With thanks to Tromana for providing the list of 50 prompts on the Paint-it-red forum.
Chapters may not follow the order of reviews since a separate, scattered story has been excised from this series of one shots.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
Ch1 is rated K - fluff
1. I love you
"Please, Gracie, pretty pretty please."
Van Pelt turns to glare over her shoulder at the man attempting to tap dance behind her.
"No, why should I?"
"I'll owe you Grace. You know I will. I don't get all this googling and stuff."
She does her best to pull on her strict schoolmam expression, hoping not to give into the smile which is threatening her composure. Damn, the man can be so cute.
"You're good at this Grace. The best. That's why I need you to do it for me."
Mmm, like the man can't find the information himself. She knows she's being taken for a ride, but what the hell. It's for the boss really. Jane wants to arrange a surprise for her, to celebrate their first month as a couple, and for some reason wants van Pelt to be in on springing it.
"Eureka. Does this look secluded enough for you?"
Jane leans over to peruse the site, complete with $750 a night guest suites, and then straightens with a grin. "Perfect. So to reserve….."
She helps him book the luxury suite for next weekend.
"So," Jane starts, "the hotel is sorted. Now I need a favour."
Van Pelt sighs heavily. Here we go, she thinks.
"I'd like you to find the nearest spa – I'll pay – and arrange a booking for you and Lisbon. I'll talk her into it. Then, instead of driving direct to the spa, you take a detour to the hotel, where I'll meet you. Lisbon stays with me. You go off to the spa and have a friend meet you there."
Grace thinks for a few moments. That's not a bad deal for her, and should be a pleasant surprise for the boss. It's good to see her and Jane finally together and van Pelt will do anything she can to encourage that.
"OK. As long as that's all."
Jane grabs her hand, pulling her to her feel and twirling her round.
"Van Pelt, I love you. Let me have your babies!"
WHAT!
"You'd best not let Rigsby hear that, or Lisbon."
"Meh. Friendship is a kind of love. We're friends, right. I didn't say I love love you!"
He ambles off grizzling away to himself, before turning back as he drops onto the couch.
"Thank you, van Pelt." He smiles his little boy smile and she returns it despite herself.
If Jane and Lisbon ever have children, she wonders how the world will cope.