A/N: I had to play with the time line a little bit to make this work, even though it's never clear how much time passes on the show. Hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Hope to hear from you!

Chapter 3

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Grace had had a rough couple of days after a key witness had been murdered during her protection. He'd wanted to be there for her, but of course Craig had been there to take his place. And now… now Grace had a large rock on her finger because she had accepted Craig's marriage proposal. He had had no choice but to tell her he was happy for her, a fake smile plastered on his face while his heart crumbled into a million tiny pieces. All the hope he might still have had now lost. She was marrying another man, she had definitely moved on.

As he sat behind his computer he found himself unable to concentrate on his work, something that didn't go unnoticed by Jane. The older man sat on his leather couch and watched Rigsby for a while, seeing how the younger man was fighting an inner battle. Team one was wanting Grace to be happy and team two was wanting Grace for himself. He could see team two was winning, which made it very hard for Rigsby to focus. Jane got up and headed over, sitting on the corner of Rigsby's desk. "How are you holding up?" He asked.

Rigsby looked up and let out a deep sigh, "I'm fine," he said, but his jaw was clenched as well as his fists, revealing he was far from okay. He let out another sigh as Jane continued to stare at him. "Okay so I'm not fine, this sucks," he said, making sure to keep his voice low so nobody would overhear. "Craig is a good man, and I'm sure he'll make Grace happy, it's just that…"

"You want to be the man Grace marries," Jane added and watched Rigsby nod. "What did you say to her when she told you about her engagement?"

Rigsby frowned, "I did what I was supposed to do of course," he replied, "told her I was happy for her."

"Are you?" Jane enquired.

"No…" Rigsby admitted.

"Then tell her!" Jane practically exclaimed, making Rigsby shush him, looking around to see if anybody had overheard.

"I can't, it's not fair to her and you know it. I just have to wait it out a couple more weeks and then things will be fine," Rigsby replied as he focused back on his computer screen, trying to remember what Lisbon had ordered him to do.

"You're such a coward," Jane replied and shook his head a little bit. He got up from the desk and retreated back to his couch. "Open up to her, tell her everything…" he added as his final advice.

The moment he saw Grace's gun jam he felt his chest tighten. He tried to make eye contact with Craig, but the man wasn't looking. "Damnit," he cursed under his breath before glancing up at Grace again to see if she'd gotten her gun to work yet. "O'Laughlin," he called out, "Grace is in trouble, cover me!"

When Craig didn't seem to react he got up, calling out to Grace to get down low as he made a jump, killing the suspect in the chest before landing on a pile of garbage bags. He panted as he looked at Grace, making sure she was okay.

Back at the office the scene kept playing through his mind, the fear he had felt upon Grace's gun malfunctioning and the anger because her fiancé didn't do anything to protect her. Now he was faced with a large dilemma, was he going to tell Grace or was he going to keep this to himself?

By the end of the day he had made up his mind. He grabbed a chair and put it next to Grace's desk. She smiled at him. "I need to talk to you about something," he said and waited for her to face him. When he did he saw her beautiful smile. He swallowed nervously and saw genuine happiness on her face. He couldn't be the one to undo all of that so instead he decided to tell her about a friend who might be able to get het the wedding she wanted at the venue he wanted.

When Grace got up to hug him he kept her close for just a while longer, taking in the smell of her perfume. He closed his eyes briefly before pulling back, throwing her a smile. "It's going to be great," he told her before putting the chair back and heading to his desk to shut down his computer for the day.

From that moment everything had moved at lightning speed. His final weeks at the CBI flew by and after a farewell party he was now on his way to San Francisco. He was nervous and homesick already. After a drive of an hour and a half he parked his car and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. He grabbed his suit coat, put it on and headed inside the building, receiving a temporary visitor badge.

"Wayne Rigsby," a man greeted as he walked towards him with an extended hand. "Joe Athena, welcome to the team," he said.

Rigsby shook his hand and gave a polite smile, "Thanks, it's good to finally be here. So uhm… anything I can start on, jump right into it?"

Joe nodded as he nodded his head in the direction of a large room, "They've just started briefing on a new case, let's sit in," he said as he held the glass door for Rigsby.

Jane found Grace on the second day of Rigsby's absence, he caught her looking at the empty desk. "Hey Grace," he greeted, making the woman spun towards him with a small blush at having been caught. "How're you holding up?"

"I'm good, why?" Grace easily defended, truth was she missed her friend already. Just before he'd left he'd told her he wouldn't be able to be at her wedding because he was still in love with her and wouldn't be able to watch her marry another man. She had wanted to tell him she didn't want him to try and win her back, but in all truth that was what she had wanted. She still loved him too, very much so, and the realization that she wouldn't get to see him every day killed her inside.

"You're not," Jane retorted as he sipped his tea. "Which is understandable," he added. "Grace, I know you still love Rigsby, just as much as he loves you…"

TBC

A/N2: Things feel a little bit rushed, but hopefully it'll be less rushed from the next chapter forward.