A/N: What can I say I was feeling creative! Not mine sadly. Enjoy.

All Agent Teresa Lisbon wanted was some time to complete some paperwork so she didn't have to stay all night to get it done.

She was given eight minutes before a head popped in to interrupt. A blond, curly head with an impish smile to be exact.

"Hey, Lisbon?"

She growled at her consultant, Patrick Jane. "What?"

"I'm running to the store to get some tea. Do you want anything?"

"Some peace and quiet, perhaps?"

They were not British but the only way to describe his smile was cheeky. "How about you settle for some Tylenol for your headache."

"I don't have--" she started but he was already gone. Then her head started hurting. Damn him! She rubbed her head and pressed onward to complete the tedious task.

She managed a few more reports being singed off before a commotion caught her attention again. Seeing the back of the familiar head she threw her pen down and stormed into her team's bullpen. "Damnit, Jane, why is thirty minutes too much to ask for?" She came face to face with the man only to falter and blush. The man was not Patrick Jane. "Oh, God," she said, mortified. "I'm so sorry."

The man smiled, looking amused. "No troubles, miss," he said in a slight Irish brogue.

She straightened to her full height and held out her hand. "Agent, actually. Agent Teresa Lisbon."

He took it. "Shea Malone."

Her hand felt slightly warm as she shook with the man. He was six feet and some inches, had blond tousled hair, and bright piercing eyes. Lisbon peered at the other female on the team, Grace Van Pelt, to see she was smitten. Kimball Cho was looking at the man with slight interest while Wayne Rigsby looked like he wanted Malone dead- probably due to the fact of Van Pelt's reaction. "This is my team. How can I help you, Mr. Malone?"

His beautiful smile widened and Lisbon could have sworn she heard Van Pelt sigh. "How about you call me Shea so I can call you Teresa."

Lisbon lifted an eyebrow. Smooth. "How about you tell me what you need and I'll point you in the right direction," she suggested.

Malone shrugged his broad shoulders easily. "I am to understand Patrick Jane works here."

She froze. She didn't remember the man but Jane was so proficient in pissing people off she wasn't actually surprised at him being there but in how he was able to get by security. "While I know that our consultant can be a bit blatant with his methods as his supervisor I would like to say his unorthodox behavior is backed by a high success rate. Please accept my apologies."

He chuckled. "You sound like you have to say that quite a lot. Is it a bother for me to wait?"

"That's Jane's couch," Van Pelt said, helpfully.

"Thanks, love."

Rigsby was practically glowering. Lisbon felt it was time to leave. "I'll just check on what's keeping Jane."

"Do try to keep my identity a secret, lass. 'Tis a surprise, you see."

Lisbon gritted her teeth until she was behind her closed office door. "I'll show him 'lass'," she muttered as she used her speed-dialed for Jane.

His voice was smug. "Couldn't leave you more than ten minutes, huh, Lisbon."

"Kiss my ass," she retorted.

"Did we get a case?" he asked.

"No," she said as she tried to look at the man without being noticed. "But you're needed back here immediately."

He gasped. "Did Rigsby finally ask Van Pelt out? Are we going to have little RigPeltlets?"

She couldn't help but laugh. "No! But if you aren't here soon the guy Van Pelt is making cow eyes to is going to be Rigsbified."

"You expect ME to step in front of a jealous Rigsby. Not on your life. But I would like to see the 'fying'."

"He's asking for you," she told him.

"Huh! I always pictured Cho as his second."

"Not Rigsby! This Malone guy. He is waiting for you."

"Malone?" he asked sharply. "Are you sure?"

She blinked. "I think so. What's the matter? Are you in trouble?"

His voice warmed again. "Aw, Teresa, it almost sounds like you care."

She bristled. "When will you be here to handle this?"

"I'm in the elevator right now."