Authors Note: Bonus point to any one who can guess the book Cho is reading. Well, not the book, but the series. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and to demonbunny7 for the beta.

Disclaimer: Their not mine, I'm just playing with them for a little bit.

Chapter 6-Friday

Cho sat at his desk. For once the first one there. It was unusual, but he took advantage of it to catch up on his reading. When he had left off the day before, Rincewind had been trapped in a corner and the luggage was causing mayhem to ensue as he ate all the city guard. He was just getting to the part where Rincewind was thinking of a spell to use, when a large thump sounded from the next desk over. Reluctantly lowering his book, Cho looked over to see what had caused the noise.

Rigsby sighed heavily, looking depressed and defeated. "Jane and Van Pelt aren't here yet?" He asked Cho, not looking at him.

"No. Why?" Cho asked keeping his voice neutral. People might think that he was devoid of emotions, but he wasn't, he just hid them well. He was also very observant, not as good as Jane, but still. He had noticed the odd way that Van Pelt and Jane had been acting all week. It wasn't anything big, but still he noticed.

"I knew it." The big man practically howled. "How could they do it?"

"Do what?" Cho asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He put his book mark back in the book, making Rincewind wait to be saved by a large wooden trunk.

"I can't talk about it man, I can't think about it." Rigsby sank lower in his chair; he was already practically on the floor. It was as if he wanted to slide under his desk and hide.

Just as Cho was about to press for more, the very people they had been talking about entered the room. You would have to be blind to not notice the change between the two of them. Grace had the same sweet upbeat air about her that she'd had all week. Jane however, would have to be described as glowing. If Cho didn't know better, he'd think that Grace was wearing a man's dress shirt, but he dismissed it as silly.

Grace came in and sat at her desk, a happy satisfied look on her face as she booted up her computer and started to check her e-mail. Cho glanced at Rigsby and noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off Jane since he walked in. He watched as Rigsby followed the consultant with his eyes, watching as he made his way to the bathroom. Almost without warning, Rigsby jumped out of his chair.

"Coffee Cho? No, ok, I'll be right back." And he headed down the hall, not towards the break room, but in the same direction that Jane had just walked in. Cho just shook his head. The man was off his rocker. He picked back up the book, preparing to read about a man eating piece of luggage.

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Jane stood in the bathroom happily going about his business. He had just finished up and was washing his hands when the door slammed open and a very large, very angry Wayne Rigsby entered. Jane tried not to let his panic show on his face, he knew this was coming, and still he wasn't prepared for it.

"Good morning Rigsby." Jane said, careful to keep his voice neutral. Rigsby walked towards Jane causing him to back up until he was against the wall. "How was your night?"

"You had sex with her." It wasn't a question, but Jane felt the need to answer it anyway.

"Yes, we had sex. She and I together, two consenting adults." He could see the anger flash in Rigsby's eyes. Why couldn't he just have kept his mouth shut for once.

"You slept with her. In her apartment?" The last part was a question and Jane shook his head to say no. "What, in your house then?" Jane shook his head again.

"In a clearing in the woods, very romantic." Jane said and cursed himself again when he saw the blood rising in Rigsby's face. He was a little taken aback when Rigsby turned away and was therefore not prepared when Rigsby's fist connected with his nose. "What the hell Rigsby!"

"Brutal streak, I couldn't help it. I don't need to know where it happened; I just can't believe you would do that with her man. I thought we were friends." He clearly had lost control of his emotions, as he was now close to tears. Jane walked into one of the stalls to grab a wad of tissue to attempt to stem the flow of blood coming from his nose and ruining his last good white shirt. Grace had commandeered his other two. One the night they had made out on her sofa, and then last night when she found his shirt before he did.

"To be fair, you never really treated Grace with very much love and attention. You kept her on the back burner, taking her for granted, always assuming that she would be there. You went out with other women, even meeting them here at work, as if to flaunt them in front of her. You insulted her, and other than the one kiss while you were hypnotized, never once made a move." Jane was on a roll now, wanting to get some of his pent up frustration at Rigsby out while he was standing there with a tissue to his nose. "You don't really love her. You love the idea of her. Think about it, she's the one woman who turned you down. She was never yours. Face it, she picked me."

Rigsby nodded his head in defeat. Jane was right, he hadn't ever really done anything about the infatuation he'd felt towards Grace, had never seen if it could turn into anything more. His anger somewhat subdued, he looked to Jane. "Sorry about the nose man, I just had to wipe that smug grin off your face."

"It's ok, just, I need ice." He checked to see if the bleeding had stopped and then threw away the used tissue.

"Yea, I know what you mean; you've got a hard head." Rigsby looked down at his hand that was quickly bruising.

They walked out of the bathroom silently agreeing not to say anything about what had transpired. They stood in the kitchen, Rigsby with ice on his knuckles and Jane holding ice to his nose, both silent when Grace entered.

"Oh for crying out loud Patrick. You promised to behave." She gave him an exasperated look.

"I didn't start it!" He said with as much dignity as he could manage while holding ice to his nose.

"No, but you probably didn't help either." She glared at the both of them before storming off to find someplace else to work for the day.

"I guess I've got my work cut out for me tonight." Jane mumbled under his breath. Rigsby couldn't help but laugh. It couldn't have worked out better had he planned it himself.