A/N I wish to apologise for the randomness of this... but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Marry
It was meant to be the perfect wedding. She had organised the church, invitations, dresses, vows, flowers, and cake… absolutely everything necessary for the perfect bonding of the perfect couple. Her alarm had gone off at 6am to ensure she had plenty of time to organise everything, and she had called every single invited guest to make sure they knew the ceremony would begin at 12pm sharp, and they were not to be late. Despite having had the bridesmaids fitted numerous times, she also made them dress 3 hours before the start of the wedding, just to be sure they hadn't put on any weight last minute that would sabotage the entire day's proceedings.
And then there was the groom. There are not even words to describe the long list of perfections she had to clarify with him (six times) before she was satisfied he wouldn't ruin her day.
All in all, her wedding was shaping up to be perfect right down to the smallest details.
Until now, that is.
The church doors opened dramatically just as the vows were about to be spoken, and Christina Fleur almost had a heart-attack at the sight disrupting her perfect wedding.
"Who are you?" She screeched loudly, her fist balling in the fabric of her dress.
"Why how pleasant to meet you too. My name is Patrick Jane, and I just have one little thing tell you, if you don't mind," a pompous man dressed in work clothes with unruly hair said, a stupid smile lazing on his face.
"What! I do mind, thank you very much," Christina panted in rage. "What are you doing here? You have no right! This is my perfect day!"
Her husband, still remaining silent, made a gesture for her to calm down but she brushed him off impatiently with a death glare.
"Excuse me ma'am. My name is Agent Lisbon from the CBI," Christina gasped. "And I am here to arrest you for the murder of Lynda Ryan. We have evidence proving that you broke into her room last night at 5pm and murdered her with a knife. You have the right to remain silent…" And on Lisbon muttered as she stalked up the aisle purposefully (Jane skipping and waving at the guests behind her) to handcuff her hands.
"I did no such thing! How would you even know something like that! Anthony!"
Anthony, seemingly confused in his groom's suite, stared after her. Jane came to stand beside him as the two walked off.
"So Anthony…when were you going to tell her that you're gay? Not that you need to now… but I'm still curious."
"I…I…I wasn't going to?"
Jane nodded thoughtfully. "Probably a good plan. Personally, I think you should be thankful that I saved you from what promised to be a dreadful marriage. Irksome lady…"
And with that, he patted Anthony (who was now smiling slightly) on the shoulder and turned to the whispering crowd.
"You're welcome!" he shouted.
Applause rang through the church.
