Hi! Mentalgal here! And due to a request for a humor fic I decided to writer one. here ya go, let me know if I should continue. And here's a warning. I suck at humour xD

It was a shoe. A shoe! How was he supped to know that the victim's shoe was worth over 250000 dollars? Yes is was real leather, and a real gold buckle, and yes, so there were some diamonds, but surely he wasn't expected to know these things? And what was with Hightower? Suspension? Seriously? He did not need to be suspended right now.

"Jane I already told you, go home. I can't change Hightower's decision." Lisbon said as she raced down the corridor, Jane following her like a puppy at her heals.

"But-"

"No more buts Jane, go home or I'll get someone to drag you there. You heard high tower, "Suspended until further notice." meaning you have to go home. Not hang around me."

With a pout-ridden face, the consultant crossed his arms like the child he always seemed to be, and stormed off... To Cho's desk.

"Hey Cho." Jane said, after peering over his shoulder to ensure Lisbon hadn't in fact seen him remain in the building.

"You're on suspension Jane. I'm not supposed to talk to you."

"Well that's a little exclusive don't you think?" Jane asked, pulling up a spare desk chair to Cho's desk, then sitting, legs crossed.

"It's the rules."

"And you've always been one to follow rules haven't you Cho." Jane said with a smirk, reminding him of his gang days, and of course, that Jane had full knowelege that Cho lied for Rigsby to LaRouche.

Cho looked at Jane, then back at his book. A few seconds later,

"Stop it Jane. I'll tell Lisbon."

"Stop what?"

"Watching me read."

Jane put his arms up in surrender, then as Cho turned back to his book, looked around for something a little more entertaining than a dead-pan Asian reading 'Wuthering Heights' for the billionth time.

A filing cabinet, boring. Window, boring. Complaint files, boring. Rigsby, hm... This could be fun.

Jane made his way over to Rigsby's desk, dragging the chair with him. Once comfortable, he made his attempt at conversation.

"So... 'Wayne'... Did your mother give you that name?"

Rigsby looked up from the files he'd been reading and stopped chewing on the chips he had in his mouth to think about the question. Before he got the chance to answer, Jane had continued.

"Coz I was thinking. Wayne rhymes with Jane!"

Rigsby finished chewing and turned to Jane, and with a quite voice he asked,

"Aren't you like - on suspension?"

This wasn't going to work. Lisbon wouldn't talk to him, Cho wouldn't talk to him, Van Pelt was out with Craig somewhere and Rigsby was trying to get Lisbon to like him so she would talk to Van Pelt for him. You could count on Rigsby to think up a crazy idea like that.

"Yeah... Yeah! I am!" Jane said in response.

Leaving Rigsby with a confused expression, Cho in his book and Lisbon hidden away in her office, Jane decided the complaints files might be more entertaining then he originally thought.

He made his way over to the boxes of banyalla folders of complaints, and soon enough found his file. Well, files. Well okay, so it was two and a half boxes. But he found his files, and began to read.

Let me know if I should continue, I appreciate feedback too, thanks!