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Patrick Jane lay with his hands behind his head on his couch at the CBI. It was a boring day for him, and had been all week - he liked having cases; puzzles; riddles to occupy his mind. But currently it seemed that the emotionally unstable psychopaths of California were going through a dry spell, as they had not received any note of a homicide for quite some time. Although he could not deny that this was obviously pleasing and positive news, the fact remained that Patrick Jane was bored.
He opened his eyes a fraction to scan the room for the rest of the Homicide team. Van Pelt and Rigsby were out of sight, and no doubt in the kitchen; keeping their professional distance, as far as the likes of Hightower were aware.
Cho, was, as usual, buried nose-deep in a novel. Jane could not see the title of the book from where he rested, and this disappointed him - Kimball Cho was an inexpressive, yet lovable social enigma that fascinated Jane, and he would have liked to gain insight from his literary preferences.
Jane could see Lisbon through the gaps in the blinds that covered the windows to her office. She was annotating some form of paperwork, and had that intense look of concentration on her face that Jane secretly found quite endearing, not that he would ever admit it.
All of a sudden, his silent musings were disrupted by approaching footsteps that stopped just short of his couch. Jane fully opened his eyes to see a tall, dark haired, quite good looking man that he did not recognise looking down at him questioningly.
"Can I help you?" Jane enquired, without moving an inch.
The stranger paused, and then decided against making any reference to the couch or Jane's position upon it. Instead he cut straight to introducing himself, and held out his hand. "Hey, I'm agent Millar - I just transferred up to Narcotics yesterday from SFPD. It's nice to meet you."
Jane was slightly taken aback by this friendliness. He and many other CBI employees were well aware that most agents from Narcotics were a rather unsociable bunch at the best of times. Nevertheless, he found this refreshing and so he stood and shook the hand of the new agent.
Before Jane had a chance to respond verbally, agent Millar spoke again. "Sorry to seem upfront, but am I correct in thinking that Teresa Lisbon is head of this team?"
The mention of Lisbon's name without the official and professional prefix of "agent" sparked a pang of emotion in Jane that he was not sure that he, himself could identify. It was a mix of curiosity and suspicion mostly, and a few other feelings he was unsure of. However, he did not of course display even a flicker of this upon his face, and simply replied "Yes, that is correct…in fact here she comes now." Lisbon's office door opened as his last words were spoken, and the woman herself was making her way into the bullring.
She placed some files down next to Cho, who was half-heartedly eyeing the new visitor, seemingly out of interest to how he would react to Patrick Jane - the infamous CBI "psychic". She glanced in the direction of his gaze, and then recognition flashed in her eyes as she properly took in agent Millar.
"David?" She asked, happy, but not quite believing her eyes.
"Hello again, Teresa." A wide grin broke across his face as she started towards him, and they embraced in a reunion of old friends.
Jane still stood next to them both, rendered confused and bewildered by Lisbon's sudden display of affection towards this stranger. Cho smirked at Jane's strained expression, which this time he could not even attempt to conceal.