Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This is really crap, but I needed to post something for Emily's 1st fanfiction birthday – yep, her profile is a year old today. Go read and review as a gift, she writes wonderfully.
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Lisbon opened her door, and suddenly what had begun as a fairly enjoyable day got a lot worse. Lounging in her chair, his feet crossed upon her desk was Patrick bloody Jane, psychic extraordinaire.
"Good morning, my lovely Teresa, really – you should scowl less, it doesn't become you."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. "Jane, get out."
"You do realise that it has been a year since we started to – "
"Is that what all this is about?!" she yelled, realisation hitting her and making her even more furious.
He surveyed the large bouquet that took up most of her desk and drowned her paperwork. "Too much?"
"Just a bit," she replied, her words coated in bitter sarcasm.
He, typically, gave a smile and a devil-may-care shrug.
"And how," Lisbon continued, "is this possibly, in any conceivable notion of the phrase – keeping it OUT OF THE OFFICE?!"
He indicated the exit of her room with his thumb, grinning. "The office is on that side of the door, and didn't know anything until you started yelling."
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Reviews not necessary, just a crappy little gift drabble.