A Holiday Haunting
Summary: Jane takes a bad spill and has to spend the holidays under the care of one Teresa Lisbon. Sounds fun right? Well it's not considering they both hate Christmas, and there a ghost haunting the hell out of both of them. Will it really be a merry Christmas? Well read on to find out.
Chapter 1/?
Chapter 1: Take Your Tree and Shove It Up Your Cherry A**!
Van Pelt
It was December! She didn't care what anyone thought - she loved December, soon it would be Christmas and presents and just all that holiday cheer. Sometimes it was so much you would think a person could get sick of it, but not her. She loved it, and sure she was in sunny California, there was never snow to make a snow man, and the only time the CBI ever got close to celebrating the Christmas season was when someone decided to kill Santa and there was nothing very holiday-like about that. She was determined to not let the atmosphere of where she worked get her down. She was going to spread Christmas cheer dammit, and for those who didn't like it, well shame on them. As Grace entered the bullpen she saw her first victim.
"Good morning Jane!" she smiled when she saw him sitting on his couch.
"Bleh." He mumbled back.
Oh yes, it was most certainly Christmastime. She didn't care, she wasn't even going to let his ill mood get to her.
*HH*
Wayne Rigsby
It was December! Wayne was both happy and sad about this. He was happy because as a dad, he couldn't wait to see Ben's face light up at Christmas. Last year Ben was a newborn and was like, oh so it's Christmas pass me that boob, but this year. This year is going to be different. There would be all the new toys and the bright shiny wrapping paper and bows to have fun with and all the happy sounds and pretty lights and well just plain old happiness. So why wasn't he happy? Well truth be told Wayne was pretty happy, but his son was going to be in Connecticut with his mom's family. Which was good since Ben and his mom would have snow, and that's what you need for Christmastime, but it was sad that he was only going to be around Ben for one day. And only if no one was murdered which was sadly, very likely to happen as tempers always seemed to flair on holidays, so for now he just wouldn't say it out loud. You're not cursing yourself if you don't speak it out loud.
He smiled as he entered the bullpen. He was greeted by Grace. Oh, and Grace Van Pelt, she was another problem. He loved Grace, he knew it, Ben's mother knew it, and apparently the whole CBI office knew it. That was part of the reason why Amber Tyler from Human Resources went out of her way to let him know that they were about to change a certain policy which forbade colleagues who worked together from dating. Oh yes, there really were plenty of things to be happy about.
"Good morning Grace." He greeted his friend.
"Good morning Rigsby, I just put some muffins in the kitchen, you better get in there before Jane snags the only two Blueberry." She beamed.
He didn't have to be told twice, he turned quickly racing off to the kitchen only to run right into Jane.
*HH*
Jane
Well, wasn't this just perfect. He had slept maybe two hours the entire night, and now was just trying to make himself feel better with a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. Until he was nearly killed by one Wayne Rigsby. He was sure Wayne was going to try and scarf down as many muffins and scones as he could before the rest of the staff could get there. God, sometimes Wayne could be such a garbage compactor. Jane suddenly hated him, he hated this building, he hated coffee, and dammit he hated Christmas and all of this god awful cheer. Santa and Van Pelt could take all this Christmas cheer and shove it up their asses!
"Hey man I'm sorry about that." Rigsby told him apologizing
"You always are." Was Jane's reply as he ascended upstairs.
"What's his problem?" he asked Van Pelt.
"I don't think he's good on Christmas. I mean, I know that it's been ages since Charlotte died, but how can one get over that kind of thing especially at this time of year?" she wondered.
"Oh." Rigsby looked toward the stairs, and well, he understood now. He could understand what it felt like because now he was a dad. He would die right now if he lost Ben. At that moment, he really felt for Jane. The poor guy.
Jane knew he should apologize to Rigsby, but he was on a mission. He went upstairs and pulled the bag from under the bed. He had all kinds of herbs. He just needed to get the right combination and maybe she'd come back. She had to come back, especially now. It would be Christmas soon. He was fine, really, and he could usually make it through the holidays without Charlotte, but after seeing her and how she'd grown. He had to get the right combination. Quickly he made his tea and sprinkled the belladonna on top. She had to come back, it was Christmastime.