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Their latest case had taken them out to a place far from any homes, farms, hotels or a decent road – indeed any type of civilisation!
The case involved teenagers disappearing in the night, only to reappear dead two days later, bodies discarded on the roadside.
The last known whereabouts for the victims was this campsite – and so this would be where they would be spending the night. Right here in the middle of nowhere.
Tents had been erected with some difficulty. Laughing at cocky Rigsby and Jane's pathetic attempts at putting the tents together, van Pelt had pushed them aside and done the job properly with Cho's assistance, much to their chagrin.
There were two tents: one for the girls, and one for the boys. Jane had whinged about having to share a two man tent with two other people – 'Rigsby takes up two men by himself!' he'd griped – but a look from an exasperated Lisbon had quelled any further complaints.
He'd actually grabbed Lisbon's bag from the car and dropped it at the entrance of her tent with a sugary sweet smile that made her eyes narrow. 'What do you want?'
'Nothing!' he'd said in a sing-songy voice as he moved off to fetch his own bag. He was back in her good books - she couldn't stay mad at him for long!
Sitting around the campfire later, all rugged up in warm clothing, Lisbon cradled her warm mug of soup in her hands, as she 'monitors' Rigsby and Jane's toasting of marshmallows. She rolled her eyes at their childish enthusiasm, and wondered which one of them had packed the 'mallows, before noting Cho taking over van Pelt's position as lookout.
Once Jane is satisfied that all six marshmallows on his stick have been cooked to his absolute standard of perfection, he stands up and sits down next to Lisbon on the log, as she unconsciously moved closer to his heat. It was freezing.
With his mouth full, Patrick offers Lisbon a marshmallow on his sticky fingers.
Throwing empty threats at him as she tried to evade the incoming marshmallow, Lisbon moves down the log.
Jane continues to come at her with a huge grin on his face, but Lisbon has the last laugh as the great Patrick Jane misjudges his balance and positioning and less than spectacularly falls over backwards on the log – marshmallows and all – to land with his back flat on the ground.
Wondering briefly why he was seeing stars, Patrick shook his head in good humour, joining in the laughter of the team standing above him.
Accepting Lisbon's helping hand to get up, he grabs the opportunity of her mouth wide open in laughter to push a marshmallow into her mouth. He watches in amusement as her eyes go round and almost pop out of her head at this unexpected sensation.
Cho had returned back to camp upon hearing noises, but simply rolled his eyes at Jane's antics before returning to his position. He figured that whatever the reason for why Lisbon was currently whacking Jane's arm, he probably deserved it.
Now, if the killer could come by just about now, they could wrap up this damn case and go home to a place where the temperature wasn't five degrees short of bloody freezing.