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Chapter 1

Note: I Own Nothing…Crap! Usually, I'm big on Patrick/Grace friendship, but I decided to see what would happen if I made Grace angry…my first Grace FanFic…R&R! Grace POV.

Chapter 1

Not-So-Happy Birthday

It was that day again…

His wife's birthday.

None of us at CBI knew Hayley Jane personally, but ironically, we all knew her birthday. It was the same with little Brenna, too. And Hayley and Patrick's anniversary date. And the day they got engaged. Oh, and, of course, the day they died.

Before Patrick starting working with us, I'd watched his shows, and to be honest, I was amazed. For a fake, he seemed so realistic. Honestly, I think he really is psychic, but going down memory lane is too painful. On the show, Hayley had been on once or twice. They were so happy together…so perfect. Of course, I didn't really know her or him. I was just guessing…

She had these magical, bright blue eyes and long, wavy brown hair. She was like a model. Everything was…perfect. They really were a perfect match.

But, the one thing that I admired most about Hayley Jane was how she could love the biggest ass in the world: Patrick Jane.

I've thought it over in my head so many times, and I think, "Maybe, just maybe, Patrick Jane was…normal back then." Before Red John. Before the murders. Before he lost the two most important people in his life: Hayley and Brenna.

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I've only been around for one year, so this is the first time I've ever been here for Hayley's birthday. Everyone told me it isn't quite as bad as the wedding anniversary (that one was terrible!) but it's close. I'd probably die if I were Patrick. Going through life, knowing he got his family killed. It's so…sad…

Patrick came to work two hours early. He couldn't sleep at home. He stayed on "his" couch, eyes closed, every now and then whimpering or sighing in his sleep. It was probably the second saddest thing I'd ever seen…

Around noon, he woke up long enough to cry his eyes out in the bathroom. Once he came back and lay back down, Lisbon had enough.

"Patrick, wake up! Now." She pulled him up off the sofa by his arm. He looked at her, surprised she wasn't going to cut him some slack.

"We have a lead, and you are going to do your job." She glanced at me. "Go with Grace to Andy Marlow's house. See what he knows. Be careful: he's extremely violent."

My mouth fell open. What lead? We didn't have a lead. But I glanced at Lisbon and did what I was told. I left the room and headed for the parking lot, Patrick following reluctantly behind me.

When I reached my car, I held up the keys.

"You wanna drive?" I asked.

"Good idea. Maybe I'll ram myself into the back of an 18-wheeler." He went to grab the keys, but I pulled them away.

"Um…on second thought, I wanna drive." We got in the car and drove off.

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I put the car in park across the street from the suspect's house.

"I've got a plan…" Patrick said. I admit, I was surprised he was actually helping.

"You go knock on the door and say you're a hooker and your car broke down. He'll most likely take you upstairs, if you know what I mean, and I'll snoop around downstairs."

I couldn't believe my ears. He'd crossed the line. I know longer felt even the sorry for him.

"Excuse me?" I exploded at him. "Why am I always the bait?"

"Grace." He said calmly. "My wife should have been celebrating her birthday today. But now, she can't. Please just do it."

I slammed my hand down on the 'seatbelt release' button and stood up as far as I could inside the car. You know what? I was gonna do it. So Patrick Jane would get what he wanted. It wasn't fair.

I unbuttoned my shirt so all I was wearing was my very silky see-through undershirt and bra.

"Grace, I never said that you had to-…" Patrick went to say something more, but I just glared at him.

"I'm a hooker, just like you wanted." There I stood, in my dressy pants and my undershirt.

"I hope you're happy." I hissed through my teeth. I got out of the car and went to cross the street. Suddenly, though, I heard the screech of someone's car accelerating. I stood perfectly still. Yeah, sure, I knew a silver SUV was headed right towards me going at least 95 miles per hour, but I couldn't move.

People say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die,. I obviously didn't have time to see my whole life, (hello, car going 95 mph, I don't have much time!) but, there I was in 8th grade, kissing Johnny Marcus in the Janitorial Closest. And in High School, telling my mom I hated her. In college, joining the mile high club with David Vennecello. Becoming Grace Vennecello a year later. My new husband getting shot and dying right in front of me during a bank hold-up. Changing my name back to Grace Van Pelt. Moving. Meeting Wayne and Patrick and Lisbon and Cho. Kissing Wayne…well, Wayne kissing me when he was hypnotized, and hating every second of it. Feeling bad for Patrick, then discovering he was an ass. Watching an SUV come terribly closer to me.

I snapped out of my "daydream". Holy Crap. I closed my eyes and waited for the collision. I wondered if this was how David felt, watching that bullet come closer and closer and closer until it hit his chest. I didn't want to die.

"GRACE!"

I heard someone scream my name. Patrick. That son of a bitch. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be dying.

Then…it happened…

I imagined an intense, sharp pain raging through my body. But, instead, all I felt was heat. It started in my stomach (where the SUV first hit me) and moved across my body. Everything happened in slow motion. I slowly fell to the ground. I heard a deafening 'crack' as my head hit the pavement. That's when it all started for real.

Slow Motion stopped. The heat, which had been ironically comforting, suddenly became painfully hot. Was I on fire? No…there were no flames. I tried to scream, but no words came out. Why wouldn't the pain stop? Where was Patrick when I actually needed him? I was being pricked all over with something. Glass, maybe? I felt like I was burning. I couldn't move…

I heard an ambulance siren in the distance. I closed my eyes. I hoped help got here in time…

TO BE CONTINUED!

(TBC)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OMG, what will happen to Grace?! :O R&R please…tell me what you think! Love, Meagan :)