Disclaimer: not owning it, yup, I know
A/N random one shot, finally got round to writing. I am so busy at the moment, it's crazy!!! I will update as I can, I hate leaving you guys waiting. Red Ivy high is half written for the next chapter, but it's 11.34pm here at the moment, maybe tomorrow =] read and review
Grace Van Pelt lay in bed feeling like crap. She had woken up feeling groggy and sore, but still she got dressed for work and stacked up on cold tablets. She walked into the bullpen and sat down at her desk, trying to make sense of the paperwork in front of her. Lisbon was the first one to approach her that day.
'Van Pelt, you ok?' she asked
'Yes, I'm fine boss' she replied, trying to keep her usual Grace perkiness up with her
'No, you aren't'
'Really, I'm fine' Grace said, trying to smile
'No, Van Pelt, you are sick, come on, I will get someone to take you home'
'I can drive myself, I'm fine'
'No, I will get someone to take you, that is an order, you hear'
'Yea boss' Grace sighed
'Cho?' Lisbon asked regarding Grace's way home
'Sorry boss, busy, get Jane to do it' he said
'No way am I having him take me! I actually want to get home' Grace objected quickly
'Fine then, Rigsby, get your coat, you are taking Grace home, go, now' Lisbon ordered
'Yes boss' he said getting his coat
'Get a cab back in' Lisbon said before walking back into her own office
Grace gathered up her things and gave her keys to Rigsby as they walked down stairs to the car park.
'You aren't ok, are you?' he asked her in the elevator
'Woke up feeling like crap' she explained sighing
'Get some rest, I'm sure you will be better by tomorrow' he said smiling
'Me too' she replied
They got into her car and drove in the direction of her apartment building. He helped her up the stairs and she let herself into her apartment. He was turning out the door to leave when she called out from the couch
'Stay' she said, barely above a whisper
'I have work'
'Just for an hour' she said, her copper eyes pleading
He couldn't say no. He slipped out of his tie, coat and shoes and joined her on the couch, slipping in behind her. She instantly snuggled into his chest.
'Does your stomach hurt?' he asked
'No, my head, feels like someone has hit me in the back of it with a hammer or something' she explained
'Aw baby, I'm sorry' he said kissing the back of her head
Grace snuggled into him, not wanting him to leave
'You want anything to eat or drink?' he asked
'I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to ask that' she muttered
'You are sick, you can't, it's the rules'
'Not fair'
'Sorry, rules are rules, now, you want anything or not?' he asked
'Some orange juice would be nice' she smiled
'Ok, one orange juice coming right up' he said walking into the kitchen
'Thanks love' she called after him
They sat once again on her couch drinking orange juice and watching friends reruns
'Lisbon is gonna be wondering where I am' Rigsby said about 40 minutes later
'Let her wonder' Grace said turning around to lie on him, their noses nearly touching
'10 more minutes' he said as Grace started nuzzling his neck
'30' Grace argued
'20, take it or leave it'
'Oh, I will take it, you know I will' she muttered into his ear
'Grace' he groaned
'What?' she said innocently turning her head to one side
'Damn you' he said crushing his lips against hers
Grace snaked her arms around the back of his neck, and kissed him harder, slowly making her way down from his lips to his collarbone, across his shoulders and back up to his lips.
'I love you' he whispered onto her lips
'I love you too' she said back
They were both too locked up in each other to hear someone else enter the unlocked apartment.
'Van Pelt, is Rigsby still here, he is sti- oh my god' Lisbon said as she rounded the corner into the lounge
They instantly sprung apart, looking embarrassed like a couple of high school kids.
'Coz Cho really couldn't do it' she muttered 'Rigsby, get your stuff back on, you have work, Van Pelt, get better soon' she said, bringing a disappointed Rigsby with her. He quickly grabbed his tie by the couch and whispered in Grace's ear
'I will be back after work, get well soon, I love you' he said
Grace smiled as they walked off, and pulled a comforter over her and snuggled down, watching friends, and inhaling the scent of Wayne Rigsby, her one and only
A/N the funny thing is that I came up with this when I was sick myself haha, the ways my mind works, it's fascinating =]