Okay, this fic will be a bit more lighthearted than the last. No case, no stalkers, no hostage situations. :) Not to say that it will be completely angst free, but happier. Definitely happier. Please pretend that any discrepancies make sense. It has not been read over at all so all mistakes are mine and feel free to point them out.
Chapter One: Unexpected Visitors (lol, slight homage to the fic by alittleinsane963)
Cho waited, listening through his cell phone to the ringing. Finally, the ring tone stopped and he heard a shuffling noise. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly before smoothing once he heard his boss's voice.
"Lisbon."
Strange. She sounded almost breathless. He shrugged. "Hey, boss. I know you have today off, but the DA needs you to sign off on something for the Waukee case. Can you make it in this morning?"
He heard a crash, followed by Lisbon's call of "Put that down!"
"Sorry about that, Cho. Yeah, I'll be in there in about forty-five minutes. See you then."
She hung up and Cho shut his cell, wondering at the commotion coming through the line. Unlike Lisbon, who was cool and controlled. She had sounded rather flustered, actually. Jane's voice carried across the room.
"You look perplexed, Cho. What's got the gears of your brain turning?"
"Perplexed? I don't look perplexed," Cho responded calmly. "I look like I look everyday."
Jane smirked. "That may be true, but your thoughts are still turning quicker than usual."
"What? Are you psychic now?" Cho's sarcasm was an endless source of amusement for Jane. Rigsby chuckled and Van Pelt rolled her eyes. Jane just grinned as Cho turned back to his work.
Forty-five minutes felt like forever to Jane. The office could be quite boring without Lisbon to rile up. He glanced at his watch in satisfaction. She should be there any minute. Maybe he could trick her into taking him for a coffee. He had to do something with his day. He couldn't wile it away on the couch—that was only fun when she was there to be annoyed at his lack of work ethic.
He heard movement heading down the hall toward the team's area and eagerly sat up. He had only seconds to prepare himself for the flying impact of a small boy. Barely catching the child (who seemed to be about four), Jane looked down on the dark-haired child in bewilderment.
Okay. Not quite who he was expecting. The child grinned at someone across from Jane and spoke. "Didja see? Perfect landing!"
Jane, arms still around the child, looked up to a vision he had never expected. Lisbon holding a child of about eighteen months. He knew that the rest of the team was staring at her in astonishment and, though it was rather predictable, he was pretty sure he was also.
The little girl she was holding had hair as dark as the child in his arms, but it hung in ringlets around her face—much the same way Lisbon's did if she didn't take the time to tame it.
"Um, Lisbon?" Jane asked. "Who are these children?"
Before she could answer, the toddler in her arms looked up at her with a huge smile. "Mama!"
The pronouncement caused silence in the bullpen, broken only when the small girl giggled proudly at her accomplishment.
Jane cleared his throat. "I hate to admit to any sort of incompetence, Lisbon, but apparently there are a great many things about you that I have missed."
