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The Language of Flowers
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Lisbon woke up half tangled in soft, expensive cotton sheets and the limbs of her beautiful lover.
They made love three times last night, which for her was a personal record. She was usually uninterested to continue by the time the second round was over. But Jane had always been very persuasive. Not that she was complaining about it. At all.
A golden tendril curled over his forehead. Lisbon toyed with it casually. Jane stirred, but did not wake. God, she loved his hair. She often had the urge to touch it, like a crow that couldn't resist something shiny. Last night she had combed her fingers through it to her heart's content and it was every bit as soft and luscious as she had imagined.
Lisbon sat up, deciding it was time to get the day started. She had just swung her legs over the side of the bed when two toned arms suddenly ensnared her waist and Jane's husky voice whispered in her ear, "leaving without even a good morning kiss?"
Lisbon slipped out of his grip easily, though she regretted the delicious feeling of Jane's warm breath caressing her skin. "No, you probably have morning breath."
Jane stuck his tongue at her good-naturedly, which made Lisbon think about how good he was at utilizing it.
Jane's broad talented tongue had made love to her mouth as thoroughly as he had made love to her body. Though she should have realized its erotic potential. All those years of watching Jane devour ice cream had... aroused certain feeling despite her best efforts to ignore them. He innocently lapped up the sweet creamy treat without realizing how sensual it was.
Her fantasy was Jane. She desperately wanted to fulfill some fantasy of his.
She remembered his excitement when she had gotten on top, taking control of him with her hips.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind she heard a voice, more specifically, a memory of Jane.
"I like it when you get all authoritarian on me."
Hmm. Now there was a thought.
"Get up," she ordered.
Jane looked up at her wide-eyed. Why was Lisbon talking to him in that tone? It was a tone he had only heard before when she was talking to perps. Lisbon was small, but she could make perps twice her size cower in fear. As well as bring them to their knees. He loved watching her tackle and bring down a baddie that underestimated her. He found it rather sexy in a way.
"You've been dirty Mr. Jane, very dirty. You need be cleaned. Go get in the shower and get the hot water running. Then wait for me."
Jane nearly became slack-jawed at her statement. What had just happened?
"Hurry up," Lisbon said, bringing more command in her voice, "I want that water nice and steaming by the time I get there, or I'm not getting in, and you'll have to take a cold shower."
Jane leaped up and practically raced into the bathroom. Whatever mood Lisbon seemed to be in, he was definitely up for it!
Lisbon looked after his bare backside in motion and smirked. This was going to be fun.
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After a leisurely and pleasurable morning, Jane and Lisbon spent much of the afternoon browsing the local shops. Jane still wanted to send Grace a token of his appreciation for her conviction in him, so they headed to a flower and gift shop that was recommended by the concierge.
Lisbon idly browsed some flower arrangements as Jane placed his order.
"Yes, next-day delivery. Perfect," Jane finished his transaction and looked around for Lisbon.
"Picking out the wedding flowers already?" Jane's amused tone called behind her. She jumped, startled, and turned to face him.
Lisbon's heart pounded, both from his sudden appearance and his comment. She glanced at the placard in front of the display. They were indeed wedding flowers.
Oh. Did Jane think she was desperate to get settled because of how she had jumped into her relationship with Pike? That wasn't true. She was so relieved just to get to this stage with Patrick that she was okay with keeping things as they were for a while. Or maybe... Maybe she was ready to move things along, if that's what he wanted too. Tiny frown lines appeared around Lisbon's face. Already she was confused about the future of this relationship. It was best not to get ahead of herself.
"I, uh... I was just looking. Didn't realize they were wedding bouquets," Lisbon stammered.
Jane was immediately contrite when he realized she felt embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I was just teasing you," he reassured her.
But in the back of his mind, Jane couldn't deny he was a bit curious on how Lisbon felt on the subject of marriage. Realistically, they had been a couple for two days. He had only removed his old wedding ring the night before. Yes, he was ready to commit to her for the rest of his life, but he didn't want to jump the gun. And yet, the thought of Lisbon as a blushing bride, his bride, was mesmerizing.
For a moment he let his mind trail off into a beautiful day dream... he was standing beneath the alter as his angel walked down the aisle in heavenly white.
Jane liked the idea of Lisbon in a white dress, though he knew any color would look gorgeous on her. There was something in the simplicity and quiet elegance of white that evoked his sweet Teresa. Normally, he was a fan of vivid, eye-catching colors, perhaps because they were reminiscent of his carnie past. If they didn't seem so outlandish on him he would wear bright colors himself. Mingling with high society as part of his psychic con demanded a more refined dressing sense and over the years he had simply become accustomed to it, bar his recent stint with the island dweller/FBI agent combo look.
As for Lisbon's fashion sense, it was rather understated, but she could be a knockout when she wanted to impress. Unfortunately, the majority of the time she preferred dull neutrals and shapeless suits, as she believed it made her look more professional. Lately though, he had been noticing a subtle change in Lisbon's style, even at work. She wore more form-fitting blouses, shoes somewhat less sensible, makeup a bit more noticeable. He assumed it was a side-effect of dating Pike. One of the few-side effects of that relationship that he didn't mind.
That brought his mind back to the topic of weddings.
"So, hypothetically, which one would you pick?" Jane asked Lisbon in reference to the bouquets.
Lisbon was about to roll her eyes and tell Jane to knock it off, but his face seemed so earnest, and it was an innocent enough question.
"Erm, I'm not sure. I've never thought about it much."
"Oh come on Teresa, every little girl has thought about their perfect wedding."
"Not every little girl," Lisbon said defensively,
"Okay, okay," Jane acquiesced, with a quirk of his lips that said he wasn't about to let it go that easily.
"Let me help you then. Do you prefer a more classic theme or modern? Maybe even a vintage style?"
"Was wedding planning your side business?" Lisbon quipped sardonically, "I must have missed that in your file."
Jane chuckled, "No, but I have had plenty about-to-be newlywed clients stressing over their wedding decorations. Unfortunately, they figured a psychic was close enough to a therapist. I had to listen to one women vent for three hours straight. She wanted me to get in contact with her dead grandmother to get her opinion on the wedding dress, whether she should have the venue at a resort or the beach, and-"
"And that's why I've never bothered," Lisbon muttered under the breath. But Jane ignored her, and was already keenly browsing the selections.
"How about these?" Jane said pointing to a lovely display of homogenous long-stemmed six-petal white flowers with protruding stamens.
The placard read: Casa Blanca Lilies
Lisbon wrinkled her nose. "No thanks," she said. She was done with 'Casablanca' and that whole miserable episode. Now that she was no longer stuck between two men, it was time to move on.
"Did you know, white lilies are considered good flowers for a bride-to-be? They stand for chastity and virtue," Jane stated factually.
Lisbon snorted, "A little late for that don't you think?"
"I think you are virtuous Teresa. You are certainly more pure than me," Jane said quietly.
Lisbon reached out and took Jane's hand in hers.
"Stop it," she said sternly, "We've all done things that we're not proud of. But you've more than made up with it by bringing closure to so many people. Only a strong person can help others with healing when they're wounded themselves."
Jane smiled, "I owe a lot of that strength to you."
"And don't you forget it," Lisbon said cheekily. Then she saw it, the perfect bouquet.
"You know, I think a bit of color would look good against my gown," she said gesturing behind him.
Jane turned and saw what she was looking at, a vibrant bouquet of composed mainly of violets. He grinned.
"Blue violets, for faithfulness. Excellent choice. Might I ask why though?" he asked.
Lisbon shrugged, "I don't know, I was thinking of that story you told, about Manet's painting. The violets that symbolized his secret love. I guess it struck a chord."
"Struck a chord with me too," said Jane, "Amazing how being able to read other people doesn't prevent you from being blind to yourself sometimes."
"Denial is a powerful force," said Lisbon, "Believe me, I know."
They smiled at each other with a knowing look.
"So, split an ice cream sundae?" Jane asked.
"Patrick, we just had a big lunch," said Lisbon.
"I'm not hearing a no..." Jane said in a sing-song voice.
Lisbon caved, "Alright come on."
As it turns out, they were more interested in tasting each other than the ice-cream.
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It was already evening by the time Jane and Lisbon returned to their hotel. Before they could go upstairs, the receptionist called to them, "Mr. Jane! Glad, I caught you. You have a letter from a Mr. Walter Mashburn."
"From Mashburn?" Lisbon said looking surprised, "Wonder what that's about."
"Only one way to find out," Jane said, tearing open the envelope. Out came a note and picture of what appeared to be a yacht docked at a marina.
Dear Patrick and Teresa,
It was quite a pleasure running into you both yesterday. I'm very pleased to see how happy you are with each other. I apologize for crashing your date yesterday. To make it up to you, please feel free to make use of my private yacht for the duration of your stay. The address is written on the back of the picture, as well as the phone number of my captain. Give him a ring anytime you feel like a boat ride and he'll oblige. Again, my heartiest congratulations to you both. You both deserve it.
With best regards,
Walter
"I have to say, the man is quite a charmer. How gracious of him," Jane commented.
Lisbon raised an arched eyebrow in surprise, "You seemed to have changed your tune quite a bit from last night. What's with the sudden affection for Mashburn?"
"I wouldn't go as far to call it affection, but yes, I've decided that I may have been a bit discourteous to our old friend," Jane replied.
"Old friend? Wow, okay. Say what you want, but I'm sensing a bit of a bromance here," Lisbon teased.
Jane scoffed, but Lisbon thought it was rather telling that he averted his eyes.
She studied the picture, "Nice boat."
"Should I call up-" Jane checked the back of the picture, "Captain Orly and schedule and outing for tomorrow?"
"I don't know, I get kind of seasick," Lisbon said.
"How seasick?" Jane asked.
"Pretty bad."
Jane sighed, "Well, there go my plans to quit the FBI and sail around the world with you."
"Quit? Yeah right. Don't forget your contract. Besides, you enjoy the mental stimulation too much," Lisbon declared.
Jane smiled but said nothing. While he had said in jest, the thought of giving up crime scenes and criminals and just running away with his Teresa sounded like paradise. True, while he had missed the excitement and puzzle of solving cases while on his island, he found that it was a small price to pay for some quiet and peace of mind. The only thing missing was Lisbon, and now that she was his, the thought of leaving it all behind to start fresh was even more enticing.
"What if we just sailed it a little into the ocean and parked it there?" Jane asked Lisbon, "Then we can spend the day swimming and sunbathing without all the crowd that would be at the beach."
Lisbon considered his proposal. It did sound nice to enjoy the sun and water with the added bonus of privacy. And the short ride wouldn't trigger her nausea.
"Okay, that does sound good," Lisbon said.
"Great," said Jane. He pulled out his cell phone and made the appointment with Captain Orly.
Later that night Jane cuddled a sleepy Lisbon in bed, he himself too engrossed in his earlier thoughts about leaving the FBI to sleep. Lisbon stirred and he stroked her back while she drifted gently off to sleep. One day, he wanted to seriously discuss these thoughts with her.
And that day might be sooner than Lisbon was ready for.
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The next morning, at the other end of the country, Wayne Rigsby went to check the mailbox. There was the usual bills and junk mail, and an envelope that caught his eye. According to the address, it was from Kimball Cho. Rigsby grinned, excited to be hearing from his old friend, although it was odd that Cho had sent a letter instead of a phone call or email.
Rigsby tore open the letter as soon as he got home. Inside were two checks from Cho, one for fifty dollars written to him and one for hundred dollars written for Grace.
Risgby looked at the checks, puzzled. Why was Cho sending him and Grace money? It was such large amounts on top of that. Was he paying them back for something? Rigsby could not remember Cho borrowing so much as a penny let alone fifty dollars from him, and it seemed unlikely that he would ever borrow money from Grace. So not a loan repayment then. Was it possibly a gift?
While Rigsby was pondering the checks the doorbell rang.
He went to open the door and found the delivery man waiting.
"Hello sir. I have a delivery for Grace Van Pelt-Rigsby."
Rigsby bewilderedly stared at the vibrant pink blooms and the fancy chocolate box in the deliveryman's arms.
Oh crap. He was now certain that he had forgotten some important anniversary. Grace was going to kill him. He frantically went through the list in his head. Their wedding day? No, that was in October. Grace's birthday? No, they had just celebrated it last month. Then what was it?
There was no name on the sender label, which made Rigsby cautious. He didn't want to take any chances with his wife's safety after her kidnapping. But he couldn't examine the parcel with the delivery man waiting.
Rigsby signed for the delivery and set the flowers and chocolate on the kitchen table. He was about to carefully examine both when he spotted a cream colored envelope tucked into the bouquet's wrapping. He set upon opening it in hopes that it would give him a clue on what was happening.
Grace came into the kitchen, "Hey, did I hear the doorbell ring?"
"Yeah, it was the delivery guy," her husband replied, "Did you order flowers and chocolate?"
Grace wrinkled her brow in confusion, "No, was the delivery for me?"
"Yeah, there was no name for the sender. We should be careful."
Grace immediately became alert, "What's that in your hand?"
"I think it's a card, I was just about to open it," said Rigsby.
He tore open the envelope and opened the card inside. "It's from Jane!"
"Jane?" exclaimed Grace excitedly, "Well what does it say?"
Rigsby looked at the card perplexedly, "'Thanks for believing in me'. What does that mean?"
Grace was equally puzzled, "I don't know. Why would he thank me?"
A light bulb suddenly went off in Rigsby's head.
"Jane and Lisbon got together! Look, Cho sent us these checks. It's the money he lost from our bet! And the flowers mean Jane manned up and confessed to Lisbon, just like you said he would," he declared grinning.
Grace let out a little shriek of happiness, "Ohmygod, ohmygod, this is great news! I'm gonna call Lisbon right now!"
"Whoa, slow down," Rigsby said, "Let's call Cho first and confirm."
"You're right, I'm getting ahead of myself," said Grace attempting to calm down, "Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!"
Rigsby reached for his phone, and while he waited to connect to Cho he thought about his last conversation with the reserved agent regarding Jane and Lisbon.
It had happened when he and Grace were consulting for the FBI in the Haibach case. He and Cho had gone out for lunch and had an interesting conversation.
*Flashback*
Rigsby and Cho chowed down on their burgers with voracious appetite.
"Mm, these are good," Rigsby said, mumbling a bit as his mouth was full.
Cho gave his friend and former partner a disgusted look but declined to comment on his atrocious eating habits.
Rigsby chewed for a few moments looking thoughtful, "You remember our old bet about Jane and Lisbon getting together?"
"Yeah. Twenty dollars right? You owe me," said Cho.
"No way!" Rigsby exclaimed, "I still think I'll win."
Cho scoffed, "Forget it man. Maybe back then it stood a chance. But definitely not now. They're like siblings. "
"You're kidding right? Siblings?" Rigsby said incredulously. Seeing Cho's serious face, he balked. "Oh, you're not kidding. You actually think... okay, wow. That's ridiculous. Have you seen the way they look at each other?"
"You're the one who's ridiculous," Cho retorted, "Jane's just like another brother to Lisbon. Explains why she still puts up with him after all the shit he's pulled."
"Or, there's a different reason they're still together," Rigsby said, determined to defend his stance.
Cho simply stared, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Tell you what. Double or nothing. I bet you forty dollars that Jane and Lisbon will get together," said Rigsby.
"You'll be waiting for a long time buddy. Just admit you lost already," countered Cho.
"It'll happen. You'll see," Rigsby said stubbornly.
Cho rolled his eyes, but decided to indulge his friend. "If you're so confident, let's raise the stakes a little. Let's put a time limit on this thing. If Jane and Lisbon get together in... one year, I'll give you fifty dollars," said Cho.
Rigsby rose to the challenge, "Only raising by ten bucks? Sounds like you're the one who's not confident." But internally, he was concerned that Cho's imposed time limit might be an obstacle in his victory.
"As a friend, I'm just helping you minimize your losses when you inevitably lose this bet. Let's shake," said Cho.
He almost felt sorry for taking advantage of Rigsby's clearly delusional conviction. What was going to change between Jane and Lisbon in a year that hadn't changed in the past thirteen years?
"Hold on, Grace will want in on the action," said Rigsby texting his wife.
"She says,' hundred dollars Jane says it first!' Whew, hundred dollars," Rigsby said with a wince, "I hope Jane comes through."
"What's the matter? Scared? You can still back out, I'm feeling generous " said Cho smugly.
"Never! My bet still stands! Grace can sacrifice the cost of one or two shopping expeditions if she's wrong. She already takes way more than half the closet. And my bet is separate from Grace. It doesn't matter who confesses first," said Risgby.
"Especially if neither confess anything," said Cho.
"You know, Lisbon is in love with him too. If he won't say it she will," Rigsby said.
"In love with Jane?" Cho said scornfully, "He's like a puppy on a leash. Lisbon's his boss. It's her job to keep him in line."
"Was," said Rigsby.
"What?" said Cho in confusion.
"She was his boss. It usedto be her job to keep him in line! And now there's no conflict! FBI doesn't have any fraternization rules right? Rigsby said triumphantly. "Doesn't matter," he said without waiting for Cho to answer, "Jane's still a consultant, they can't stop them."
Cho had to admit that was a good point, but it had been a year since Jane and Lisbon joined the FBI. That was plenty of time to start a relationship if they wanted it. Which they didn't because they didn't have those kinds of feelings for each other.
As if reading his mind, Rigsby said, "If you don't believe it, I'll just ask them. The next time we all go out together, I'll just casually let it drop. Jane might be able to cover, but Lisbon's a horrible liar. Even if she denies it, it'll be obvious. Then we'll see who's right."
"Good luck with that," Cho said sarcastically, "From what I've seen, Jane and Lisbon have barely been in the same room since he's been back. You'd think they'd want to spend as much time together as possible if they're secretly pining for each other."
"Love works in mysterious ways," said Rigsby shrugging.
"Whatever, let's just shake and get over with it already," said Cho impatiently.
"You're on," Rigsby said shaking hands, "I'll be happy to take your money. Diapers are expensive."
"Really? How expensive?" said Cho, not really caring, but wanting to steer the topic away from his co-workers love lives.
"Oh you don't even know man. Grace insists on these insanely overpriced "special" nappies for Maddy because she freaked out over some article she read about diaper rash, despite the fact I've told her a million times that Ben was just fine with Huggies..." Risby said exasperatedly.
"Right. No need to give me an entire history on your diaper-related purchases," said Cho.
"Sorry. I'll try not be the boring married with kids guy. Anyway, what's going on with you? Any girlfriends? " asked Rigsby curiously.
"What's with the sudden interest in all our love lives?" said Cho, somewhat irritated.
"I'm jealous of your everlasting bachelordom, Rigsby said sarcastically. Seriously though, don't you get lonely? What about that Agent Fischer? She single?"
"Dunno," Cho said avoiding his friend's eyes, "Anyway, I don't date coworkers. I've been out a few times, but nothing serious."
Not since Summer, he thought.
Picking up in the subtle change in Cho's demeanor, Risgby chose to let the topic go. Cho tried not to show it, but he was lonely. He hoped that along with Jane and Lisbon, Cho would also find someone that made him incredibly happy, like how he felt with Grace.
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Rigsby hung up the phone after speaking with Cho, grinning. He couldn't believe Jane had stormed a plane! Well, if anyone could talk their way onto a plane without authorization it was Patrick Jane.
Grace squealed when she heard the story. "I'm so happy for them! That is so romantic," she said sighing dreamily, "I can't wait to hear Lisbon's side of the story."
Right then, the noise of an infant crying came from upstairs. "Oh, Maddy must be hungry," said Grace, "But I'm talking to Lisbon as soon as soon as I'm done feeding her," she said, practically bouncing in anticipation.
Rigsby watched her leave smiling. Grace had become more relaxed, settling into motherhood without the constant worry over the baby. Now instead of making her anxious, being a mom made Grace radiate with joy.
He looked at his check thinking that he would use it to treat Grace to nice night out. They could use some time away from the kids. In fact, they had nothing planned for tonight. He could go cash the check right now and make reservations at their favorite restaurant.
He dialed the number of the babysitter and made the arrangements for Maddy. Ben was at Sarah's for the weekend so that was taken care of already.
Risgby couldn't wait to surprise his wife.
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Grace made good on her promise to call Lisbon, much to her former boss's chagrin. But Lisbon's embarrassment was quickly dissipated by the redhead's delight and enthusiasm and she found herself openly sharing her feelings with her friend.
While Lisbon chatted with Grace, Jane idly listened to her talk and folded paper frogs out of hotel stationary for amusement. Lisbon watched in fascination, getting sidetracked from her conversation by the sight of Jane's dexterous hands, so quickly and artfully transforming the sheet of paper into an origami frog. He had such lovely hands, that were talented in more ways than one.
Almost as if he knew she was having dirty thoughts, Jane met Lisbon's eyes and smirked. She grinned at him in response.
He set down the frog, which was much smaller than the other two he had already made. Together, it looked like two adult frogs and a baby frog, a little paper frog family.
Lisbon hung up, looking amused, "Grace is over the moon about this. She said thanks for the flowers. Pink roses are her favorite."
"I know," Jane replied.
"Of course you do," Lisbon said teasingly.
"Incidentally, deep pink roses are classically used to convey thankfulness or gratitude," Jane informed her.
"Do you always put so much thought in all your gifts? Haven't you ever just walked into a store and picked out something nice without thinking too much about what it means to the other person?" inquired Lisbon.
Jane scrunched his brow, "I guess not. I got into the habit of picking out significant gifts to win the trust of clients. But a gift is only as special as the person you plan to give it to. For instance, this simple paper frog," he said, picking up one of his creations, "is special because it's for you."
Lisbon smiled and took the paper frog, admiring its delicate folds. When she looked up, Jane had another origami in his hands. From somewhere, he had managed to procure some light pink paper which he had folded up into a lovely flower shape.
"When did you make that?" she asked.
Jane simply gave her a mysterious smile, fraught with possibilities like the Mona Lisa.
"Didn't you want to take a shower love? We have to get going for our boat ride. Shouldn't keep our captain waiting," he said.
Lisbon rose and stretched, "Yeah, I'll be ready soon." Her lips quirked upwards, "You and your little surprises. You'll spoil me."
"As you should be," Jane murmured, with a peck on Lisbon's cheek as she left to go shower.
Jane prepared to get ready himself, stopping for a moment to pick up the origami flower with its characteristic five-petal design. He twirled the paper cherry blossom idly in his fingers. Charlotte had loved the flowers he folded for her. He had taught her how to fold this particular origami because it was one of the simpler ones. It was one of the rare moments he had to bond with his daughter. He was ashamed that he had given so much importance to his "job" over spending time with his wife and daughter.
He knew he was not a very good father or even a good person, but he made attempts to instill good values in Charlotte when he could.
During teaching sessions with Charlotte, Jane liked to impart tidbits of knowledge. Growing up he had had a very informal, largely self-taught education and loved all sorts of learning, whether it be practical or random trivia. He tried to engage that curiosity and love of learning in his daughter.
"Did you know Charlotte," Jane told his daughter as she painstakingly recreated the folds he had showed her, "the flowers we are folding are called cherry blossoms? The cherry blossom is a treasured symbol in Japan. In Japanese culture the cherry blossom reflects the transient nature of life. Its loveliness and quick death remind people that life is beautiful, but tragically short."
Jane blinked back the sudden tears that arose from the memory. Charlotte, his cherry blossom, taken from him too soon.
He set the origami down gently. Yes, life was short. That was why he could no longer spend it mourning those who had first shown him that life was beautiful. It had been a long winter, but he was finally beginning to get a taste of spring again.
His Lisbon had brought the flowers back into his life and Jane planned to show her that whether it was the language of flowers, or the language of love, he was well versed in both.
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A/N: I miss the Cho and Rigsby interaction. Was my favorite part of writing this chapter.
