparing how he would explain himself to her.

They were seated at a booth by the window, the waitress leaving them with water and menus, and only then did Rigsby begin to speak.

"Listen, Sarah," he began "we have to talk."

Obviously seeing where this conversation was going, she cut him off.

"Wait," she said "me first."

Wayne was clearly surprised by that, gesturing for her to continue.

"I'm pregnant" she stated.

All the color drained from his face at that and his mouth slowly started to gape open; he looked like he was trying to swallow but he was having no success, instead looking like a fish out of water.

"What?" he rasped, still not managing to blink or swallow correctly.

"Pregnant." she said again "With a baby. Yours."

Wayne groped at the table, finally managing to grab his glass of water and drink all of it seemingly in one gulp, before signaling to the waitress for another.

He could feel his head spinning and dread sinking deep into the pit of his stomach. No. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be pregnant. Not with his kid. Not now. Not ever. He had started sweating and grabbed at his tie, desperately trying to loosen it and accidentally pulling it off entirely. This was not how this lunch was supposed to go; he was supposed to break up with her, she was supposed to be mad. This couldn't be happening.


Lisbon sat in her office, finishing a case report and waiting for Jane's inevitable daily intrusion. She was entirely unsurprised when she heard her door swing open, followed by Jane's usual joviality.

"What a beautiful day! Don't you agree Lisbon?"

"What are you up to Jane?" she asked, immediately suspicious.

"Now now Lisbon, a little cynical aren't we?"

"Not cynical," she responded "I've just known you for too long."

"Ah," he chuckled "so just well informed."

"Something like that."

Lisbon slid the paper she had been writing on into a folder and put her pen in a cup on her desk before turning to Jane.

"So," she started "what did you want?"

Her tone was less accusatory and she now seemed genuinely curious, as it wasn't very often that Jane came into her office without a clear scheme in mind.

"I was wondering when Van Pelt gets back from her leave."

"Oh," she started "in about a week I think."

Lisbon was surprised at his question, as it didn't seem to have the same strategic value that most Jane inqueries did.

"Thank you, Lisbon" he said, exiting her office quickly.

Well that was strange, even for Jane.


Cho was sitting reading a book at his desk when Rigsby returned from his lunch break, looking flustered, frazzled and thoroughly nauseous. He looked bad, even for Rigsby.

Cho stood up and cautiously walked over to the other man's desk.

"You don't look so good" he stated, watching Rigsby's hands twitch as he tried to log into his account.

"What are you talking about? I'm fine. Everything's fine."

There was a decidedly manic look in the larger agent's eyes and Cho found himself dragging Rigsby into the men's room once again, though this time he made a point of grabbing the coffee mug on his desk; it looked like Rigsby could use a glass of water... And maybe a Valium, but that was something he didn't have on him.

In the washroom Cho calmly filled the mug before handing it to Rigsby, who downed it in one go before filling it up again himself.

"You know, being your therapist is getting tiresome" Cho deadpanned.

Rigsby actually snorted at that, which Cho took as a good sign; at least he was responding.

"So?" Cho asked.

"Sarah's pregnant" he said quietly, almost as if he didn't want to hear it himself.

It was Cho's turn to be shocked, standing at the sink and gaping, before cocking his head.

"Man," he said "you have the worst luck, don't you?"

Rigsby just swiped his hand down over his face, trying to figure out how he had gotten into this mess.