A/N: I can't believe I've already finished this challenge. Aw… oh well. Hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I've enjoyed writing them.

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Here's the last ficlet. And somehow, amazingly, it's fluff. Wow.

x tromana

Title: Colours of the Rainbow #7: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
Rating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Team
Summary: Inanimate objects can't stare, Lisbon.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Colours of the Rainbow: Violet

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

It was staring at her. Lisbon knew full well that envelopes didn't have eyes, never mind sentience so it wasn't actually physically possible for it to actually be staring at her, but that didn't seem to be causing it any problems. She hadn't actually been sure where it had come from. She had been sorting through some old case files in her inbox, ones that had gotten pushed aside for more important matters and it was just there. It was just a plain, white envelope, not even addressed. Part of her wanted to rush it down to forensics to check for anything suspicious, but the other part decided that was a little irrational.

Instead, she took to trying to ignore it rather unsuccessfully. Well, until Jane came blundering in as per usual, with a silly grin plastered over his face. Really, he smiled far too frequently, especially whenever he strolled into her office. Lisbon watched as he wandered around her office, looking for any differences, as usual.

"So you haven't opened it yet, then?"

"What?"

"That, of course," he replied, indicating to the envelope now propped up against the photograph of one of her old dogs. "You've been staring at it for the past hour."

"I have not," she stated indignantly. "I've been working through some old files. Something that you should be doing, too."

"Sure you have."

"Jane?"

"Yes, Lisbon?"

"Get out."

Lisbon couldn't quite believe that Jane had actually listened to her. Smiling, he headed towards Cho's desk and the sombre agent eyed him warily. Usually, he hated it when he was the only one left in the bullpen; Van Pelt and Rigsby had been sent to do some inquiries about a cold case. Being alone meant you were the sole focus of Jane and his party tricks, especially if Lisbon was fed up with him and had actively kicked him out of her office. However, Cho was feeling quite bored, too. Normally, he'd try and avoid encouraging the consultant, but he'd already finished with the files he'd been given that morning, so Cho was feeling game.

"What have you done to her?"

"Me? Nothing. But I expect her to be out here within," Jane glanced at his watch quickly. "Ten minutes."

Inside Lisbon's office, she found that Jane hadn't helped matters. The desire to open that incongruous white envelope had only heightened. Sighing, she grabbed hold of it and tested the weight for a second time. She couldn't be entirely sure, but it felt like a card of some variety. And that was what bemused her. Christmas had long since past, and her birthday wasn't for another couple of months yet. Eventually, she gave up to curiosity and slid a fingernail underneath the gummed seal. Of all the things it could have been, that hadn't been what she had expected though. It wasn't even tasteful. Still, she read through the cheery St. Valentines card, slightly aghast.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Flowers are sweet
And so are you

Sorry, I know it's cheesy but never mind. Violets aren't even blue generally, they come in many varieties of colour. Aside from poetic inaccuracies, if you're bored tonight and want to distract yourself while everyone else is celebrating their love, come out with me? I know of a nice place which will definitely have a table free.

Jane.

When she stormed out of her office and towards Jane and Cho, the Asian agent glanced at Jane as if to say 'she's early'. It had only been eight and a half minutes so Jane had returned. He merely shrugged in response and beamed brightly at his obviously irate boss. It surprised him just how annoyed she could get over something as simple as a card. One that she had received rather late, but still essentially harmless. Jane had placed it on her desk the day before St. Valentines, but obviously it had become lost under a pile of paperwork. She brandished the card in front of his face, still fuming.

"What the hell, Jane?" she fumed. "Is this your idea of a sick joke?"

"No, it was meant to cheer you up," he replied, honestly. "In February, mind. You've found it a little late."

She turned and quickly asked Cho to go deliver some files she had finished with to Minelli. Lisbon propped herself up on Jane's unused desk and continued glaring at him, waiting for him to announce that yes, it was a joke and apologise for the fact that it wasn't actually that funny at all.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Dinner, tonight?"

Lisbon blinked owlishly at the proposition. Despite the fact that he had written it in ink on the piece of card in her hand, she hadn't expected to ever hear those words from him. Not without the rest of the team invited, at any rate. She'd spent a good few months burying illicit emotions and he was standing in front of her quite happily digging them up again. Like he'd known all along. Damn the man. But still two work colleagues, friends, could go out to dinner and nothing could come of it. Couldn't they? There was nothing wrong with that. They wouldn't be breaking any rules, company or self-inflicted. And it would be nice to spend a night with adult, if not mature, company instead of being holed up at home.

"Well?"

She shook her head as he broke her from her reverie.

She was thinking 'screw you' but somehow a surprisingly nervous 'okay' slipped past her lips. Jane grinned in response.

Now, all she had to worry about was appropriate dress wear. And what the hell she had just let herself in for.

end