AN: I have a paper due Friday and a few ongoing multi-chapter stories, so naturally I'm writing this instead. :) Anyways, let me know if you find any mistakes; I didn't really proofread it. I'm tired. I'll just go over it later. (I am so sorry about the lame title).

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Teresa Lisbon was in a relatively good mood; they had just finished up a case, and for once, their paperwork. Her consultant had been on good behavior, for him at least, lately. Actually, he'd gone from pulling barely legal to mostly legal stunts about two and a half weeks ago. Right around the time she broke up with her boyfriend of three months. An outsider looking in might have made a connection between the two events, but Lisbon hadn't noticed; she'd just picked up on the fact that the less she had to deal with Jane's antics, the better. The senior agent could relax a little.

It was this perfect storm of pleasant things that caused her to have a small smile on her face as she walked to the CBI's kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Her smile didn't morph into annoyance when she ran into Jane either. What a wonderful day.

"Hello, Lisbon," he greeted.

"Hey. Pass me the decaf pot will you?" Lisbon responded, and Jane's smile grew as he did as she asked.

Lisbon only drank decaf when she was stress-free.

"These are for you," the ex-psychic told her as he pushed a small vase filled with various wildflowers towards her.

The team's leader's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped openly slightly as she stared up at Jane. The consultant's grin, however only seemed to grow larger.

"Oh," he started, pretending to be surprised. "These aren't from me."

"I – I didn't think they were," she informed him as she somewhat regained her composure.

"Really? You didn't think they were from Charles did you?" he chided teasingly. "He wasn't the type to send flowers."

"No, I did not think they were from Charlie," she quickly remarked; talking about an ex with Jane was never a good idea.

His brow furrowed, and his smile faded away as if he was thoroughly puzzled, but his eyes were still laughing, "If you knew they weren't sent by Charles, and you obviously didn't think I sent them, who do you think they're from?"

"Uh . . . well, I think they're from . . ." she trailed off, desperately searching for a plausible answer. "I think they're from Ruth Keenan."

"You just read that off the note," Jane accused.

"I did not," she shot right back, narrowing her eyes at the return of his infamous 'I'm right, and you're wrong' smile.

"You did to."

To escape an endless cycle of 'did not, did to' and more annoyingly correct assumptions, Lisbon abruptly grabbed her flowers and coffee, and left the kitchen. Though she wasn't quick enough to avoid hearing Jane's victorious chuckling.

The now irritated agent let out a loud breath of air. Her chance to be at ease while at work was gone; that smile would be invading her thoughts for the rest of the day. Jane's smile was the reason she ended her relationship with Charlie. His smile didn't make her stomach flip-flop or exasperate her or even make her feel happy.

"Why's your face so red?" Rigsby commented as she passed by.

His smile hadn't been able to make her blush either.

Lisbon ignored him, and shut the door to her office in an effort to salvage whatever peace and quiet she could.

Charlie was a nice guy, but he was no Patrick Jane.

AN: Ruth Keenan is just a person Lisbon helped out during a past case, and she was sending flowers as a thank you. It wasn't really relevant to the story, so I left it out, but I thought people might like to know who she was. (My grammar checker wanted that to be 'whom,' but I just couldn't do it. It doesn't ever sound right).

Thoughts?