A/N: Oh goodness, I've jumped on this bandwagon. Also, my first multi-chaptered anything, so please bear with me.
A Decade of Lights
one.
It's awkward because she doesn't really know him too well yet, but because she's the head of the Serious Crimes Unit, and he's technically working for her, she feels she needs to get him some sort of Christmas gift.
She has no issues buying gifts for the rest of her team. Cho will get the latest classic to be converted into a nice hardback edition; Rigsby will get Kings tickets; and Hannigan will get, well, whatever chocolate's on special that she can find.
(And she tells herself that she may as well buy presents for the closest thing she has to a family, and no, she is definitely not overthinking this.)
It certainly doesn't help that she doesn't know anything personal about him, aside from the obvious. So as much as she hates last minute Christmas shopping, she puts off his until that potential brainwave hits her.
A few days pass, a week, and Jane is lounging in the chair placed next to her desk, fiddling with the paperclips on her blotter, twisting them into some animal or another. She comes back, bearing an extra large coffee, and the first thing she notices about him are his red-rimmed eyes and unshaven face.
"Lisbon," he grins up at her, proudly displaying his handiwork of what appears to be a kangaroo.
And despite his beatific smile, she can see through the façade, and knows that sleep has not been coming easily, if at all, to him. She knows the reason why he is working with them in the first place, and damn, Christmas is a time for families.
She softens as she looks at him. "Are you sleeping?"
And his eyes harden as he stares back at her. Refusing to answer, his jaw clenches, and he abruptly turns his head away.
She lets the matter drop for now, but a week later, almost too close to Christmas itself, she finds herself buying a set of throw blankets that would match well with the worn brown couch that no one else ever uses.
She leaves it wrapped with a simple note (only bearing 'Merry Christmas') on the end of the couch.
(And she most definitely doesn't wait and watch.)
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Please forgive any timeline/canon/general American culture inconsistencies. Please do let me know. I'm trying my best.