It occurs to me that we know exactly what Rigsby is thinking. Even if he didn't have a really cute open book for a face, he tells Cho everything. So, what is Grace thinking? The conversation Grace has with her inner Grace.
DISCLAIMER: I would be very careful with them. Who am I kidding, poor Rigsby would be so manhandled!! Good thing they belong to Heller and CBS
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What Have I Done?
They sat and drank the priceless wine with pizza in a much looser atmosphere. It was kind of nice change from the soda. Grace savored the flavor, and secretly thought it was kind of musty. It did have nice warmth going down, although that warmth could have been for another reason. Forcing herself to remain relaxed and pay attention, she listened to the others as her thoughts crashed like waves in a Hurricane.
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod! What have I done? I kissed him. I dragged him into a darkened office at the CBI, for crying out loud and kissed him. It was great. It was better than great. That man can kiss. Whoo hoo, can he kiss. I could kiss him for hours. I plan to kiss him for hours. Wait? What the hell have I done?
I knew this would happen. The first day I met the team, he stuttered my name and said hello. I remember thinking how gorgeous he was and how off limits. I wanted to sink into those eyes. But no, I was good. I was careful. No office romances for me. Besides, I was sure he was just another jerk looking for convenient booty at work. No thank you. I was NOT going to be that girl. I would be polite, but aloof.
Oh that kiss, though. Those nice strong arms around me holding me up. My knees were going to go soon if hadn't been holding me so close. All of him felt nice and strong. Wait. What have I done? I knew he was really interested. It went way past the usual flirt crap I had gotten before. He was respectful and sweet. On that fake date, I knew he was wishing it was for real. I was too. Nothing like having a great guy's eyes light up when you are wearing a killer dress.
And he really is a great guy. He's sweet, and kind and brave. I couldn't believe it when he went into that fire. I can't believe he told me LOVED me that day. Nothing like some strong drugs to get a guy to say it. I have spent years trying to get guys to say that and he spills it on drugs no less. Then he passes out. He looked so cute sleeping. Bet I'll get to see that tonight too. Stop. What have I done?
We are both agents and in the same unit. There is no way this will be allowed. So, I get the guy but not the job. Right Grace. Remember that. Don't remember all the times he almost asked you out. Don't remember how great his butt looked in those jeans. Oh do NOT remember how hot he looked trying to put on that tiny camp shirt. Don't remember almost kissing him in the men's room. Don't remember how he had to be hypnotized to kiss you. Yum, that was a great kiss too. Pretend you don't remember. Pretend you don't think about that mental image a LOT.
Hmm, this wine is sort of growing on me.
This whole week has been bizarre. In the middle of a case, for crying out loud, he finally gets up the nerve to say it to you. And then you just stammer until he goes in for a kiss. I didn't know whether to thank Jane or not. Yeah, you were going to let him kiss you in the basement of that house, weren't you, Grace? And you were going to kiss him back. You've been wondering about his kisses for months now.
Wait. Jane just said something. Crap! I have no idea what anyone said. Just give them all that little half smile. Pretend you have not been thinking about Wayne. Do NOT lick your lips to see if you can still taste him on you.
Oh God. You thought you were so cool with that "Not the right time" crap. His face just fell. What a bitch. The poor guy puts it all out there. He's ready to screw the rules and the CBI. You know you want him. You've been dreaming about him. You've been moaning his name in your dreams. Moaning. Yeah, you'll be doing some of that tonight too. Stop. What are you doing?
You thought you were so cool until you got a glimpse of his face in the kitchen. Felt that shock of awareness as he grabbed a glass and brushed your shoulder. That one little touch and it felt like an electric shock. You made your move. One kiss, you thought. Just one. Like having a tiny treat and then you wouldn't feel so deprived on your diet.
There was nothing tiny about him. One taste and you wanted it all. One taste and he was breathing hard. One taste and you realized it would never be enough. You want more. Hell, you want it all. You go back in for more. And he is right there. Thank God you needed oxygen at one point. You would have never stopped. Passionate, deep, toe-curling kisses. He didn't grab you and stick his tongue down your throat or try to pry your jaw open. No, he explored, tasted and stroked. Strong and gentle. You might have known. It's who he is. Oh yeah. That warmth is NOT wine.
Who the hell is the CBI to decide who you love? Love? Oh crap. It's love. The handsome, sweet, strong, slightly shy guy got to you big time.
OK. I've pretended long enough. I am out of here. I am going to continue that kiss and tell him. We'll figure it out. I have kissed enough frogs. I want my Prince Charming, even if he drives an SUV instead of a white horse. Yeah, I am kissing a prince of a guy tonight. Maybe I will get a happily ever after…..
"Good night all"
She could hear his good night above the others. Keeping her smile to herself she knew exactly how good a night it would be.
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I am hoping this is what she thought. Because if she plays that darling boy…..
Whaddya think??