I'll admit, after I saw the promos for Blood in, Blood Out, I decided to change the direction this was going in. However, I was very happy to learn that Cho's girlfriend is, indeed, a lawyer, so it goes perfectly with the scheme of things :)

Jane sauntered into the office, looking a bit annoyed. Until, of course, he saw me typing at my desk. "Oh, hello Cho," he said, smiling and giving me a little wave. "Am I correct in seeing that I'm not the only one Lisbon called to work on our day off?"

"Yeah," I said, not looking up from my notes. "Says there's a suspect coming in for an interview, and some legal business we've got to work on."

"Legal? I thought we already obtained the warrant to search the house last night."

"Yeah, but there was some fine print. Bits of legal flotsam and all that."

"You're finally here!" Boss stormed into the office, unsuccessfully trying to hide her distress. She stopped in front of us, deciding where to place us, then made her decision. "Jane, you're on interrogation with me; we'll see what can be extracted from this guy. Cho, you'll speak with the lawyer. Her name's Elise Han; make sure you communicate to her exactly what we need from her clients. I gave her a brief outline yesterday, but you're there to fill in the blanks."

Nobody had mentioned a lawyer when I got called in. Boss looked at me expectantly. What else could I do? I forced my head to nod, and she smiled in relief.

"Good! Come on, Jane, we've got an interrogation to do." Jane followed obediently, turning for a moment to wink and make a thumbs-up sign at me. This wasn't funny.

"I assume you're the agent who'll be speaking to me today?"

I turned around to see her several feet away from my nose. Drat, she was already here. Now that I was really looking up close at her, I admitted in my head that she wasn't as petite as I'd imagined. Yesterday she must have been wearing flats, for today she was almost taller than me.

"Um, yeah." It took all my self control to keep my sweat glands under control, but I somehow managed to lead her to one of the interview rooms and sit her down. While getting myself into the opposite chair, I snuck a glance at her face again. She hadn't smiled since we'd met, and it was a pity. Her face was nice and perfectly framed by her hair. Would have looked lovely with a smile.

When a guy's brain starts using words like lovely to describe a girl, you know that you're either falling hard or starting to go insane.

"Are we going to begin?"

I snapped back to reality, where Elise (great, now I was thinking about her on first-name terms) was staring at me expectedly. "Right," I replied, and delved right into things, answering all questions properly, explaining everything that she needed to know about, all the while never delving too far from my monotone. By the time she packed up her things and showed herself out, I was feeling pretty proud of myself.

Fifteen minutes later, I was about to pack my stuff and get ready to get home when I saw Jane frowning and holding a large black package. On a typical day I'd have raised my eyes to heaven and pretended that I'd never seen him, but the shape of the package looked familiar. As I got closer I realized that it was shaped like a guitar. Jane set it down on the floor, deftly undid the cover, and pulled out-big surprise-the nice acoustic from the dead guy's house.

"You know you're not supposed to steal evidence," I said, keeping my voice level while trying to figure out how Jane'd managed to sneak something as obvious as that out of someone's house, and with three specialized CBI agents keeping track of him too.

"Technically, it's not stolen," Jane said. "Apparently the guitar was left to our witness through the victim's will; paradoxically, though, he doesn't play. He said I could have it, so all that was left was for me to dig it out of my car boot and put a label on it." It was only then that I noticed the waterproof labels on his sofa, all ready to be pasted on the guitar.

"Still, Boss will have a fit when she finds out."

"Then this'll quiet her," Jane decided, and started crooning out an impromptu version of some Alanis Morrisette song. He was being too loud. Everyone was staring at us, and at me to stop it, but I decided to let that slide for the moment in order to listen to Jane's lyrics.

"I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful, so unloved for someone so fine.
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting, so ignorant for someone of sound mind."

"PATRICK JANE!"

Like the 50 other people on the same floor, Boss had heard. Unlike the 50 other people on the same floor, she was not smiling, or at least even chuckling in amusement. I should have anticipated that, though. If Rigsby and I couldn't sway her yesterday, there wasn't a chance that a public setting would.

"You're annoying everyone and making a racket. Put that thing back down and get back to-hold on, how'd you get hold of that so fast, anyways?"

Patrick smiled up at her in reply. Boss rolled her eyes. "You have no idea what will happen to me when word of this gets out. I do hope you're feeling very unsexy and ignorant right now."

"Only in front of you, my dear," Jane said, turning on his Aussie charm. A hint of a smile crept up onto Boss's face, and she quickly retreated into her glass box, probably to chuckle to herself.

"I'll do that famous Spice Girls song next time we're alone together at night," Jane muttered, placing the guitar back into its case. "She'd love that."

"You know you take full advantage of Lisbon," I said, helping him snap the case shut. "It's not like she's being nice to you or anything, it's that she can't help it. You're just manipulating her into letting you off easy."

"Well, of course. Manipulation and mind-reading's what I do best."

"So you'd just play this game with her, all for the sake of getting your way."

That set him quiet. Jane looked away for a few seconds, trying to replace the startled look on his face with one of composure. "I don't really manipulate her, you know," he said quietly. "A person can only be manipulated if she wants to."

"You're saying that Boss-"

"Yeah. But she's not going to admit it for a while, is she?"

A voice startled the both of us before I could catch the expression on Jane's face. "Excuse me? Mr. Jane."

Jane stood up and turned around, but all I had to hear was the slightly-uneven click of her heels to know who she was. She was still here?

"I heard you singing," she said, and to my slight horror, her mouth turned up in the hint of a smile. "That song's pretty nice, I have it on my iPod."

"Do you?" replied Jane, and then I knew. She'd already fallen for Jane's voice and ineffable charm. There was no way that she'd look at me twice after this.

Elise and Jane started chatting about things like music, guitars, and whatnot. Casually sliding over to my desk, I opened my laptop and checked my email, delving deep down into matters of business and forcing my ears away from their mindless chatter.

And it worked. Really well, in fact. I didn't even notice a thing until I looked up to see Jane frowning and tapping me on the shoulder, and Elise gone.

"Why'd you leave? I was just about to draw you into the conversation and then you upped and bumbled off to your mundane chores. She's a very nice girl, Cho. And she likes music, she'd be your type."

"What do you mean, my type?" I yelled, breaking my rule of cool and raising my voice. "If there's anyone she likes, it's you. Shoot, I can't even sing."

"You'll never know if you don't try." Jane looked directly into my eyes, and against my will, I felt myself getting a bit calmer. "And anyhow, she does notice you. She mentioned you just now, and you'd have looked up at her and looked back if you'd been anything more than a thick skull."

I stared at Jane mutely. "So?"

"So…" Jane rolled his eyes, turned away. "I suppose you're right, this could be a hopeless case for you. I had been planning something you could do, but since you're not interested, oh wells…"

He was killing me. I leaned over my desk, stared him square in the eye. "Tell me."

Jane raised his eyebrows and raised his hands in the air in defeat. "Alright, alright. It'll involve a bit of work, but near the end there'll be the possibility of self-humiliation. Think you're still up to it?"

Maybe it was the memory of her face, or the feeling of Jane coercing me again, or the nagging feeling that I knew I couldn't win without his help. But I nodded my head, and sealed my fate.

"Alright," Jane said quietly, glancing over at Lisbon's office. "Now, if you don't mind staying for longer, we can start tonight after everyone else goes home."

I thought of my Criminal Minds marathon. "Couldn't this wait?"

"No time. From what I've gotten from our witness, the case will be solved tomorrow. Then Lawyer Lady will come one more time, briefly, to get the rest of her papers settled. And if you don't act then, you might never see her again."

I bit my lip. "Fine."

"Perfect!" Jane's eyes darted across the office. Nobody seemed to be around, it being lunchtime and all. Slowly but surely, he opened the guitar case.

"Well, we could always start early. It'll begin with this, now, open your hands…"