A/N: Not sure where this came from but I thought Cho needed some loving. Really short one-shot. Maybe in the future, I might add on a few more. For now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Life is unfair.

May 18, 2009

May 18, 2009 – 2:32 p.m.

I know it's been three weeks since my last entry, but I have good reason for that. We were on the trail of another serial killer. Six victims in total. The guy claimed he was the prodigal son of Diablo. It was messy. I don't think I even want to go into the details this time.

This brings me back to why I'm writing today. I had submitted my part of the report hours ago and finished re-reading Frank Herbert's Dune. Quite frankly, for the first time in a long time, I was bored. Van Pelt and Rigsby were still busy working on theirs. Well, Van Pelt was, Rigsby was paying more attention to her than his work. He was staring at her again, like he was humping her with his eyes.

Then there's, Jane and Lisbon. Come to think of it, it's been awfully quiet around here.

Agent Cho stopped typing and looked up. Rigsby was still entranced by Van Pelt who seemed relatively unaware that she was being watched.

"Rigsby," Cho called out.

Rigsby jumped nearly three feet in the air. Van Pelt simply shot him a confused look.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," replied Rigsby, trying to act cool. "What do you want, Cho?"

"It's quiet."

"So?"

"Fifty bucks says Jane will do something stupid in the next two minutes."

Rigsby checked the clock on the wall. 2:35.

"You're on."

Nodding his head, Cho went back to his writing.

Normally you could hear the boss reprimanding Jane for putting comments in the report. One time he wrote the lyrics to 'Sex Bomb' in the margins, dotting all the 'i's with hearts. I personally thought it was funny. Minelli and Lisbon on the other hand thought otherwise. Maybe Jane is finally winning Lisbon over. Maybe. Trying to read into their relationship was proving to be difficult. It's hard to tell if their flirting and banter was more than just a front. On occasion, they definitely cross that invisible line, whether they're aware of it or not. In any case, I'm just glad I'm not on the cusp of an office romance. It's more fun looking in that being caught up in the middle of it.

God, it's so quiet. I think I'm starting to hear my own thoughts…

"Jane!"

Cho's fingers froze, mid-key, the expression on his face stoic as always. He looked down at his watch.

May 18, 2009 – 2:37 p.m.

Rigsby owes me fifty bucks.

Fin for now