Authors Note: This is the second to last chapter, makes me sad to think about it. Thanks to demonbunny7 for the beta, and to everyone who reviewed.
Disclaimer: I keep trying to convince them that they want to be mine, but apparently they like where there at right now, not as hot. SO, I'm just playing with them.
Chapter 7-Saturday
Jane paced around his house thinking. Grace had told him in no uncertain terms that she was still pissed at him for getting into a fight with Rigsby at work. It seemed she wouldn't have cared nearly as much if it had happened off the clock. In fact she had expected it at some point, but that they got into it at the CBI, well, that had ticked her off.
He had tried to come over to house the night before. She had answered the door wearing only one of his white button up shirts and then told him that he need to find away to make it up to her before he was going to be getting anything from her. They'd only had sex the one time and already he was powerless towards her.
He walked around his kitchen, remembering all the times he had made pancakes for his wife and daughter on Saturday mornings when the thought hit him. He knew how to make it up to her, he would spend the day showing her how much he cared and how much he was sorry that Rigsby had tried to kill him at work. The last one wasn't his fault, but try telling her that.
He made a quick stop at the grocery store, not knowing what she had for his idea to work and headed over to her apartment. He knew she would be sleeping, it was still early after all, and pondered whether he should wake her up or not. In the end he decided to pick her lock and let himself in instead.
He quietly started working in the kitchen, knowing that the smell of the hot, fresh coffee and the cooking bacon would probably wake her up soon. He was sprinkling blueberries on the uncooked side of the pancakes when he heard her voice form the door way of the kitchen.
"I know I locked my door last night, so this right here is breaking and entering. I should arrest you." He turned to look at her, noticing she was still wearing his shirt. He couldn't help but grin. She looked hot in just his shirt; with her hair hanging lose around her shoulders.
"If you want to tie me up, all you have to do is ask." He said coming to her and placing a light kiss on her lips. "Have I told you how gorgeous you are lately?" He asked in a deep voice.
"I'm still mad at you Patrick. So you better bring on the food." She smiled playfully as she sat down at the table to watch him cook, much the same way she had done less than a week before. She shook her head, had it really only been six day since he was here in her apartment cooking her dinner? It seemed so long ago now. It wasn't long before he placed a plate with golden brown blueberry pancakes and bacon on the table in front of her. He placed a steaming mug of coffee fixed just the way she liked it and a large glass of orange juice down next to the plate. He waited until she had taken her first bight before he sat himself. He grinned as she moaned over the pancakes.
"These are heavenly. Thank you." She finished eating while Jane watched, slowly eating his own as well.
"I was thinking we could spend the day together, as an apology for not waiting until after work to let Rigsby punch me in the nose yesterday."
"Sounds like a good idea, what did you have planed?" She drank the last of her orange juice and stood stretching, giving Jane a look of her long legs, making him wish he could just push all the dishes off the table and take her right there.
"It's a surprise, go get ready first." He sighed as he watched her go off to the bed room and groaned when he heard the shower start. The last thing he needed to be doing right now was picturing her naked, soaping up her body…He stopped thinking about it, knowing if he kept it up, it would be a long while before they would be going anywhere. Instead he went down to his car and grabbed the bags that he had brought from his house and from the store.
When she was ready they climbed into Jane's little blue car and drove back towards the country, taking much the same route they had taken the night before. They stopped at a farmers market and Jane smiled as she got out of the car.
"I was thinking we could pick up some things to cook dinner with and maybe pick up lunch too, there's a little Barbeque stand that is just amazing and it even tastes good cold or reheated."
"Sounds like a good idea." Grace responded walking next to him holding his hand. They spent several hours at the farmers market, buying fresh fruits and vegetables to make dinner with, or to just snack on. They stopped at a stand that sold homemade candy and bought a pound of turtle fudge. Grace told Patrick about when she was little had been little and her older brothers had teased her about there being real turtles in the candy. She hadn't eaten it until she was a teenager and by that point, she fell in love with them.
They slowly made their way back to the city when the market closed for the day. They were loaded up with fresh produce and barbeque, the smell of which was causing Jane to drive probably a little faster than needed. They went back to her place and unloaded all the food and put it away. Grace plated the still warm brisket and baked beans while Jane went into the living room.
"I don't usually eat in the living room Jane. I hope you don't think we're going to make a habit of this." She said caring their plates into the living room. She laughed when she saw what had been set up on the coffee table. Jane had probably every board game known to man stacked on or near the table. "Connect four is the game you want to play first? Really?"
"Well, yea. Doesn't take much concentration, so we should be able to play while we eat. We can play Monopoly or Clue when we're done." He said defending his choice.
They played and ate both wining two games each. Laughing and having fun. They decided on monopoly next, and Jane was surprised at the ruthlessness with which she played.
"My little sister is the most serious Monopoly player I have ever met. She will win hands down every time. Only way to even get close is to practice and take it very serious." Grace told him by way of explanation. It was no surprise when, only half an hour into the game, Jane was bankrupt and without a single un-mortgaged property on the board. Rather than dragging out his suffering he declared Grace the winner and chose Clue to play next.
"I used to play this with my dad. He said it was an excuse in truth telling, to see if you could tell when someone was holding the card you wanted. I got very good at this game." Jane shared. He found that being around Grace caused him to want to talk about his life before Red John, and he found that he didn't mind.
Jane was indeed very good at clue, almost better at the board game than he was in real life. They moved quickly through the pile of board games, playing Battle ship, Life, even Trivial Pursuit. They played some that Grace had never heard of.
"Where did you get all these games?" She asked when they took a break.
"We used to have a family game night. At first it was just me and my wife, then when my daughter got older she would play too. I haven't taken these out of that closet, in… well, for a long time."
Grace moved so that she could lean against him and snuggled into his chest. "Thanks for sharing with me Patrick." She said quietly. He brought his arm around her so that he was cradling her. They sat like that for a while until Jane noticed that her breath had slowed and her eyes had closed. She was sleeping. Being careful not to wake her, he slipped out of her grasp, making his way to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner.
It was almost done when he heard a voice from behind him. "You know, keep cooking for me and I may never let you go."
"I'll cook whenever you want me to, as long as you wash the dishes and sing." He said remembering the catalyst for their relationship.
"I can do that." She responded.
They sat down to dinner; a spicy hot concoction that Jane said was inspired by his favorite curry. Grace couldn't believe how good it was, and how many of the fresh vegetables he had managed to use in it. Dessert was fresh berries with cream and as promised, Grace got up when they were done and turned on the radio. She ran the water in the sink, and began to sing, much like she had just the Sunday before.
Jane sat there and stared, it didn't seem to matter how many times he heard her sing, it was still just as amazing to him. He found himself fighting the urge to go over to the sink and sweep her off her feet and take her to the bed room. He waited until she placed the last dish, the pot he had used to cook the curry, in the sink before he did just that.