Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist, I don't earn enough to buy it. Grr

A/N 3 to all my reviewers =] this is jisbon-sessed idea, you should thank her, it extended the story =] the butchers red knife will probably be finished this weekend =[ BUT I have planned a new story which I shall start this weekend too =] read and review....

A week had passed since prom, and Grace sat at home during her free period. Her mom had just got home from work, and was sitting at the table opposite Grace looking at the mail, when she gasped

'What is it?' Grace asked

'The divorce papers' her mom said

'Did you apply for them?'

'Yes, I need to call my lawyer' she said getting up and going to the phone

Grace's stomach flipped, they were going to be free at last from the evil bastard. Her mom came back into the room smiling.

'I'm going down to her office, can you pick up Hayley after school? I don't know how long I will be'

'Yea, sure'

'Thanks love, see you later' she said as she walked out.

Grace looked at her cell phone's clock, she sighed and decided it was time to head back to school. She walked up the all too familiar roads and entered the school, and there, stuck around the hall, were pictures of her and Wayne kissing at prom, her jaw dropped and she ripped them off the walls and threw them at the ground and text Wayne to warn him. She went off in search of Teresa.

'Hey Grace' she said as she came into Grace's line of vision

'Hey, guess what?'

'What?'

'Some bitch, i.e. Brianna, has posted pictures of me and Wayne all over the main hall'

'Oh my god, do you have the picture?' Teresa gasped

Grace thrust it into Teresa's face

'Bloody James Crawford took it' she grumbled

'How do you know?'

'I saw him take it, he interrupted us and then muttered it was for Brianna'

'What is her problem?'

'I don't know, likes Wayne or something, dammit I hate her!'

'Don't we all'

'What are we going to do about her, I won't be humiliated by her, and I am sick of her toying with my relationship'

'I know, but this isn't my area of expertise, that is Patrick's strength'

'Well, I'm going to find him!' she said walking off

'Whoa, wait up' Teresa said running after her

'We need to find him, we need to think of a plan, we need to get back at Brianna' she said

'I know, can we just calm down a minute?'

'Why?'

'I'm tired'

'Sleep'

'No, I'm tired out, I just had gym, and we ran around the track the entire lesson'

'Ok, fine then' Grace said slowing her pace

She walked into the study room, where she saw Patrick sitting at the table with Cho and Wayne.

'Here comes a thunder storm' Patrick muttered referring to Grace

'Oi, Jane, plan thinking time, I'm sick of Brianna!'

'Since when am I referred to by my sir name?'

'Since you referred to me as a thunder storm, now, get thinking!'

'Yes ma'am'

'Oi, just do it'

'Ok, what approach are we going for? Humiliation, relationship-breaking up, false hope?'

'All three, now if you will excuse me, I am going to the bathroom, be right back'

Wayne got up and followed her.

'Grace, are you ok?' he asked

'Yes, I'm fine, why?'

'Aren't you taking all of this a bit too heavily?'

'No, what do you mean?'

'I mean that I was involved in every one of those incidents too, when Brianna kissed me, when she took my phone, I thought you were going to break up with me, and then kill me, and now the pictures, please, don't stoop to her level, and if you want revenge, do it on a level above her, please Grace, this isn't like you'

Grace stopped dead in her tracks and leant against the wall, realising he was right

'Oh god, I have been selfish, I completely forgot you were in this too, I'm sorry' she said

'It's ok, now, do you really need to go to the bathroom, or were you just going for a break?'

'A break, care to join me?'

'Love to' he said, linking arms with her as they headed for the stream.

Meanwhile Jane was thinking of a plan, when Teresa spoke up

'You do realise that he is out there right now talking sense into her' she pointed out

'Aw, kill joy or what?'

'But, he still wants to get back at her, so here is what I think, we drop a note into both Brianna's and James's lockers, Brianna's one signed by Harry, off the football team, who I know she likes, and he will sign it as he and Wayne are good mates, and knows about all the fiascos involving him and Grace, and James's signed by Becky, that cheerleader, the note sets them up on a date with each other, and we will put them in masks, so they don't know who is who, if we can get them to kiss, it will be humiliating, and giving both false hope'

'Ok, but I am adding my own little twist'

'What?'

'Oh, that's my secret'

'Please, no fire'

He looked side to side shiftily, 'I would do no such thing'

'I'm watching you, now, the bell is about to and we have français now, so come onor Madame Barker will be mad' she said getting up

'Yes ma'am' he saluted

'Just come'

Grace lay in Wayne's arms, dipping her feet in the icy river. She had told him about the divorce papers, but she still had the feeling that this wasn't over

'Grace, you have been through so much, you just feel that way because it is all over, and part of you thinks it's all a dream'

'I don't know, I guess when it's all finalised it will go away, my mom wants a restraining order from him'

'And so she should, she is a good mom, Sandra'

'She hates Sandra, dad called her that, she is going to go by her full name, Cassandra'

'Ok, and so she should'

She snuggled into him more

'I love you' she said

'Love you too, but I can hear the bell, so we have to go back to class now sorry love'

'Uh, I have French, I hate French, it is le boring!'

'Who doesn't?'

'I don't know, the French?'

'True, come on, up you get, so I can get up too' he said pushing her off him

'Uh, carry me'

'Why?'

'Cause you love me'

'That I can't deny' he said scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to French.

The rest of the day sped by for Grace, and before she knew it she was walking to the elementary to get Hayley. The school wasn't too far away, and she knew a short cut through the park. She walked down by the stream, and she had that feeling that someone was following her, when suddenly, out of nowhere, her dad appeared.

'Hello Grace'

She spun around

'Dad, what are you doing?' she asked, her voice shaking

'Just saying hello' he said calmly 'To my slutty daughter' his voice changing to a raged yell

'I saw your prom picture, it was all over the school!' he shouted

That was enough for Grace, she ran for it, but he was fast too and caught up with her, knocking her to the ground, kicking her in the head. She wished she had chosen a more occupied part of the park. She screamed, but he put his hand over her mouth. She slowly lost consciousness, the world around her slowly turning black, her father's blows not being so hard, until she couldn't feel them at all. She felt as though she was asleep in Wayne's arms, and then she blacked out.

An hour later Teresa sat at home, wondering where Grace was. She should be home by now, as Hayley was, Autumn had taken her. She assumed Grace asked her to, yet still she knew something wasn't right. She was about to text again, when the phone rang. She walked over and answered it

'Hello, this is Teresa speaking' she said

'Hello Teresa, I am Doctor Scott, we need to talk to Mrs. Van Pelt' he said

Teresa's stomach dropped, she knew something was wrong.

'Just a moment' she said

'Cassandra, phone' she said into the kitchen.

Cassandra came and took the phone, and Teresa went and picked up gently the other set.

'Hello?' she heard Cassandra say

'Hello, this is doctor Scott, your daughter Grace was found in a bush unconsciousness, and badly beaten, she is up in our intensive care unit, she had internal bleeding' he said

At this Teresa dropped the phone, and put it back in its cradle, slunk down against the bed and cried, and in the other room, she heard Cassandra do the same.

A/N CLIFFHANGER!!!! MOOHAHA! It is stormy at the moment, I love thunder and lightning! My cats don't though, every time the thunder goes, they hiss and hide under the bed, like when I vacuum my room, or blow dry my hair. Lol. Crazy things!