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Sorry for possible mistakes: English is not my first language, I learned it mostly from school and from reading stories on this site. If you find out some, feel free to let me know so I can correct them.
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CBI building. Break room.
Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt are sitting at the table, pen and paper in hand. They have a look of intense concentration on their faces.
Lisbon enters, acknowledges them with a smile and starts brewing a pot of coffee.
"Jack painter."
"Not good enough."
"Still better than Jean Patrick"
"Please! We had to start somewhere, right? Silence.
"Pecan jar kit."
"God! Does it even mean anything?"
"It works!"
"You're just hungry."
"Am not." Disbelieving glares. "Maybe a little. It is noon!"
"What's going on?"
"Oh boss... Do you remember this Carter guy? He pretended everyone's name got an anagram fitting its owner. Jane betted us we couldn't find him a good one before lunch."
"I see…"
"A pink jet car!"
"There's definitely some sort of… Hmm… Connection? When plotting?"
"Too farfetched. He'll only laugh in our faces." Sighs. A snort behind them, followed by some muttering suspiciously sounding like "Idiots"
"Do you have any idea boss?"
"Yes, I do." Evil smile, sparkling eyes. "It fits him like a glove." She fills her mug, starts walking to the door. "How strange it didn't cross your minds..."
Too focused on their boss's retreating form and words, they don't notice Jane arrival nor hear him gleefully announcing that time is up.
Confused, the consultant stares at her too, wondering what they are waiting for.
After what seems like hours, she stops briefly in the doorway and says, not without mischief:
"Captain jerk."