Authors note: So this part is pretty short. I do have another one to post, I just have to do my home work first. Thanks as always to Ebony10 for being my beta.
Disclaimer: I figure I should at least put in one per story, cause I'm really bad at remembering to do so. I do not own these characters, I really wish I did sometimes, but I don't.
She had gone to her class the night before, barely able to keep herself from screaming at the top of her lungs that the teacher was boring. It seemed at times that he was just talking to talk. There was only one person in the class who seemed to even be paying attention, and most of the time she looked half asleep.
But that was yesterday. Now it was Tuesday and Jane was supposed to help her "get married." Not sure what it entailed, she was slightly nervous. You never knew when it came to him. "Intensive therapy," he had called it. Maybe he had just been joking with her; it wouldn't be the first time.
She was sitting behind her desk, working on more paperwork. Waiting for a case to come up, hoping a case would come up so that she wouldn't have to do this thing with Jane. Not that she would mind spending the time with him. I just with he wasn't spending time with me to "train" me on how to catch a man. He hadn't come in yet, but it was still early. As she was trying to return her focus to the work in front of her, she heard a knock at her door. It's him, she thought and felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach that the thought of him always gave her. Trying to squelch the feelings lest he was able to tell, she called out "Come in."
The door opened slowly, but instead of the familiar blond head she was expecting, she saw was bouquet of wild flowers.
"Jane?" she asked, a note of curiosity in her voice. What the heck was he thinking? "The woman doesn't usually by the man flowers, so I'm not sure…"
"Simple really," he said as he set the vase down on her desk, "I also want to show you what you should expect from the man in a relationship. I don't want you to have to settle." He smiled at her now, not his most dazzling smile that she was used to—this one was different and she couldn't quite tell what was wrong. "Do you like them?" He gestured to the flowers on the desk.
"I love them. How did you know that I would like these?"
"Well, you're not the roses type and when I saw these at the shop this morning, I was inspired." Now he grinned like she was expecting—the "I figured something out" grin.
"Ok, so should I expect to get flowers before or after the first date?"
"Whoa, slow down. Fist you have to let him know that you're interested. I'm pretty sure that your flirting skills are severely lacking, so why don't we work on them first."
"What, now?" she was shocked. I do have to work for a living. I can't spend all day flirting with people.
"No, not now silly." He looked like an adult gently teasing a small child who had asked a ridiculous question. "We'll start after work tonight. We'll go out to a bar that I know, pretty close to your place, so you shouldn't have to worry about driving. Plus that should give you enough time to go home and change."
"Why would I have to change?" She was getting annoyed with him again. I don't really have anything to change into; most of my clothes are work clothes.
"So you don't look like you just got off work. Try to, I don't know, sexy up a little bit." He got up to leave and looked back at her, "Close your mouth Lisbon. I'm sure you can do it."
She sat there staring at the door after he left. I can't believe he wants me to "sexy up." I'm not even sure I know what that means; I don't even think I own anything that could be considered sexy. He can be such a jerk. Man, is he hot. STOP it. You do not need to be thinking about him like that. It will only make things worse. She sighed and tried to get back to doing her work. She looked over at the vase of flowers on her desk. It's going to be a long day.