A/N: peaceloveandsmiles loves sky stuff, hence the suggestion for this chapter.
Starry
"Such a shame," Grace sighed wistfully as she and Rigsby sat in the SUV.
It was late. A little before midnight. They'd been sitting on a house for seven straight hours now with absolutely no life filtering in or out of the place. All was dark and quiet. Rigsby's stare hadn't moved from its darkened doors or windows, but Grace's eyes, out of habit, had lifted towards the sky.
"What's that?" he asked casually, sipping from his Coke and nibbling on a fry.
She poked a finger on the windshield, instantly leaving a solitary spot in the condensation building there. "No stars," she explained. "That's one thing I miss from home," she turned and smiled at him sadly. "But here, there's too much light pollution from the city."
"Huh," he mused, looking up at the dark sky. "I guess I never really noticed."
She snorted softly. "Not a stargazer, huh?"
He shook his head ruefully. "Sorry. More of a beer and tv kinda guy."
She smiled again and turned her attention towards the house again. "Oh well. I shouldn't be distracting myself anyway." She squinted in the darkness, trying to make out any movement or anything unusual in the bushes and trees nearby. She heard tearing paper and guessed without looking over that Rigsby was ripping his burger wrapper to pieces. She didn't even blink. He was a natural fiddler, after all. He wasn't comfortable unless he had something between his teeth or fingers. It kept him from fidgeting. So she didn't even look and notice the small pile of tiny squares he was making.
They sat in silence for awhile. She felt her eyes getting heavy, so she refocused her attention, reading the mailbox number, staring at the dark windows, reciting prime numbers as far as she could remember. She didn't see her partner and lover slowly reaching towards the windshield. Dozens and dozens of times.
When she finally looked back at him to ask him the time, her voice died in her throat.
I LOVE U, tiny dots of paper on the windshield read.
U R LOVELY, in smaller letters to the side of it.
G+W, in a crude heart near the rearview mirror.
She turned towards him completely. "What's all this?"
He smiled lopsidedly. "Constellations."