A/N—So, big shout out to kathiann, who inspired this, and the next two chapters. [*] = kathiann's star for awesomeness
Chapter Two
Lisbon was stuck between a rock and a hard place. And an even harder-headed consultant. Sometimes you just can't win for losing. They were going to pick up a hardened criminal that Jane had deduced as their murderer. Jane, in his "infinite wisdom," had figured it out by how a flower vase was arranged. Lisbon had just rolled her eyes. You can't make this stuff up! Maybe she should sell this craziness to television writers; they might be able to put something together with it…
Anyway, Jane had been insufferable, because he had been right, yet again. However, this time, Lisbon would not have the satisfaction of telling Jane to wait in the car like a two year old.
As they pulled up to the house, Lisbon gave Jane a warning. "If you screw up and die, it's your fault. Jane just gave her a blinding grin, and Lisbon had to suppress a smile of her own. She stepped out of the car, and started giving orders. "Van Pelt, Cho, go around the back. Rigsby, you're with Jane and I. We'll take the front. Once we're inside, Rigsby, Jane and I will take the ground floor. You two will take the upstairs," she commanded. Everyone nodded and fanned out. Jane drew his pocket knife, and the trio advanced. There was no response at the door, so Jane had to pick it. He opened the door, and they advanced in. After scoping out the bottom floor, they heard a scuffling from above. Obviously, Van Pelt and Cho were having a bit of trouble. The two agents dashed up the stairs, leaving Jane at the bottom. Louder scuffling ensued, and then there were shouts. The suspect pounded down the flight of stairs, right into Jane.
The consultant was knocked to the ground, and his knife skidded away from him. Instantly, Cho grabbed and cuffed the little bugger. Man, those agents could move fast!
Van Pelt helped Jane to his feet. "Nice tackle. For a consultant."
"Uhh… Thanks?"
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Back at the bullpen, Lisbon told Jane that he had done a fine job. With out him, they would've had an epic fail. Jane had almost taken the opportunity to rub it in, but he had just gone to make a cup of tea, and gave her one of his blinding smiles.
Which left Lisbon alone with her mind, in her office. And her mind kept whispering, "Admit it. You enjoyed having him here. And he was useful, too. Wasn't he?"
And she had to reply, "Yes, he was."
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You know, I can't remember the last time I wrote a one-shot and just left it. Oh, well, multi-chaptered fics RULE!
