A/N: So I had this super good idea for this chapter. Unfortunately, minutes after thinking it was super good I forgot all about it though as I type now I remember that I was walking home as I had the idea.
Maybe it'll come back... hopefully.
Pairing: Rigsby/ Van Pelt
Prompt: I kinda used to line of thought I had for the last chapter where Jane focussed on the word 'love'. This time I chose 'high'.
Disclaimer: ...I still don't own this ): Even more worse news, when I was promised shepherd's pie for tea I got corned beef hash instead D:
For some reason, all Agent Rigsby could think about that morning was the word 'high'. He had written it but once in a report a few minutes ago, and that had stuck in a way that made him uncomfortable.
High.
Maybe it's about how high he sees her? That he sees her with high regard?
Perhaps Grace Van Pelt was the crucial climax to his life. He had experienced that high of his life, what else was he to search for now?
To him she was the highest form of good, or perhaps it was the distance he was willing to go to be with her: climbing the highest mountains?
Maybe it was the feeling or euphoria; the intoxicating feel of having no control over himself because she runs through his veins like a drug. Something of which he could never fully understand, but he imagined that being near her and delving deeper into the dark pleasures she can give was the closest he would ever get to being high.
He thought only words like love and respect were important when romantically involved with the woman you know you are supposed to spend your life with.
He heard the soft clack of her high heels as she walked past his desk.
"Morning Agent Rigsby"
Wayne smiled softly. "Hi."
Oh I do love writing :D More Grace and Rigsby next time (: