The Rigsby's POV
"Ah-kay... I think they're making out," said Wayne to Grace. "I don't want to watch that."
They turned their backs to the patio door – Grace was still holding the meat tray for the grill and Wayne had Mattie in his arms.
"Awe – I knew they'd be cute together," she said with puppy dog eyes.
"Maybe we can just go out there," he suggested. "I'm really hungry."
"Nope!" she replied. "Give them a minute."
"I can't believe Jane knocked up Boss," said Wayne. "Do you think Cho knows? He always knows everything before me. I bet he doesn't know. What do you think, babe?"
"I don't think it's our news to share Wayne," she said with a strong tone in her voice.
"Oh – yeah. Of course. But if he happened to call while they were here and ask for Jane, I'd have to tell him that he's indisposed, that would be the right thing to do. And then I'd have to explain why," he reasoned.
"You are not calling Cho, Wayne," she said sternly.
"Oh, come on babe! Please! I never get to know before Cho. And... It's not fair that he's the only one that doesn't know," he said feeling stronger in his argument. "He even knew that you liked me before me! C'mon!"
"No!" she said with a smile. He knew that smile. It meant 'yes' as long as she doesn't know.
"I'm going to go and change her diaper. She stinks," said Wayne and he took off in a hurry up the stairs.
Grace peaked back outside at Boss and Jane, happy that they had finally found their way to each other.
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FanfictionFANFIC - The Mentalist. *I do not own any characters or The Mentalist. I love The Mentalist - just watched it during Covid-19. I'm not a writer. Just passing the time. Feel free to comment, but please be kind. Jane and Lisbon work for the FBI, but a...