Hey people! I'm not dead yet (still have to finish my other fics before hee) but going through that certain period in scholarship where you need to prove to teachers you ARE a capable student (…which I am not but I can still try :p) aka EXAMS. Last one is tomorrow so free-time is soon back :D!

Anyway, here is a short thing I wrote between 2 exams (my head was about to blow…I had to do something :p) inspired by a weird dream (again). Just pointless (attempt of) humor :3

And thanks to my half-beta again! (What would I do without you, I wonder xD)

Hope you like it (won't blame you if you don't :3)

The Frog

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Jane had messed up again. And this time, he had screwed up badly. The previous night, Lisbon had been so angry she hadn't even found the words to insult him and scream about how irresponsible and stupid he was, and how wrong the situation could have turned out and how much hassle Hightower would have dealing with the aftermath of his garbage, and Lisbon could already see herself being summoned to her boss' office to be informed that she was fired and yadda, yadda, yadda…

In fact, had he not been so… fascinated by the consequences of his actions, he would have made a smart comment on her turning blue and struggling to articulate her exact stream of thoughts. She didn't need to voice them though. Her desire to shoot him on the spot, then resurrect him to shoot him again and again was very, very obvious. But still, it wasn't his fault if the manager of the café had run from the backdoor with a gun when he understood he had been caught, neither was Jane guilty of… not saying the gun had no bullets. He had just forgotten to inform Lisbon that he had taken them off a little earlier. It had ended up with the culprit to be shot in the shoulder, falling backwards in a pound and accidently crushing a poor duck.

Animal Rights representatives, who had been nearby at the moment, had made a fuss about it and the lawyer had scolded about shooting at a harmless man. The blond shrugged to himself. A poor duck had to suffer from unconsciousness a few hours, and so what? And the lawyer's crap; harmless? What if the gun had been loaded? Who cared if the madman was shot? He deserved it anyway.

Well anyway, it had mattered to a lot of people and now Lisbon was paying the consequences. So now, he had to make up for it. Knowing a grin or an origami figure wasn't going to put him back in her good side this time, he had decided for a more… material approach. Jane secretly hoped she was going to enjoy this, because he found it would be a very original way to make up with her.

A quick glance around informed him that the team hadn't arrived yet. Afar, he could see Lisbon's frame, leaning over her desk and filling paperwork. One last check on his bribery and he crossed the few meters that separated him from the senior agent's door. He pushed it open and sneaked his head inside. As expected, she was still paying attention the task at hand and barely reacted to his presence.

"Lisbon?" he called. She didn't reply. "Lisbon?" her eyes were still focused on the papers to fill, but he could almost see a vein pulsing on her forehead. "Lisbooo…"

"Jane." she snapped to eventually acknowledge his presence. The blond man took it for an invitation and stepped inside. She didn't react further though, her attention back to her work. A few awkward minutes ticked by before he eventually gathered up the guts to open his mouth again.

"I'm sorry."

Her answer was immediate.

"No, you're not."

"I'm sorry I upset you" he added, insisting on the 'you'. He had made clear he didn't give a damn on Mr. Anderson –or the poor duck's- fate. But she was much more important. She raised her head and glared at him.

"I'm not upset, I'm angry." Oh yeah, he realized with a wince, given her tone, she sure was. "Go back to your couch and don't bother me today, I'm not in the mood."

"But I brought you an apology present Lisbon" he whined. Once again, he was rewarded by a glare.

"A paperfrog isn't going to make it better."

"I know. That's why I bought you the real thing this time."

Lisbon frowned at his words. Jane handed her a jar she hadn't noticed he had been carrying all this time and put it on her desk. After a closer look, the agent popped her eyes wide in shock. Something green was in the jar. Something green, breathing, and eyeing her with a big, dark shinning eye.

"You bought me a frog?"

The amphibian cawed loudly. Lisbon almost jumped out of her chair. Jane grinned.

"The usual paperfrog wouldn't work, so I bought you a real one. It's called Bertie. Do you like it?"

The woman stared at him in disbelief and narrowed her eyes. The blond man's smile faltered immediately.

"Bring it back from wherever it came from."

"I… I can't Lisbon, the pet shop…"

"The hell I care about the pet shop! Bring it back right now!"

"You know what, I think Hightower mentioned I should take a few days off…" he started, stepping closer to the door.

"Jane!"

Too late. With a last grin, the blond man disappeared from her office and shut the door close. Lisbon sighed dryly and turned back to the frog, wondering what had crossed her consultant's mind.

Bertie merely stared blankly at his new mistress, and cawed again.

Liked it? Didn't like it? Please let me know :3

It might turn into a 3-shot…I think I forgot to mention it up there…

Anyway, thank you for reading :D!