Chapter 3: Cho

Well Thanksgiving was slowly approaching and both Rigsby and Van Pelt had been bothering the Cho the hold time about Jane. He had seen him earlier in the week at the supermarket. He was buying lots of groceries, and just seemed a little happier than normal. Was it a crime? Was he never supposed to be happy? The guy needed a break sometime.

He had decided to stop in a little fast food restaurant to get some chicken strips. He hadn't had any greasy food in a while and decided this would get his body ready for all that turkey he was going to have to consume. He saw the one and only Patrick Jane sitting in a back booth. He was nursing what looked like hot chocolate.

"Hey." Cho greeted him.

"Hey." Jane answered back.

"You do realize that you're the talk of the office?" he added. He knew the answer already but he wanted Jane to admit it.

"Yes, I'm sure by now Grace either thinks I'm the saddest thing she's ever seen or I'm finally lost my mind."

"So are you going to tell them what's going on?"

"No."

"Why not?" Cho asked crossing his arms.

"It's the holiday; I'm doing what folks do on the holidays. If they draw their own conclusions then it will be them with egg on their face." He smirked.

"That's what you're going for isn't it?"

"Maybe." Jane smirked.

"Oh I wish I could be there to see their faces." Cho smiled.

Jane knew that it must've been some kind of holiday for Cho to actually smile. Then again kids always did that to him. He turned to leave but smiled and looked under the booth where Jane sat.

A smiling cherubic face smiled back at him.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." The puggy little face smile back.

"I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving."

"You too." She giggled.

He smiled getting to his feet. Oh yes this would be classic, he wondered how the truth would come out. He indeed couldn't wait until this all played out.