Authors Note: So, I wanted to write a Valentines Fic, and here it is. I wanted to post the first part at least on Valentines, so I didn't have time to wait for a beta read, so please forgive any little grammar mistakes. Hope you like it.
Valentines' Day was so depressing. She didn't have a boyfriend this year, she was all alone, in a new city, at a new job, her family was far away, and her last boyfriend had had no interest in coming to Sacramento with her when she had got this job. Everyone around her seemed to have a boyfriend or girlfriends, someone to be with.
People had been getting flowers delivered all day. From small bequests to large ones, from daisies to roses, they just kept coming. It was starting to get on her nerves. If one more flower delivery person walked through the door, she just might pull out her gun and shoot them.
Speak of the devil, a delivery guy was walking through the door with one of the largest bouquet of roses that had come through all day. There had to be al lest two dozen. The delivery guy could barely see over the top.
He sat the vase down on the table in the middle of the room and called out "I have a delivery for a Grace Van Pelt."
She was surprised, and for a minute just sat there. Cho actually spoke up before she did.
"The red head" he said looking up form is book and pointing at her.
"Oh right." She said coming out of her daze. The delivery man walked up to her with the roses and a clip board.
"Sign here," she did so, and the man walked away.
She stood there for a few minutes, looking at the flowers, trying to figure out who sent them.
"Don't just stand there," said Cho breaking into her thoughts, "Read the card."
She hadn't even noticed the card, but there it was, just staring her in the face, patiently waiting to be picked up. She reached in, being careful in case there were any thorns. She opened the card and read
Your hair is red
Your eyes are blue
I think I love you
From guess who
She just stared at the card for a few minutes. Trying to figure out who the card was from, and who would write something so cheesy.
"So who's it from?" Cho asked impatiently, or as impatient as Cho would ever sound.
"I don't know." Grace was still looking at the card.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"The cards not signed. It just has a silly little poem." She held the card up for Cho to see.
He walked over and looked at the card, snorting as he read it. "Looks like your secret admirer is an armature poet."
"Any ideas who it could be?"
"Well, yea, the obvious one, but you think he would have signed his name. It's not like everyone doesn't know that he likes you."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She denied, but still felt her cheeks getting red.
Lisbon walked into the room and saw the roses. "Holy cow," she said "that is some flower arrangement Van Pelt; I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"I don't. The card is unsigned."
"I'm sure it was Rigsby."
"Yea, but you think he would have signed his name."
"I've been working with him for a while, I know his hand writing, let me see the card."
Grace handed her the card and noticed that she too chuckled when she read it. "Well, the poem could defiantly be Rigsby, but the hand writings not. He could have had the person at the shop write it."
"Or it could be someone else." They were all standing around, thinking about it when Jane and Rigsby came in and stopped dead in their tracks when they all saw what the rest of the team was looking at. Jane let out a low whistle, and Rigsby said "Wow."
"Yea I know right." Said Cho.
"Who sent them to you?" asked Jane.
"I don't know. Here read the card." Grace handed the card to Jane, and Rigsby read over his shoulder. Jane smiled and Rigsby snorted.
"That's kind of lame." Said Rigsby, shaking his head.
"I think it's sweet," said Jane, handing the card back to Grace. "Any ideas?"
"A couple, but one of them just took themselves out of the running," she said while glaring at Rigsby, he didn't seem to notice. He was chatting quietly with Cho.
"Hum," was Jane's only response.
"Come on Jane, you must have some idea." Said Lisbon, "You notice everything that goes on around here."
"Maybe." He turned and walked toward his couch. "I think we should just wait and see who it turns out to be." He smiled slightly, like he already knew, and lay down.
"Well, I suppose he's right." Lisbon said, turning to Grace. "At least you got flowers on Valentine's Day. That is always nice."
"Yea, it is" she agreed.
"I suppose we should all get to work it we want to get home at any time tonight. That means you too Jane." She said looking over at the consultant who just waved his hand at her and continued to lie there with his eyes closed. "Good luck with that." She said to Grace and then left the room.
Grace sat at her desk and looked around for a few minutes. Who could it be? Who could it be?
Authors Note: So who do you think it is? Write a review and let me know. I'm not actually sure who it's going to be yet myself, but I suppose I'll figure it out eventually :), JK, I have a good idea who it's going to be.