Teresa Lisbon risked a glance towards her team and suppressed a groan.

"Cho, would it kill you to smile for one little picture? Please?"

Her comment earned chuckles from the group and she couldn't help the smile that bloomed on her face, "There we go!"

Lisbon shifted her attention towards the camera again. The Serious Crimes Unit —part of it, anyway— was supposed to take a team photo for the CBI's version of the Hall of Fame, and instead of hiring a photographer like everyone else, the Senior Agent insisted she could take the picture herself.

She was regretting that choice now, not that she'd admit it.

After fiddling around with some buttons and accidentally taking a picture of her shoe, Lisbon finally managed to set the timer.

Her team was lined up in the hallway in front of her office. Jane on the right, a small space between him and Cho where she would stand, then Van Pelt, then Rigsby.

"Are you sure you don't need any help, Lisbon? That camera looks complicated."

More chuckles from the agents, though they tried to stifle them this time.

Lisbon glared at her consultant, "Hush. I figured it out." She pressed a few more buttons then smiled triumphantly, "There. Smile in five.."

Four.

She let her sentence trail off and took the few steps towards the team...

Three.

...Only to catch her foot on the tripod.

Two.

Fortunately, the camera didn't fall, unfortunately, she did.

One.

In the end, the agents and consultant all ended up sprawled on the floor, choking on their laughter as they tried to keep up their professional facades.

Lisbon managed to recover first, her embarrassment taking a front seat in her mind as she disentangled herself from the impromptu dog-pile.

She plucked the camera off its stand and pressed more confusing buttons until she pulled up the picture, her amusement coming back in full.

"Well, I think this is a pretty perfect snapshot.."

The rest if her team gathered around her quickly and glanced over her shoulders at the candid photo. Van Pelt, Rigsby and Jane were laughing again, while Cho and Lisbon were smirking to themselves.

The photo on the screen was actually, perfect. There were no blurs, and you could see everyone clearly, it was their positions that made them laugh.

Jane had his arms wrapped around Lisbon's waist in an attempt to catch her before she fell, he was grinning even as his eyes reflected his surprise. Cho was gripping one of her arms, though his smile was small, it was full of amusement.

Van Pelt looked like she was fluttering her hands around nervously, her mouth formed a small O shape, obviously shocked, as she tried to hold her boss up. Rigsby looked like he was falling, though if it was from Lisbon's hand gripping his arm or from how hard he was laughing she wasn't sure.

Lisbon herself was stretched out in front of the team, her arms spread out in front if her and one leg in the air, her eyes were as wide as saucers and her mouth was gaped open in a silent shriek.

Jane, who was still shaking with laughter, took the camera from his boss and powered it down.

"I don't really feel like taking another photo anyway.. I think I'll have a nap."

Even as he said this, Jane was walking in the opposite direction of his couch, towards the elevator, camera in hand.


A few hours later, hanging on the wall in the lobby of the CBI building, was a framed picture of Senior Agent Lisbon's team, with a plaque underneath.

Agents Teresa Lisbon, Kimball Cho, Wayne Rigsby, Grace Van Pelt & Consultant Patrick Jane.


A/N

I know this is really OOC... But the idea popped into my head and wouldn't leave! My first Mentalist fanfic, wouldn't mind a little constructive criticism! ;)

Disclaimer: Sadly, no. I don't own The Mentalist. :(