A/N: Okay, so this Chapter is written by me, Mentalgal, and I hope I got the character's actions to suit them! Also thanx to my parter-in-writing, Devon. (o: Read, Review, Enjoy xD

"But Lisbon, you KNOW he's good for it! Bring him in!"

"Jane, you know the deal! No proof, no arrest. I can't just walk in and arrest the guy because our consultant has a hunch that he may have committed the murder!"

Jane refused to leave Lisbon's side as they walked speedily through the CBI, Lisbon aiming to get to her office in order to find some proof to use against the, most likely, murderer.

Jane just didn't get it. Didn't he get that she literally couldn't arrest him without something to arrest him for? Lisbon opened the door to her office while Jane was still blabbering on about something to do with it "not being fair" and "Show some metal Lisbon" And to Jane's great surprise she shut it in his face.

Jane stared at the door in front of him. Gosh, Lisbon could get so moody sometimes! If he hadn't jumped back in time the door would have hit him in the nose! Hit him in the nose… that was it! All he had to do was pester Dronam, he who Jane knew was the murderer, enough to get him to punch Jane, in front of Lisbon, so she could arrest him on assault charges! Oh, what a wonderful mind he had!

Lisbon sat in her office with her forehead resting on her left hand, which was supported by her arm leaning on the corner of her desk dangerously. Lisbon knew Jane was right. And, she also knew that she had absolutely naught to hold Dronam on.

"LISBON!"

Lisbon jumped at the sudden entry to her office, and as doing so she accidentally moved her arm just far enough for her head to collide with her desk. She immediately brought her head up and clutched the already bruised skin with her hand as her gaze moved up to Jane.

"Woah Lisbon, you okay?" He rushed over to her side and as she moved her hand off her head and he looked at the small bruise with concentration.

"Whatever Jane. What the hell do you want?" her eyes followed his as he stood up and moved from the side to the front of her desk.

"I think we should go see Dronam." He said, a small but visible smile added to his already irksome expression.

"Why."

"Because."

"Why."

"Because."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Lisbon."

"Jane."

"Please?"

"Why?"

"Because."

"ARRRGGGHHH! Seriously Jane, why?"

"I just want to."

"FINE. Take Van Pelt. She knows the way."

"But I want you to come."

"Why?"

"Because."

"FINE."

Lisbon got up, fuming with anger, grabbed her coat and marched out of the office, once again shutting the door in Jane's face.

Not long after though, he was at her tail once more. They went in Jane's Citroen, purely because Lisbon was too annoyed, irritated and simply irked by him that she couldn't be bothered arguing.

Maybe Jane shouldn't have annoyed Lisbon so much. He didn't mean to make her THIS irked.

They arrived at Mr. Dronam's house within approximately ten silent, uncomfortable minutes. They stepped inside through the open door.

"Mr. Dronam?" Lisbon called out into the house, "CBI. We have a few follow – up questions for you."

Jane noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He turned around just in time to see Dronam pointing a gun at him.

"Lis-"

BANG!

Jane's arm felt like it was on fire.

He looked around, and couldn't see Lisbon anywhere. He put his right hand over the wound on his left upper-arm. It must just be a graze. He stood up, and, clutching his arm tightly as it bled, rushed out the front of the house, following yells of, "CBI! Put the gun down!" then there was a thump, and then Lisbon came out from behind a fence with Dronam handcuffed. "You're under arrest for assault of an officer of the Law. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…"

Although his arm was burning, Jane couldn't help but smile at the petite figure of Teresa Lisbon in total control of the hulking mass of villain. He chuckled to himself.

Once they were back in the CBI, Jane was all bandaged up, and occasionally whining with a – "Rigsby could you get Lisbon to make me some tea, my arm hurts too much." But after a while he realised he was never actually going to get that cup of tea, and got up off his couch to get it himself. One handed, of course.

Grace came out of interview room 4 with a satisfied look on her face as she strolled into the kitchen.

"Oh hey Jane, let me get that for you. Grace walked over with a spring in her step and reached up to the shelf where Jane kept his favourite tea bags."

"Why thank you Van Pelt, at least someone cares around here." He observed her body language.

"Ah," he said, satisfied by his analysis of the junior agent, "You got a confession."

"Even better," she continued, "I got a confession and a clue. Well, not really a clue, but he said he wanted to see you, because he could only give you this clue."

"Ah, okay. Room 4?"

Van Pelt nodded.

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