Happy (early) birthday, dreamingofabetterday! Happy seventeenth! So, as a birthday present and as a thank you for listening to me ramble while we PM, I've decided to write you a story. I know that you're a Mentalist fan (understatement of the century (: ), and you ship Jane/Grace, so I'm writing you a JACE story!

Happy birthday, and I hope you enjoy the little story I have for you (:

-Set a few years after the end of the series, well after the death of Red John when Grace and Jane are married-

Setting: Grace and Jane have been married for two years, but have moved away from Sacramento to live in Long Beach. Teresa has also quit her job, to take care of her and Walter Mashburn's growing family. Cho took over her position, but the five team members always try to stay in touch. Teresa and Walter are driving down to spend the weekend with Grace and Jane.

"They're going to be here tomorrow!" Grace shouted, picking two of her shoes off the floor and throwing them into her closet. "Can you help me clean up? We have 24 hours."

Patrick Jane lazily opened one of his eyes. "It's just Mashburn and Li… Well, Mashburn." He chuckled softly, before closing his eye again.

"They're our friends," Grace cried desperately. "And I want our house to look clean for them."

"So why aren't you cleaning downstairs?"

"I finished downstairs! Will you make the bed for me, please?"

"But we'll be sleeping in it tonight," he pointed out. "So why make it now?"

Instead of answering, she sighed, so he opened his eyes and rolled off the bed. Patrick lifted his pillow and pulled the sheet under it, securing it back in place with his pillow before he moved to her side of the bed. He grabbed the white sheet and lifted her pillow, but as he gripped the pillow, he felt a hard object in the case. Patrick let go of the sheet, reaching his hand into the pillowcase to retrieve it. He pulled out a dark blue notebook.

"Hey Grace," he called, and she poked her head out of the closet. "What is this?"

When she saw his hand, her eyes opened wide and her face turned the color of her hair. "N-nothing! Where did you find that?"

She almost sprinted across the carpeted floor to get to him, trying to snatch the book out of his hand. Patrick held it above his head, right out of her reach. "What is it?"

The redhead jumped, stretching her arm above her head to get it. "Nothing! It's nothing! Don't read it!"

"Don't read what?" He muttered, raising his other arm so he could open the notebook.

"Please don't," Grace cried, her face still red. "Please; I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Patrick raised his eyebrow at her, looking away from the notebook. "This must be very secret."

Grace didn't answer, but she quietly put her hand over her mouth as Patrick slowly read the first page.

Two minutes later, his eyes flickered down to meet her nervous green ones, which quickly looked away. "Grace." He whispered, dropping his arm and looking at her. "Why didn't you show me these?"

"Didn't want you to think they were stupid," she muttered blinking quickly, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor.

Patrick smiled, tossing the notebook onto the vintage bureau behind him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lying down on the bed, pulling her down to lie on his chest. "Love letters aren't stupid," he said quietly stroking her hair. "They're cute and I love you."

Grace looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Really?"

Patrick lightly rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead. "Really."

So, happy birthday my dear (: I hope you liked it!(: