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Patrick Jane trotted out of the elevator on his floor, his hand secured tightly round a thin gold ribbon. Attached to the end was a big, yellow, Mylar smiley face balloon. A large grin was plastered on his face as he walked through the building towards the bull pen. He drew confused and suspicious looks from everyone he passed, but he ignored them, his grin not faltering, if only widening. Pulling round the corner into the bull pen, the Mylar balloon bouncing off the archway to the workspace, Cho looked up from his computer and stared at Patrick.

'Good morning!' Patrick called cheerily, making his way to his oh so beloved couch.

'Uh...what are you doing with that?' Cho asked wearily, nodding at the balloon floating cheerfully above Patrick's head. He knew all too well what Patrick was capable of, and for that reason, that smiley face seemed to be threatening them all with its suspiciously gleeful smile.

'I shall divulge that information when Lisbon gets here.'

Cho looked worriedly at his colleagues, who returned the same looks.

Patrick tied the ribbon around the back of his chair and took himself off to the kitchen to concoct his early morning tea.

'What do you think he's up to?' Rigsby whispered.

Van Pelt shrugged.

'Maybe it's some weird way of finally asking Lisbon out,' Cho suggested.

'What?' Rigsby's eyebrows creased.

'Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way they are around each other,' Cho replied flatly.

Rigsby simply looked at Cho and then shrugged, expecting him to explain.

Cho imagined himself face-palming. Rigsby could be the most oblivious person on the planet sometimes.

'Never mind.'

Patrick returned with his freshly steaming cup of tea and sank into the couch, crossing over his legs. He glanced up at the smiley face above him and smiled as he swallowed back the hot liquid, feeling it flood through him and warm him from deep inside. He could feel the team's apprehension about what he would end up doing with the balloon, and the reason for having it with him. But honestly, his motives were pure. He grinned as Lisbon stepped into the bull pen. Lisbon narrowed her eyes at him briefly, seemingly unaware of the balloon at first. She started talking through something about a new case. A double homicide, when she saw the grinning yellow smiley turn towards her in the breeze.

'Uh...what is that?' she asked suspiciously.

'It's a balloon, Lisbon.'

'Well, obviously. Why is it in here?'

'I thought, that I would bring in a smiley face balloon,' Patrick started. Lisbon looked worried. 'Because it has been proven that a smiley can help lift the mood and make people feel happier.'

'And we're unhappy?' Lisbon replied, looking at Patrick.

'Well. I've noticed a certain dullness about the place recently. I though everyone could do with a lift of the spirits.'

'Right...'

'If you don't feel happy by the end of the day, then I've failed you. And I'm sorry.'

Lisbon shook her head and turned back to the case at hand.

Patrick wandered into Lisbon's office at the end of the day, the slightly more deflated balloon in his grip. Lisbon rolled her eyes at the sight of it again.

'So, did it work?' Patrick smiled.

'Um, to be honest, I couldn't tell amidst the embarrassment you caused me while dragging that thing around all day.'

Patrick grinned cheekily. 'You know you loved it really.'

Lisbon looked tiredly at Patrick.

'Anyway, I saw an improvement in you today.'

'Really? All I could see was that damn balloon,' Lisbon muttered, shuffling a pile of papers into a neater stack and gathering up her things to go home.

'I want you to keep it,' Patrick offered.

'Uh...how about no?'

'Pleeease?' he put on his best puppy dog eyes.

'No. Go away.'

'It's all sad now, Lisbon.'

Lisbon looked up at the balloon. The irritating smile was still on its face. In fact, she now noticed how much the balloon was like Patrick, with its insanely irksome grin. 'It still looks happy enough to me. Can I go home now please?'

'No.'

'Tough. I'm going, whether you like it or not. And I'm not going with that.'

Lisbon flicked off the desk lamp, the office descending into darkness apart from the few lights that were left on outside.

'Well, I know it made you happy, whether you want to admit it or not.'

'Whatever. Bestow your doppelganger on someone else.'

'I'm not round and yellow...' Patrick complained.

Lisbon rolled her eyes. 'Good night Jane.'

She quickly left the office, and Patrick behind.

Patrick grinned as Lisbon departed and swiftly skipped over to her desk, tying the ribbon around the arm of her chair before making to leave himself.

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