A/N: A plot bunny jumped into my head last night and kicked around in there until I finished writing this down. The only sugar I had yesterday was a lollipop, and I wanted someone to commiserate with.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I would have had a chocolate fountain instead of a lollipop.
Lisbon needed chocolate, and she was just about ready to kill for it. Her team had been called in to work the late shift right after closing a huge case. Mountains of paperwork were piled up in front of her, and she knew that she'd never get through them all without going crazy. She also knew that most of the forms were official complaints filed about a certain consultant of hers. That same consultant was probably outside of her office, asleep on "his" couch. She wondered, not for the first time, if that was the only place where he slept.
A few minutes earlier, Lisbon had frantically searched her desk drawers for anything that could possibly contain sugar. She had found a single, medicine-cherry-red, heart-shaped lollipop. She looked at it and, though it was silly and probably would not contain enough of anything to keep her going for more than two minutes, she smiled, remembering where it had come from.
The team had had to work on Valentine's Day. It wasn't exactly a problem. Rigsby and Van Pelt were still shyly beating around the bush. Lisbon had to admit that she was too, trying to ignore the warm blush that crept up her cheeks every time the aforementioned annoying consultant was close to her. Jane was still mourning his wife, though it pained Lisbon to admit it to herself, and Cho…well, no one knew exactly what Cho did in his free time.
The point was that no one had much to celebrate. Except, of course, Jane always had to celebrate, reason or not. He had come in with a bag full of lollipops and run around, passing them out. It was so Jane. She smiled, tossing the stick from the lollipop as a shadow fell over her desk. Her smile faded as she turned back around. "What the hell do you want, Jane?" she snapped, a bit preemptively. "Don't mess with me. I'm in a pisser of a mood."
"I'd guessed as much. I brought you a present!" He looked like a little kid as he handed Lisbon a package wrapped meticulously in green and tied with a black silk ribbon. She looked at him suspiciously, causing him to say impatiently, "Dammit, Lisbon, it's not more jewelry, I promise. Just open it."
Mumbling what sounded like "No need to be so pushy," to herself, she obliged. What was inside was better than any jewelry. If it had been a package of $100 bills, her smile would not have been wider. Inside was a bar of 87% dark chocolate. Lisbon was so stunned that she didn't notice him coming up behind her until he breathed into her ear, "Sweets for the sweet." He kissed her on the cheek and swept out of the room before she could respond.