#van pelt

“Hello welcome in!” You called out to whoever had just walked through the door. There wasn’t a rush persay but a huge group of people had just come in and of course everyone ordered a drink and a snack like it was no bigie. So now you are enjoying the calm after the storm in your nice peacful cafe. When you turn around to see who walked through the door you are met with a man and a woman.

The woman has pretty, long, red hair put into a neat braid down her back, she wore a smile on her face but a strong presence. While the man has a short hair doo and kinda seemed to be a little awkward around the woman, who knows.

“How are you guys doing today?” You ask politely to the two people in business professional clothing. The woman greets you with a warm smile and the man takes out a paper from his pocket glancing over it.

“Good how’re you?” The woman engages in pleasentries which is more than you usually get from customers, especially those who look all professional like these guys.

“Can’t complain!” You exclaim but the tiredness in your voice is hard to cover.

“We have a… weird request,” The woman starts, looking over at the man whos stuffing the paper back into his pocket.

“You’re y/n right?” She asks to which you nod your head even though this interaction is getting stranger by the minute.

“Yup that’s me,” You state proudly but skeptical.

“Our friend Jane is sick and is being a baby about it and said he wanted us to come here so you can make him some tea.” The man says, he seems exshausted and it humors you to think it might be because of Patrick ‘being a baby about it’.

“Well our friend comes in her quite a bit and he has a request because he can’t come in himself at the moment-” She starts to over explain but the man cuts her off.

You start to put the pieces together, Patrick specifically asked his coworkers to come here to see you so you could make him some tea because he is sick. Talk about being flattered.

“Did he have something specific that he wanted?” You ask clicking through the menu to give yourself a reminder of the teas he has enjoyed in the past.

“Oh you’re Patrick’s CBI friends,” You smile at them, Patrick has told you about who he works with before and you are putting together that this must be Rigsby and Vanpelt.

“Nope just said ‘have her surprise me’ and sent us here.” The man who you are assuming is Rigsby says with that same exhausted tone as before.

“Anything for the two of you?” You ask politely to which they take turns ordering different coffees, you remember their order from when Patrick has gotten coffee before.

“Well I can certainly do that,” You thought to yourself for a moment before inputting a tea he had thoroughly enjoyed the week prior to this. You reached over for a cup while grabbing a sharpie to write on the cup. You looked back up at the two agents in front of you.

“Thank you so much! I’ll have those drinks right out for you guys.” You smile and turn around to get to brewing the tea for Patrick and pouring the coffee for the two agents.

“Alright that going to be all for you guys today?” The agents nod their heads and Rigsby takes out a card to pay while you make small talk with Vanpelt. Shes very kind and compliments your hair to which you tell her hers is stunning. It’s nice to talk with the people you’ve heard so much about from your talks with Patrick.

“I can see why he talks about her all the time,” Vanpelt comments to Rigsby who’s pulling out his phone to text Cho they should be back to the office soon enough.

“Yeah obviously, I mean him coming in all the time, talking about her, it makes sense you know. She seems great.” Vanpelt says while looking over at you as you work.

“Who Jane?” Rigsby asks and looks up from his phone to you and then to Vanpelt. He finds a spot to sit as he types on his phone. Vanpelt finds a spot next to him.

“We are grown adults we do not ‘crush’, he likes her,” the agent elbows Rigsby in the side while she talks.

“Yeah dude is totally crushing.” Rigsby says still not fully engaged. Vanpelt rolls her eyes.

“It’s good for him.” Vanpelt has a genuine kindness in her voice that catches Rigsby’s attention.

“Here you guys go sorry about that wait,” you say handing off the drinks to Rigsby who put his hands out to grab it.

“Yeah it really is,” he says finally putting his phone down and giving Vanpelt attention, “I just hope he actually does something one of these days.” Rigsby laughs to himself thinking back to all those times Patrick told him about how he had perfected the art of ‘seducing women’ and was giving him crap for not asking Vanpelt out and now here he is playing the long game with a random Barista he met a few months ago like hes a lover boy. The conversation drifted off to other things and eventually you were walking out with their drinks in a carrier.

“Oh no problem at all, have a good day.” Vanpelt says kindly as her and her partner turn to walk out the shop.

“Say ‘hi’ to Patrick for me, I hope he starts feeling better!” You call out to them as they leave and Vanpelt gives you a smile while Rigsby nods your direction in a goodbye sort of way.

When the two agents finally walked through the doors to the CBI building and into their open office they were met with the same sick Patrick Jane rotting on his couch. He was surrounded by tissues that were haphazardly thrown into a trash can that sat next to him. Vanpelt makes her way to Patrick while Rigsby head over to Cho with both their coffees. When Vanpelt walks over to Patrick with the tea he peeks one eye open to look at her.

“Oh Vanpelt you’ve saved me.” The man says with the same congested gross voice he’s had all day. Slowly - and what looked like painfully - Patrick sits up with a groan.

“Yeah yeah,” The red head says covering her mouth with her hand as if it’d held protect her from all of Patrick’s sick germs. She handed him the large hot cup of tea you had brewed for him and took a step back away from him.

“Oh your barista friend says “hi” and she hopes you feel better.” Patrick hears from behind him coming from Rigsby and even though Patrick can’t see him he knows hes got a grin on his face from the teasing.

A smile reaches the poor sick mans face as he takes in the warm aroma from his tea. The smile on his face widens when he read the message written on his cup: “For my favorite sick Not-Psychic”. Patrick takes a sip of the tea and it’s warmth washes over him in a delightful flood of peppermint.