Lisbon and Jane were bantering quietly in the break room, the laughter occasionally drifting over to Rigsby and Van Pelt, who were flirting playfully by Van Pelt's desk. Cho was reading anti sociably at his desk, throwing random comments at the flirtatious couple. Basically a normal day at the CBI for Teresa Lisbon's team.
"But if you've never tried coffee how can you know you hate it?" Lisbon asked teasingly, oblivious to the fact her whole team were watching the conversation
"Because it smells and makes you act like a firecracker" he replied, flashing his 100 mega-watt smile
"You think I act like a firecracker?" she specified through giggles, wandering over to Jane's couch.
"Yes. All firecracker-ey" he told her, jumping up and down, in obvious imitation of a firecracker.
Lisbon could hold it in no longer and collapsed on the old leather couch, falling about laughing, closely followed by a chuckling Jane. The rest of the team began laughing as well, so the whole room had a bubbly atmosphere that made them all feel lighter than air, even Cho was sniggering quietly in his corner.
Madeline Hightower was used to crying and fights, heck she was even used to people pulling guns on each other in this mad house that she called her workplace. But she was not used to the sight that was presented to her when she rounded the last corner to Senior Agent Lisbon's bullpen. Van Pelt was laughing so hard there were actual tears in her eyes; Rigsby's head was thrown back, his mouth wide open, laughing his heart out, Cho was chuckling to himself in the corner, which was a miracle within itself. But her eyes were drawn to the couple sprawled on the leather couch that had become Patrick Jane's. Lisbon's emerald coloured eyes were sparkling brighter than a flame, she and Patrick Jane were falling over each other with laughter. Literally, she saw the unspoken love for the other in them; a sudden pang of guilt struck a note in her heart when Jane began mercilessly tickling Lisbon. In seconds they had both tumbled off the couch, Lisbon landing on top of Jane. She cleared her throat and all noise ceased.
Lisbon sprang noiselessly, gracefully to her feet, embarrassed. Closely followed by a grinning Jane, he jumped humorously from one foot to the other; Lisbon bent her head, laughing quietly.
"Jane. Stop it!" she demanded, hoping to hold off a full blown laughing fit. "Make me." he retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Lisbon glanced over to him, attempting to give him a death glare, but it came out more pleading. He stopped; he would just have to annoy her later.
"Right, I know this sounds odd." She started. Lisbon was instantly wary "But can any of you dance?" she finished. Lisbon's heart thudded in her chest; she contemplated whether or not to say anything in the split second before Jane took matters into his own hands.
"Lisbon can! Lisbon can!" he exclaimed like an excitable child, jumping up and down and pointing at her with glee. She stood there with her mouth open, half formed words forced their way out
"Lisbon?" Hightower enquired