The Old Team
Prompt: A new case sends the team off to San Francisco to work joint with the SFPD – and some old colleagues of a familiar face.
As per usual, I'm going into a new multi-chap fic with little more than a vague plotline and an optimistic spirit. I desperately need you guys' help for ideas and comments. PLEASE.
Disclaimer: None, nothing, nada… 'Cept the old team. They are all creations of my twisted imagination.
It was a bland, boring, normal Tuesday. The case was over, only paperwork left to spend their time on.
Jane was lying on his couch. He seemed to be dozing, but really he was just lying there, drowning in his own boredom.
Van Pelt was typing on the computer, presumably researching, but Jane knew by the way she held the mouse and dragged she was playing Solitaire.
Rigsby was munching on a pack of cheese curls, staring at Van Pelt longingly. Every once in a while when someone walked past the bullpen he'd jump slightly, startled, and pretend to be working on his computer.
Cho wasn't even pretending. He was reading his novel.
Then Hightower walked into the bullpen. "Afternoon everyone." She announced her presence with a polite smile.
There was a chorus of greetings and their eyes respectively lifted to meet hers – all except the member of the team who was pretending to sleep.
She calmly walked over to the couch and gave it a sturdy kick.
"Good afternoon, Patrick. You wouldn't know where Agent Lisbon is, would you?"
He looked up at her with (fake) weary eyes.
"Madeleine, did you honestly just rudely awaken me to ask me a question you could've asked anyone else in the room."
"Well, I'm terribly sorry I 'woke' you, Patrick, but I think we both know you weren't really sleeping."
He pulled a face and then pointed in the direction of the kitchenette. "Our fearless leader is taking a break from the pile of paperwork on her desk. She's in there having her fifth cup of coffee."
Hightower walked out of the bullpen.
The team craned their heads to see what was happening, but in vain.
"What do you guys think is up with that?" Rigsby asked.
"It's probably just a new case." Cho commented, not looking up from his book.
"That Hightower took the time to come give us personally?"
"Maybe Jane messed up again?" Van Pelt offered, shooting Jane a look.
Jane pretended to think deeply, then shrugged. "Nope, nothing recently."
Van Pelt rolled her eyes.
Lisbon then steamed into the bullpen.
"Guys, go home and pack your bags. We've got a case out of town. I'll meet you guys back here at four. That should be about enough time to get ready?"
"Boss, where are we going?" Rigsby asked.
"San Francisco."
"San Francisco?" Jane asked, sitting up.
"Yup, San Francisco."
"Lisbon!" She jumped a little at the sound of his voice. She was under the impression that the team has already left, that she was the only one still here.
"Jane, I thought you left already. You've only got a few hours to get ready before we leave."
He shrugs. "Meh, I'm easy when it comes to packing. I really wanna know what's got you so steamed up on going back to San Francisco."
"And what makes you think I'm steamed up?" She continued walking down the hallway, making him walk and talk to keep up with her.
"My dear Lisbon, steam was practically coming out of your ears when you came back from your little talk with Hightower. Now are you going to tell me what's up or are we going to do this the hard way?"
She sighed and the two of them entered the elevator. As the doors close she looks at him (Why haven't I ever noticed how soulful and green her eyes are?).
"The team we're going to work with on the case is the team I used to be on before I came to the CBI."
"And why is that a problem? Did you leave on bad terms?"
"No, we all got along really well. Well… most…"
"Most?"
"Never mind, Jane. It's really none of your business."
The elevator dinged and opened to the parking garage.
"No, no, no, no, no… You can't do that! Start telling me and then just stop!"
"Aw, ain't that too bad." She smiled teasingly (Why haven't I ever noticed how gorgeous her smile is?). "See you in a while."
She walked off to her SUV. As he watched her drive off, he couldn't help but be confused.
Why was he suddenly so curious on having her tell him about her old team? Why was he suddenly noticing just how attractive she really was? It wasn't like he hadn't noticed it before (he was a man, after all), but suddenly she was all he could think about. And not just in a Lisbon-y way either.
Shaking his head to clear his head, he walked to his blue Citroen. He has to go pack. Soon, he will be on his way to San Francisco with her and the team, where, hopefully, most of his questions will be answered.
All righty then! This will, obviously, be a multi-chap. Please review and tell me what you think!
All my love, Zanny :)
