You know when you have an idea in your head and it just won't go away? Here's one of my many!
It was a normal day at the office. Cho was sitting at his desk looking at cold case files, trying to find new leads. Van Pelt was seated in her chair, typing quickly and flipping through various windows she had up on her computer screen. And Jane? Where else would Jane be, but faking sleep on his couch? Rigsby was in the kitchen, looking behind him before grabbing one of the small containers of yogurt that Lisbon had told him to leave for other people to eat.
Lisbon watched Rigsby from her office as he pulled the yogurt out of the drawer and exited her office to catch him red-handed. Unfortunately, he saw her coming and quickly threw it back into the drawer. She walked past the kitchen door and said knowingly, "I saw that, Rigsby!" and continued on into the bull pen. Rigsby made a confused face only he could pull off before closing the refrigerator door and heading back to his desk. Jane smiled from his couch, having heard the entire exchange.
"Do we have anything new?" Lisbon asked to no one in particular.
"A virus that refuses to be fixed!" Van Pelt said angrily as she clicked her mouse with more force than necessary.
Lisbon frowned when no one else had anything to do. She wanted to keep busy, and they hadn't done anything for the past four days. It was beginning to drive her up the wall.
"Hey, Van Pelt," Cho said suddenly, "could you tell me who Robert Strecker is?"
"I would," Van Pelt snarled, "but my computer is being a bit… challenging at the moment."
"Yeah," Cho said without any emotion, "but don't the databases still work?"
"No!" Van Pelt snapped and glared at Cho, "Nothing is working!" She turned her attention back to the screen and cursed at it. "Useless piece of junk! It froze!" She punched the off button on the tower and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed. "This is your fault," she said to Cho.
"My fault?"
"Yeah! I would have been able to keep it from freezing if I didn't have to look up at you!"
"I didn't make you look up." Cho shrugged before returning to his files, throwing the one with Robert Strecker to the side to look at again once the computer was functioning.
Lisbon rolled her eyes at her colleagues and retreated to the small kitchen for coffee.
Jane got up off his couch, his internal clock telling him that it was time for a cup of tea. "You know," he said to Lisbon as he set water to boil, "if you wanted to do something you could finish that report that you've been putting off."
Lisbon showed no reaction. She wasn't surprised Jane knew. But she was going to continue putting that report off until she couldn't anymore. The last case had hit her hard and she needed time to cool off before returning to it.
Jane looked back into the bull pen and chuckled as he watched Van Pelt shake her computer screen in annoyance.
"What?" Lisbon asked. She couldn't see the junior agent from where she was.
Jane sat down at the small table with his tea. "Van Pelt is just being frustrated."
Lisbon sat down at the table as well and looked into the bull pen in time to see Van Pelt hit the off button again. "Maybe it's time for a new computer."
"No it's not." Jane smiled mischievously.
The agent looked the consultant in the eye. "You didn't!"
"Didn't what?" Jane said innocently.
"You did! Jane! Why would you mess up the computer? What if we needed it?"
"Lisbon!" Jane feigned being hurt, "It pains me to have you accuse me of such a thing!"
Lisbon stood up and put her empty cup in the sink. "Go and reverse whatever you did to the computer!" she demanded before leaving the kitchen and heading back to the bull pen.
Patrick Jane smiled. Van Pelt would be angry at him, sure. But he'd broken the monotony of the day. She'd get over it.
He strolled back into the bull pen, over to a certain angry red head. "May I?" he asked politely.
"I guess it can't be messed up any further!" Van Pelt fumed before rolling her chair away.
Jane smiled again and hit a few keys. The computer screen went black, then came back up, fully functioning.
"Jane!" Van Pelt whined angrily.
His smile only got bigger before he flopped down on his couch.
The junior agent took a couple of minutes to take deep breaths and calm down before turning her attention to Cho. "What was that name you wanted me to look up, again?"
While Cho and Van Pelt conversed across the bull pen, their boss picked up a file off of Cho's desk.
Jane opened his eyes suddenly and looked past the entrance of the bull pen. He could hear someone… probably two someone's singing, and getting closer.
"I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee! Won't Theresa be so proud of me?" the voices sang, sounding very faint. A smile started to creep up on Jane's face. The voices were getting louder faster. "I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee! Ouch! It stung me!"
Jane looked over at Lisbon. He could tell that she heard the last bit of singing, but didn't know what to make of it and ignored it, figuring it to be a drunk suspect, maybe. But her demeanor changed as soon as the second verse began.
"I'm squishing up my baby bumblebee! Won't Theresa be so proud of me?"
Lisbon's head shot up. She sucked her cheeks in slightly, and her knees buckled. She turned her head towards the source of the noise. "Oh, no!"
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