the birthday party- for vanrigsby
A loong time ago
vanrigsbyasked me for a fic with Grace and Wayne, set at Maddie's first birthday. I came around writing this, and I'm pretty sure it's not what she wanted exactly, as there's a lot of post blue bird jisbon too, but in my defence, I'm pretty positive it's not as I envisioned it, as well
Grace and Wayne were sitting on their couch, the redhead nursing a glass of red, the children busy either playing (Ben) or sleeping (Maddie); her eyes, instead, were focused on her computer, and on the image she was studying with a knowing smile.
Jane and Lisbon. Outside her door. “Arguing” like an old married couple. From over fifteen minutes.
“What are they doing?” Grace smiled, and kissed quickly her husband as soon as he sat next to her, one arm around her shoulders. Wayne chuckled, shaking his head, and left a strangled laugh as he saw Jane stealing another kiss at the expense of their ex-boss, and Lisbon’s own response- blushing.
“The same they were doing when you left. They stay outside the door, blushing, talking, hissing, stealing kissing. And not knocking on the door. Or ringing the doorbell.” Grace shook her head, and looked at the scene, sighing like she was looking at her guilty pleasure- romance movies. She was very, very happy for her friends, and she wondered many things. Like why Teresa had decided to stay in Austin. When Jane had told her of his feelings- and mostly, why. She wondered if maybe Wayne’s words, spoken under her order, could have helped the mentalist to clear his head, even if for months Lisbon had been dating that… how could she describe Marcus without being too impolite?
Ornament?
Yep. That could do. Definitely. Maybe she could even call him like that while talking with Teresa. Or maybe not. If she and Jane were dating, after all, it could only mean they were serious. And if they were serious, she wanted to be a bridesmaid, or at least a witness, at Teresa’s wedding. And maybe a godmother one day. And she didn’t want to burn her bridges with her ex-boss if she wanted for that to happen.
Oh, well, after all there were many things she and Teresa could still talk about. She smiled and shook her head, and when a moment later she heard the doorbell rang, she went to welcome them in her alcove, Maddie in her arms and Ben screaming for his favorites uncles running before her.
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It was a good day- it was supposed to, after all. But it was also… strange. Lisbon was battling with the notion she was about to drop on Grace and Wayne wasn’t upsetting her; because, really, it wasn’t. She simply was worried. And feeling awkward. Because, had she been upset, Jane would have felt it. And he would have been sad, or whatever. Instead, he was his grinning, smug and arrogant self. As usual.
“I’m not sure I want to do this. I mean, it’s Maddie’s first birthday. It’s an important day for them.” She paused as Jane rang the doorbell. “I mean, it should be all about them, right? So I don’t think we should tell them.” she paused, and panicked, scared that he would read too much, or something else entirely, in her last words. “Today. I mean, maybe we shouldn’t tell them about is today.”
Jane shook his head, chuckling shamelessly and quickly he stole a kiss from the red-faced brunette. He just couldn’t resist her when she was like that. Not any longer, at least. “Did I ever tell you how lovely and irresistible you are when you blush and panic because of me?”
With “me” Jane, who was leaning against the doorframe extremely casually, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a bouquet of flowers backward, meant really “our relationship”, because, in Lisbon’s mind, the two were now the same; she rolled her eyes (although still blushing), because, after all, it wasn’t that strange; she and Jane practically spent their whole time together, either because of the job, or because they had sort of moved in together. Sort of, because they still had their own places- if the airstream could be called like that- and simply had half of their own things in each place.
“Jane!” She hissed, and he chuckled again. He just loved when she did it- it was a miracle he didn’t spend his whole time trying to steal kisses from his woman.
His woman… it was so good and… and freeing being able to call her like that! And he couldn’t wait to tell Grace and Rigsby the news. Because he and Teresa hadn’t said a word about the sudden change in their status, wanting to tell them in person at Teresa’s goddaughter imminent birthday, and Jane would have bet his whole vintage cars collection that poor Cho, still in shock, hadn’t uttered a word to the former comrade as well.
Lisbon was blushing, looking everywhere, and stealing only glances to Jane, and he was about to steal a kiss yet again, when the door opened, and Grace welcomed them, little Maddie in her arms, with Ben at her back, running into the arms of his favorite aunt.
“It’s good to have the both of you here! C’mon inside!”
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Lisbon and Jane followed their hostess inside; the house was perfect for a small celebration, and Lisbon knew it was going to be just them that afternoon, with the addiction of Wayne’s mother; Grace hadn’t invited friends from the childcare or neighbors, as Maddie was still so little, but there flowers and toys and presents and cake and even a ribbon with the words “Happy first birthday Maddie” in the middle of the leaving room. Lisbon smiled as she saw Grace’s photographer’s “things”, and the brunette immediately knew that, even if the girl wouldn’t be remembering this by memory, her parents had wanted to give her many pictures, so that she could see in the future how much loved she was, had always been. By everyone.
“Oh, look here. She is getting bigger and bigger…. I fear you’ll take after your daddy, sweetheart…” Jane said, laughing, as he took Maddie in his arms.
“Ehy!” Rigsby playfully hit his former colleague, and stole his daughter back, promising her she would be a gorgeous as her mother, in a tone that no one would have taken seriously; Lisbon’s gaze fell on the scene, and she was glad when she saw Jane so carefree with the baby, with no shadows any longer, and the former CBI boss’ expression didn’t go unnoticed to Grace.
“Ehy Reese, do you want to keep those boxes in your hands for the rest of the afternoon?” Grace chuckled. Lisbon blushed, and shaking her head, mumbling something, she gave her friend the two boxes, that the woman put on the coffee-table, next to the closed laptop. “Ben? Maddie? Why don’t you open aunt Teresa and Uncle Patrick’s presents?”
Laughing- and making the adults laugh as well- the two children destroyed the ribbons and the paper, and even the boxes, and if the old-fashioned Noah’s ark was well received by the youngsters, the same couldn’t be said about the Disney Princesses linen set- that Grace, though, adored with a passion, and was thankful for.
“Thanks, Lisbon.” Rigsby said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“What? No thank you to me?”
“Nope, sorry man, but this whole thing screams Lisbon. Only her would think about getting both a toy AND an useful item. You? I honestly thought that you would have given us poker money, just like you did with Ben. “
As Lisbon wasn’t watching, Jane stealthy gave his former co-worker a little black book. “Keep it hidden from Lisbon, will you? I need to prepare her before telling Teresa I still gamble every now and then.”
Both Wayne and Grace, who was witnessing the scene from afar, shook their heads and chuckled.
And then, after formalities were exchanged, they did what everybody used to do at birthday party: talked, eat cake, took pictures, and had fun. Like they hadn’t done in a long time.
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Later, Grace and Wayne looked at Jane and Lisbon leaving their road on their rental car, his lips on her temple.
“Did she tell you when it happened?” Grace shook her head- Lisbon not only hadn’t told her about when Jane had proclaimed his undying love, but she hadn’t talked about the fresh relationship at all.
“I never thought she would have. I know she probably want to tell us in person, but… I guessed she wanted for today to be about us, and Maddie.” She chuckled. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Jane will call tomorrow to tell us of how he is thankful that you told him that everybody wanted to see the two of them getting together.”
“Everybody but Cho. Poor guy could barely talk over the phone when he told us that Jane and the boss were dating…”
“Yeah, well, you know what, Wayne?” Grace smiled and turned in his embrace, her arms around his neck as she walked him backwards back inside their home. “Maybe we should follow the boss’ advice- and let it be about us.”
Wayne chuckled, and sweetly and yet passionately kissed his wife.
His wife. He loved calling her like that. That he was allowed to say those words. He hoped that Jane and Lisbon were going to do the same soon.
But now he didn’t want to think about them. Now he wanted to concentrate only on the beautiful things that Grace was doing to him.
Because, god, he loved them. As much as he loved her.
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vanrigsbyasked me for a fic with Grace and Wayne, set at Maddie's first birthday. I came around writing this, and I'm pretty sure it's not what she wanted exactly, as there's a lot of post blue bird jisbon too, but in my defence, I'm pretty positive it's not as I envisioned it, as well
Grace and Wayne were sitting on their couch, the redhead nursing a glass of red, the children busy either playing (Ben) or sleeping (Maddie); her eyes, instead, were focused on her computer, and on the image she was studying with a knowing smile.
Jane and Lisbon. Outside her door. “Arguing” like an old married couple. From over fifteen minutes.
“What are they doing?” Grace smiled, and kissed quickly her husband as soon as he sat next to her, one arm around her shoulders. Wayne chuckled, shaking his head, and left a strangled laugh as he saw Jane stealing another kiss at the expense of their ex-boss, and Lisbon’s own response- blushing.
“The same they were doing when you left. They stay outside the door, blushing, talking, hissing, stealing kissing. And not knocking on the door. Or ringing the doorbell.” Grace shook her head, and looked at the scene, sighing like she was looking at her guilty pleasure- romance movies. She was very, very happy for her friends, and she wondered many things. Like why Teresa had decided to stay in Austin. When Jane had told her of his feelings- and mostly, why. She wondered if maybe Wayne’s words, spoken under her order, could have helped the mentalist to clear his head, even if for months Lisbon had been dating that… how could she describe Marcus without being too impolite?
Ornament?
Yep. That could do. Definitely. Maybe she could even call him like that while talking with Teresa. Or maybe not. If she and Jane were dating, after all, it could only mean they were serious. And if they were serious, she wanted to be a bridesmaid, or at least a witness, at Teresa’s wedding. And maybe a godmother one day. And she didn’t want to burn her bridges with her ex-boss if she wanted for that to happen.
Oh, well, after all there were many things she and Teresa could still talk about. She smiled and shook her head, and when a moment later she heard the doorbell rang, she went to welcome them in her alcove, Maddie in her arms and Ben screaming for his favorites uncles running before her.
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It was a good day- it was supposed to, after all. But it was also… strange. Lisbon was battling with the notion she was about to drop on Grace and Wayne wasn’t upsetting her; because, really, it wasn’t. She simply was worried. And feeling awkward. Because, had she been upset, Jane would have felt it. And he would have been sad, or whatever. Instead, he was his grinning, smug and arrogant self. As usual.
“I’m not sure I want to do this. I mean, it’s Maddie’s first birthday. It’s an important day for them.” She paused as Jane rang the doorbell. “I mean, it should be all about them, right? So I don’t think we should tell them.” she paused, and panicked, scared that he would read too much, or something else entirely, in her last words. “Today. I mean, maybe we shouldn’t tell them about is today.”
Jane shook his head, chuckling shamelessly and quickly he stole a kiss from the red-faced brunette. He just couldn’t resist her when she was like that. Not any longer, at least. “Did I ever tell you how lovely and irresistible you are when you blush and panic because of me?”
With “me” Jane, who was leaning against the doorframe extremely casually, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a bouquet of flowers backward, meant really “our relationship”, because, in Lisbon’s mind, the two were now the same; she rolled her eyes (although still blushing), because, after all, it wasn’t that strange; she and Jane practically spent their whole time together, either because of the job, or because they had sort of moved in together. Sort of, because they still had their own places- if the airstream could be called like that- and simply had half of their own things in each place.
“Jane!” She hissed, and he chuckled again. He just loved when she did it- it was a miracle he didn’t spend his whole time trying to steal kisses from his woman.
His woman… it was so good and… and freeing being able to call her like that! And he couldn’t wait to tell Grace and Rigsby the news. Because he and Teresa hadn’t said a word about the sudden change in their status, wanting to tell them in person at Teresa’s goddaughter imminent birthday, and Jane would have bet his whole vintage cars collection that poor Cho, still in shock, hadn’t uttered a word to the former comrade as well.
Lisbon was blushing, looking everywhere, and stealing only glances to Jane, and he was about to steal a kiss yet again, when the door opened, and Grace welcomed them, little Maddie in her arms, with Ben at her back, running into the arms of his favorite aunt.
“It’s good to have the both of you here! C’mon inside!”
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Lisbon and Jane followed their hostess inside; the house was perfect for a small celebration, and Lisbon knew it was going to be just them that afternoon, with the addiction of Wayne’s mother; Grace hadn’t invited friends from the childcare or neighbors, as Maddie was still so little, but there flowers and toys and presents and cake and even a ribbon with the words “Happy first birthday Maddie” in the middle of the leaving room. Lisbon smiled as she saw Grace’s photographer’s “things”, and the brunette immediately knew that, even if the girl wouldn’t be remembering this by memory, her parents had wanted to give her many pictures, so that she could see in the future how much loved she was, had always been. By everyone.
“Oh, look here. She is getting bigger and bigger…. I fear you’ll take after your daddy, sweetheart…” Jane said, laughing, as he took Maddie in his arms.
“Ehy!” Rigsby playfully hit his former colleague, and stole his daughter back, promising her she would be a gorgeous as her mother, in a tone that no one would have taken seriously; Lisbon’s gaze fell on the scene, and she was glad when she saw Jane so carefree with the baby, with no shadows any longer, and the former CBI boss’ expression didn’t go unnoticed to Grace.
“Ehy Reese, do you want to keep those boxes in your hands for the rest of the afternoon?” Grace chuckled. Lisbon blushed, and shaking her head, mumbling something, she gave her friend the two boxes, that the woman put on the coffee-table, next to the closed laptop. “Ben? Maddie? Why don’t you open aunt Teresa and Uncle Patrick’s presents?”
Laughing- and making the adults laugh as well- the two children destroyed the ribbons and the paper, and even the boxes, and if the old-fashioned Noah’s ark was well received by the youngsters, the same couldn’t be said about the Disney Princesses linen set- that Grace, though, adored with a passion, and was thankful for.
“Thanks, Lisbon.” Rigsby said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“What? No thank you to me?”
“Nope, sorry man, but this whole thing screams Lisbon. Only her would think about getting both a toy AND an useful item. You? I honestly thought that you would have given us poker money, just like you did with Ben. “
As Lisbon wasn’t watching, Jane stealthy gave his former co-worker a little black book. “Keep it hidden from Lisbon, will you? I need to prepare her before telling Teresa I still gamble every now and then.”
Both Wayne and Grace, who was witnessing the scene from afar, shook their heads and chuckled.
And then, after formalities were exchanged, they did what everybody used to do at birthday party: talked, eat cake, took pictures, and had fun. Like they hadn’t done in a long time.
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Later, Grace and Wayne looked at Jane and Lisbon leaving their road on their rental car, his lips on her temple.
“Did she tell you when it happened?” Grace shook her head- Lisbon not only hadn’t told her about when Jane had proclaimed his undying love, but she hadn’t talked about the fresh relationship at all.
“I never thought she would have. I know she probably want to tell us in person, but… I guessed she wanted for today to be about us, and Maddie.” She chuckled. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Jane will call tomorrow to tell us of how he is thankful that you told him that everybody wanted to see the two of them getting together.”
“Everybody but Cho. Poor guy could barely talk over the phone when he told us that Jane and the boss were dating…”
“Yeah, well, you know what, Wayne?” Grace smiled and turned in his embrace, her arms around his neck as she walked him backwards back inside their home. “Maybe we should follow the boss’ advice- and let it be about us.”
Wayne chuckled, and sweetly and yet passionately kissed his wife.
His wife. He loved calling her like that. That he was allowed to say those words. He hoped that Jane and Lisbon were going to do the same soon.
But now he didn’t want to think about them. Now he wanted to concentrate only on the beautiful things that Grace was doing to him.
Because, god, he loved them. As much as he loved her.
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