Holiday Fic, Day 15: Keeping You Close for Sirenofodysseus
Title: Keeping You Close
Author: miss_peg
Rating: R
Summary: Rigsby and Van Pelt get stuck in a lift together.
Notes: Another holiday fic! A reminder that whilst many people did them in December I had lots going on (and quite frankly it was a good idea not to do it then as I was highly unmotivated) so I'm doing it in January along with tromana.
Today's story is for sirenofodysseus's prompt It's my twisted way of keeping you close about the characters Rigsby and Van Pelt from The Mentalist. I found this a little difficult to write, not sure why because I love Rigsby and Van Pelt.
‘See you, Boss,’ said Rigsby as he stepped into the elevator. Lisbon smiled and walked towards the bullpen.
‘Hold the lift,’ said a voice he knew all too well. He smiled and waited for Van Pelt to enter before letting go of the door button and pressing the one for the first floor.
They stood side by side as they had done many times before. They turned to look at each other and smiled. They could do this, the friend thing, it was perfectly possible.
The elevator shuddered, the lights flickered and they came to a sudden stop. Rigsby fell against the back wall and pushed his fingers out flat to steady himself. When he was sure he’d secured his balance he stood up and turned to Van Pelt.
‘You alright?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow at Van Pelt, who straightened up beside him.
‘Just about,’ she said, pressing the first floor button once more. The light came on but the lift didn’t move. She pressed it again a couple of times before giving up. ‘Guess we’re stuck.’
He smiled his most comforting smile and folded his arms across his chest. There was little else to do in such a confined space. He watched her press the alarm button and speak to the security guard who assured them they were doing everything possible to get them out.
‘I don’t have time for this,’ said Van Pelt, leaning against the wall and letting out a sigh. Rigsby tried to be sympathetic, really he did, but he suspected the only reason she didn’t have time was because of O’Laughlin.
‘I’ve got places to be too,’ he muttered, wishing to change the subject.
‘Craig’s expecting me outside any minute now.’
He didn’t really need to know that.
‘He doesn’t like me to be late.’
‘He wouldn’t.’ Rigsby rolled his eyes.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
She knew exactly what it meant. He didn’t like the guy, never had and probably never would. He was the one thing, aside from the CBI rules, standing between him and Van Pelt. He knew it was selfish of him but he had that ‘if I can’t have her no one else should’ attitude, only because he still loved her.
‘Nothing,’ he whispered, staring at his feet.
‘It’s not nothing,’ she said, her voice lowering in volume. ‘Why do you dislike him so much?’
‘I don’t.’
‘Try telling me that again with your eyes open.’ Her mouth curled up into a smile, it was infectious and there was little he could do but smile in return.
‘You know how I feel, Grace.’
She lowered her head. He knew she knew. She couldn’t deny it as much as he could deny that nothing was wrong.
‘I’m with Craig now,’ she said, frowning.
That didn’t stop him stepping towards her, closing the gap in the elevator. He reached out and ran his hand along the side of her face, cupping her cheek. He couldn’t resist touching her.
‘You don’t want to be.’
‘How do you know?’ she asked, but he cut her off, rested his lips briefly against hers until the lift sprang to life and they parted quickly, continuing the journey, stood side by side, down to the first floor.
When the doors opened they walked out in silence.
Author: miss_peg
Rating: R
Summary: Rigsby and Van Pelt get stuck in a lift together.
Notes: Another holiday fic! A reminder that whilst many people did them in December I had lots going on (and quite frankly it was a good idea not to do it then as I was highly unmotivated) so I'm doing it in January along with tromana.
Today's story is for sirenofodysseus's prompt It's my twisted way of keeping you close about the characters Rigsby and Van Pelt from The Mentalist. I found this a little difficult to write, not sure why because I love Rigsby and Van Pelt.
‘See you, Boss,’ said Rigsby as he stepped into the elevator. Lisbon smiled and walked towards the bullpen.
‘Hold the lift,’ said a voice he knew all too well. He smiled and waited for Van Pelt to enter before letting go of the door button and pressing the one for the first floor.
They stood side by side as they had done many times before. They turned to look at each other and smiled. They could do this, the friend thing, it was perfectly possible.
The elevator shuddered, the lights flickered and they came to a sudden stop. Rigsby fell against the back wall and pushed his fingers out flat to steady himself. When he was sure he’d secured his balance he stood up and turned to Van Pelt.
‘You alright?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow at Van Pelt, who straightened up beside him.
‘Just about,’ she said, pressing the first floor button once more. The light came on but the lift didn’t move. She pressed it again a couple of times before giving up. ‘Guess we’re stuck.’
He smiled his most comforting smile and folded his arms across his chest. There was little else to do in such a confined space. He watched her press the alarm button and speak to the security guard who assured them they were doing everything possible to get them out.
‘I don’t have time for this,’ said Van Pelt, leaning against the wall and letting out a sigh. Rigsby tried to be sympathetic, really he did, but he suspected the only reason she didn’t have time was because of O’Laughlin.
‘I’ve got places to be too,’ he muttered, wishing to change the subject.
‘Craig’s expecting me outside any minute now.’
He didn’t really need to know that.
‘He doesn’t like me to be late.’
‘He wouldn’t.’ Rigsby rolled his eyes.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
She knew exactly what it meant. He didn’t like the guy, never had and probably never would. He was the one thing, aside from the CBI rules, standing between him and Van Pelt. He knew it was selfish of him but he had that ‘if I can’t have her no one else should’ attitude, only because he still loved her.
‘Nothing,’ he whispered, staring at his feet.
‘It’s not nothing,’ she said, her voice lowering in volume. ‘Why do you dislike him so much?’
‘I don’t.’
‘Try telling me that again with your eyes open.’ Her mouth curled up into a smile, it was infectious and there was little he could do but smile in return.
‘You know how I feel, Grace.’
She lowered her head. He knew she knew. She couldn’t deny it as much as he could deny that nothing was wrong.
‘I’m with Craig now,’ she said, frowning.
That didn’t stop him stepping towards her, closing the gap in the elevator. He reached out and ran his hand along the side of her face, cupping her cheek. He couldn’t resist touching her.
‘You don’t want to be.’
‘How do you know?’ she asked, but he cut her off, rested his lips briefly against hers until the lift sprang to life and they parted quickly, continuing the journey, stood side by side, down to the first floor.
When the doors opened they walked out in silence.