I know, I know! This was cruel, but those angst bunnies are bitches aren't they? Working on finding the smut and fluff bunnies. If you find them, send them my way?

DISCLAIMER: Own my heartbreak at what they are going to do on the show to my fave couple!

MISERY - Chapter 4

Ignoring the banging and his voice was not an option. Their bodies were all for that idea, but the good agents they were at heart wouldn't listen. Drawing harsh breaths, they forced themselves apart. Wayne threw himself on the mattress next to her, not allowing any part of him to touch her. The banging on the door came again.

"Guys?"

"Throw something over you and go to the door. I am not in a fit state…"

Grace nodded sympathetically. Her hand just started toward him before her brain kicked in. She stopped her self and threw his shirt over her for now. It covered better than anything else. Then she spotted the complimentary robe. Pulling that on over the whole thing, she hurried to the door. She didn't want Cho to come in. She knew Cho didn't want that either.

Cho's normally stoic face was a mask of stone. His eyes, refusing to meet Grace's were the only tell of his embarrassment. He was pretty sure what he must have interrupted. But he also knew that if anyone was going to knock on the door and hurt them like this, it would be him. He knew it would be that much harder for them to have someone who truly didn't understand what this undercover operation was costing his friends.

"Van Pelt. We got a fix pretty fast. It was closer than we thought. The maintenance guy had his equipment hidden in a tool shed. They want you two to come down to the ops center and write up your statements. I think I can buy you about 15 or so minutes and then Hightower will send someone else up."

He finally worked up enough courage to look Grace in the eye. She gave him a half smile. "Thanks, Cho. I understand. We'll be there ASAP."

Walking back into the bedroom, Grace saw Wayne sitting on the side of the bed, clad only in his boxers. His head was in his hands, elbows on his knees. For just a brief moment, she drank in the sight of him. His long, muscular body was a thing of beauty. She missed seeing it with out clothes. Her heart literally ached at the thought of never seeing him like this again. They were amazing together physically, but it was the connection she had felt with him on every other level that she missed too.

Swallowing the sigh that was ready to pull her into a deeper depression, she forced herself to be calm. Wayne had always fed off her moods. This would be hard enough for him. As it was, she wanted nothing more than to run over and throw herself across his lap and jump back into bed. That wasn't possible.

"So, I am not sure Cho will ever be able to look me in the eyes. I think there was almost emotion on his face. It was a maintenance man. They need us in the ops center right away." Her voice was matter of fact, slightly perky and sounded a little like a flight attendant to herself. She hated it.

Wayne's head snapped up to look at Grace. Her hair was still mussed and she had swathed that glorious body in a Hotel Robe. He knew her well enough to see the tension that she tried so hard to hide. It reminded him that he was not in hell alone. He took a deep breath and forced himself to meet her state of calm.

"Well, I guess you better give me back my shirt then. Unless you think Hightower would think this was a good look for agents?" His big grin was there, but she could see the strain.

"Well, it's pretty wrinkled. Put a clean one on. We have to get our stuff together and get our of her pretty quick."

She turned her and started for the bathroom to get dressed. His voice, from right behind her, suddenly stopped her.

"Grace, when this case is over and we have time, can we talk?"

She could feel his presence and his voice vibrating through her. She had forgotten how quickly he could move. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the shaft of heat that swept through her. She made the mistake of looking up at him. His eyes were that dark blue she had learned to associate with passion.

Holding up a hand to force some distance between them, she stopped his words. They couldn't do this now. She couldn't do this now.

"Wayne, not now. Please dear God, not now. Let's just get through this. Please?"

The edge of pain in her voice tore at him. He stepped back and nodded. They would have this conversation, but maybe not now, but by God, they were talking. He promised himself that.

It was two law enforcement professionals who showed up at the ops headquarters 10 minutes later. Mr. and Mrs. Roger Winston, honeymoon couple were gone. In their place stood Special Agents Rigsby and Van Pelt.

Hightower was pleased. She knew she had put them in a tough spot. They were her agents and they were professionals. This unit and the CBI were tightening up. That had been her directive, and she was pleased to be succeeding.

Back at CBI Headquarters, the team headed for their respective desks to write up the reports. Wayne and Grace were still on edge, their bodies humming with unfulfilled desires, their hearts breaking all over again.

She could feel his eyes on her. Again. It was that first year they worked together all over again. She used to feel his eyes on her then too. But then, it was just sort of sweet, now, it was driving her crazy. If she looked up and made eye contact….Damn it! She just did. The look in his eyes said it all. She knew what he was thinking, what he was remembering about tonight. That look in his eyes was one she knew well. It was hot and full of heavy promise. It was a look that told her he could finish what they started in that hotel room.

Her body responded despite her best efforts. As their eyes remained locked in that long moment, her breasts tingled, nipples tightening. Breathing was something she had forgotten how to do and heat from that look seared right down to her heavy throbbing core. She couldn't do this. Grace jumped up and headed for the stairs. She got up to roof where she could breathe.

When the door opened behind her, Patrick Jane's voice was the last she expected to hear.

"How much longer are you going to run from this? Real love is a gift, Grace. It can be snatched from you in an instant. Stop and decide to accept it"

He was surprised by the anguish and tears on the pretty young woman's face. In all the time he had worked with her, Jane knew Grace was a sensitive soul, but she had always maintained an air of professional stoicism.

"Jane…just go! Leave me a moment's peace! I am not a game or something to amuse you. This is my life! Do you understand that?"

Jane stared at her for a long moment, and finally giving a short nod, he left. He passed Wayne at the bottom of the stairs looking up with his heart in his big blue eyes.

"Are you going to her? She for sure needs you more than ever. I don't know what you were thinking to toss away what you have for a job? Jobs come and go. This is your life. The reason you get up in the morning."

Jane watched the big man's anguish and indecision with a mixture of digust and anger. This ended now. He headed for Hightower's office.

Yeah, it's time for someone to take that B**ch down!