Authors Note: I got a review for this story a week or so ago and decided that I should probably do something about it. This isn't quite what I'd had in mind and a good deal shorter than I'd have liked, but it's something. I will endeavor to update...at some point. No promises, life and all, so here's hoping. Thanks for reading.

Grace sighed. She'd been having a hard time sleeping lately. Ever since she and Rigsby had called off their farce of a relationship. Sure she was upset that it had ended, but with that had come a relief that she no longer had to put up with his over amorous attention. She could go back to poking fun at his relationships with other women and gazing from afar at the one man that she really wanted but couldn't have. And that's why she couldn't sleep.

She sat at her desk, she should have gone home by now, but there was no reason too. She wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't. Not because she lacked the courage but because for the fifth day in a row he had sequestered himself in Lisbon's office.

She knew they had gotten closer since Kristina Frye was kidnapped and found. Jane had been spending more and more time alone, and she'd been finding it hard to even talk to him, to approach him. He was giving off a vibe of torn and broken, and had thrown up a prickly barrier that screamed stay away. Every time Grace tried to get close he'd run away.

She sighed, there was no use sticking around tonight, it was already well past the time to go home. She packed up her bag, turning out her desk light and turned to leave. She was just getting in the elevator when she felt, more than saw, him behind her.

"Hello, Grace." She felt a shiver go down her spine as she stepped on to the elevator and felt his breath on the back of her neck.

"Jane." She said in way of greeting, trying not to let her reaction to him show. She turned to face the still open doors and pushed the button for the ground floor.

"You stayed rather late tonight." Jane said, standing next to her, his hands behind his back in a mock casual style.

"I had work to do."

"Come to dinner with me."

"What?" That hadn't been what she had been expecting.

"I know you were waiting for me. I know you've been watching me, more than you usually do."

"I have not."

"Please don't lie to me; I've had a long day."

"I've been worried about you."

"And a bit jealous."

"I have not!" The elevator dinged, singling that they had reached the first floor, the doors sliding open. Grace stepped quickly out, walking away as fast as she could manage without running.

"Grace," Jane called softly after her, hurrying to keep up with her. He caught at her car placing a hand on her arm that she had to force herself to shake off.

"What do you want Jane?" She said, defeated.

"You were waiting for me." His voice was soft and close.

"I broke it off with Rigsby." Her head bowed, playing with the keys she held in her hand.

"I know."

She sighed, lifting her head to look Jane in the face. "What's going on with you and Lisbon?"

"I needed someone to lean on; I couldn't do that with you. You were unavailable, unattainable, I couldn't risk getting close to you, I've done that once, it didn't end well, I couldn't risk that again, especially not when you were still dating Rigsby."

"It's been a while since I've been dating him, you know that."

"I couldn't …I couldn't take that chance." She looked at him then, seeing the broken man she knew he was.

"I'm sorry." They stood there in the parking lot; close enough to touch, but not, the stillness enveloping them, the darkness casting shadows on their faces.

"Would you like to get some dinner?" Grace said, finally breaking the silence.

"I thought you'd never ask."