Authors note: Okay this is my first ever Mentalist fic so please play nicely. I hope you enjoy it. Disclaimer: it's not my show.
It started out like any normal day. Lisbon arrived at the CBI headquarters earlier than everyone else on her team and most of the people in the building. Thanks to a certain blond haired, blue eyed consultant and the fact he seemed to get more official complaints than she got coffee refills throughout the day she had a ton of paperwork to complete. Walking into her office she stopped. There sitting on her desk by her computer was a vase of flowers. And not just any kind but two. A bunch of yellow chrysanthemum's mixed in with red gladiolus'. Curious Lisbon went over to inspect the flowers to see if there was a card. There was but it didn't give any clues to who sent them. It just said "The flowers say it all". She couldn't even identify the handwriting. Sighing Lisbon took a seat at her desk and got to work on her paperwork.
At eight o-clock there was a knock at the door and Lisbon invited them in. "Morning Boss." Van Pelt greeted her.
"Morning Van Pelt" Lisbon replied looking up from her work. Then something bright caught Grace's eye.
"Those flowers are beautiful! Who sent them?" Van Pelt asked about the flowers on Lisbon's desk. In all the time Grace had known and worked for Lisbon she never had flowers form someone on her desk. She never had flowers on her desk full stop.
"I don't know but they did come with a card." She handed the card over to Grace. After reading it over a thought clicked on in Grace's head
"In the Victorian times certain flowers had certain meanings while some flower colours meant something." She explained. That's what the card meant! Lisbon thought. Why didn't she think of that?
"Thanks Grace" She replied before Grace handed back the card and went to get on with her work. Lisbon couldn't resist so she typed "What flowers mean?" into Google and got up a list. The first ones she checked were the gladiolus'. They meant strength of character. Lisbon blushed at the thought of this. Whoever they were from they must have known her. Then she decided to check what yellow chrysanthemum's mean. Turned out that the chrysanthemum's meanings were based on specific colours like Grace was talking about. So what did yellow mean? Lisbon scrolled down and looked. Blushing a fierce red when she read what they meant. Yellow chrysanthemums meant one thing and one thing only. Lisbon had a secret admirer!
Try as she might Lisbon tried to put the flowers out of her mind. But she couldn't. Everyone who came into her office commented on them. She understood why. She was sure she never had flowers on her desk ever since she joined her first job with a desk. But she wanted to know who sent them. After she downed the fifth cup of coffee that day Lisbon got up to go to the break room to fill up her cup again. Grace came over as well. "So boss, have you figured out what the flowers say yet?" Grace asked.
"Yes I have." Lisbon replied. She might as well tell her. After all Grace was the one who told her to check meanings. And she could help to find out who it was who sent them.
"And!" Grace was practically bouncing. She wanted to know what they meant.
"Well the red gladiolus' meant strength of character." She told Van Pelt who "Awwed" at the meaning. "And the yellow chrysanthemum's mean secret admirer." Lisbon revealed so only Van Pelt could hear. Van Pelt squealed on the spot attracting several crazy looks form the other agents in the room. Remembering they were not alone Grace forgot about the coffee's and dragged Lisbon into her office, shutting the door behind her.
"Are you serious?" She squealed with happiness. You would have thought she was the one who got the flowers. Lisbon was about to reply when Jane walked in.
"Jane what part of the door being closed don't you understand?" Lisbon asked.
"Well it's okay. It's just us girls in here." He replied. "You and Grace were just talking about," he paused. Looking around the room for something new or out of place when he spotted them. "The flower's Lisbon was sent and their meaning. Let me see, the red ones are strength of character but you're more interested in the yellow ones. Your trying to work out who Lisbon's secret admirer is." Jane finished. Lisbon glared at him.
"Okay going away now. Just remember I am a mind reader and I'm in tune with your thoughts Lisbon. And don't worry before you think it I'm not going to tell Cho and Rigsby the meaning." He replied before leaving. How did he always do that? Lisbon wondered.
That night Lisbon took the flowers home and fell asleep wondering who her admirer was.
Authors note: good, bad, in between. Tell me what you think. Hope you enjoyed it.