A/N: Hello, this is my new story. It's a series of one shots. They are all connected in a sequence, UNLESS, I say otherwise. For example, this one is the start of all the rest but the next one is connected to this but not in the storyline. I was going to put it at the end but I like happy endings and it's not happy. Anyhow I'll stop rambling now. I hope you like it.
Actually, I need help, shall I name this The Meaning of Life, Love and Origami Frogs or The Meaning of Life, Love and Origami Flowers?? Please tell me in a review!
Chap 1- Hydrangea
It was that day again. The day that Jane dreaded. The rest of the year he could just about manage, he could just about keep a hold on reality, but not today. The blonde haired man was lying, curled up slightly, on his front. His face was buried in the couch. As VanPelt, Cho and Rigsby came in they gave each other a puzzled glance before simultaneously remembering the date. VanPelt gave out a small gasp of recognition. Lisbon walked in, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a case file in the other. She tossed the case file to Cho before walking over to Jane and gently pulling him into a sitting position. She put one arm around his shoulders and with the other pressed the cup into his shaking hands. 'Get on with it.' She mouthed at the rest of the team, who averted their eyes from their kind boss and rocking consultant and started discussing the case quietly. Jane opened his mouth to speak. To explain or apologise. But Lisbon spoke fast, 'Shh, it's okay. There's no need to explain.' Jane nodded then leant against her and started to sob quietly.
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The next morning Lisbon was working at her desk when she heard a timid knock. 'Come in.' she called not taking her eyes off of her screen. She only raised her head when she heard a light thump. It was Jane. He had placed a small vase on her desk with a flower in it. A small origami hydrangea. He turned and left without a word.
A/N: Hydrangea = Thank you for understanding.
