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It was dark by the time Grace looked up from her computer again. They had been working tirelessly for the last five hours and nothing had popped. She had helped Wayne-Rigby's she corrected herself-go over statements and look up different files for the rest of the team.

However, she was much more interested in watching her new boss and their consultant. The two had been bantering back and forth all evening, even after the man had gone back to sleep on his couch, not bother to help.

Lisbon was obviously at home with the boys. Something Van Pelt wish she had enough confidence for. But the sexual tension between boss and consultant were almost too much for the room limits.

"This is ridiculous," Lisbon growled, slamming another file shut and shoving in across the table away from her.

Jane popped up from the couch and came to stand behind Lisbon, looking over her shoulder, at another open file.

"When was the last time you ate, my dear?" he asked soothingly. Rigsby's head perked up at the exchange as he stretched in his chair.

"I had breakfast," Lisbon protested.

"Coffee does not count as food, woman. That's it, were going out for dinner. Now. Let's go." He grabbed her leather jacket from the chair and all but forced her to stand up from the chair.

"Jane," she said dangerously as he moved her hair out of the way. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

Rigsby chortled under his breath, but Van Pelt thought it was sweet. Cho's mouth upturned a little at the corners, but he kept looking over his interviews.

"I'm feeding you, Lisbon, you know something you're supposed to do yourself three times a day."

He pulled his own jacket on. "Well, Cho, Rigsby, Grace, are you all coming or what? I've heard the Chinese place down the road has great egg rolls."

Van Pelt watched Rigsby grin widely. "I'm in!"

*CBI*

The Chinese restaurant was busy as the team walked in. They were seated at a back table with dim lighting. Jane thanked the old Chinese woman in Chinese as they all sat down, Jane next to Lisbon and Van Pelt across from him.

"I didn't know you spoke Chinese, Jane," Rigsby said as he sat down next to Van Pelt.

"Of a little here and there," he said evasively. "Oh look Lisbon, eggrolls!"

Van Pelt hid a smile at his childlike excitement. "Okay, what's with Hicks and Dyson calling me Bert?" Rigsby asked after they had all ordered.

"No idea," Jane said with a shrug, messing with his newly delivered chop sticks.

"Boss, you're worked with Bosco before. I mean what is up with him and his team. It's like they are seriously out to get me."

"How would I know, Rigs?"

"You worked with Agent Bosco?" Van Pelt asked interestedly as she looked at her new boss.

"Back at the SFPD," Lisbon said shortly. "He and I were on the same team before I moved to the CBI."

"She means before Minelli stole her out from under them," Cho said with an eyebrow raised mysteriously.

The conversation was cut off by the arrival of their food and Van Pelt decided to forego chopsticks and settled on eating her slightly sauced chicken with a fork.

"Stole her?"

"Yeah. Convinced her to come and work for him at the CBI after she kept cracking all the SFPD cases too fast."

"Shut up, Cho."

Jane and Rigsby both smirked. "Hicks and Dyson call us Bert and Ernie. You know from the Muppets."

"You knew and you didn't tell me!" Rigsby said, frustrated.

"I knew it would bother you," Cho said shortly, taking a sip of water to wash down his rice.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"No. Ernie is the handsome, clever one."

Van Pelt watched as both Lisbon and Jane hid their smiles behind their noodles. Rigsby rolled his eyes. "I mean is a little professionalism really too much to ask? They act like they're in first grade with their stupid nicknames and pranks."

"Maybe you should call them Laa-Laa and Tinky Winky, you know from the teletubbies."

Even Cho smiled widely at that. For the first time since she had arrived at the CBI, she felt secure. It quickly faded as they began to run theories of the latest case.

As they talked, Jane stolen Lisbon's straw out of her tea and began twisting it. She simply rolled her eyes in response. She caught Grace's slightly confused look.

"If it keeps him occupied, he can have it."

She laughed and Jane winked at her.

She decided to go out on a limb and ask him a question that had been bugging her since they had met. "Mr. Jane, I have a question, regarding your previous career path," she asked politely, watching him for a reaction.

"Fire away," he said nodding, his hands still playing with the straw.

"When you met with other psychics, real psychics, did they know you were just pretending?"

"There are no such thing as real psychics," he said quickly. "Only people who know how to manipulate others."

She swallowed a mouthful of chicken and shook her head. "I beg to differ. My cousin Yolanda's a psychic."

Jane smirked and glanced at Lisbon. "Then she's either dishonest of delusional, or both," he said confidently.

Rigsby looked up quickly. "Hey—steady," he snapped towards Jane, who looked back at him unconcerned.

"No, he's entitled to his opinion. He's wrong though. She has power. She can communicate with the other side," Van Pelt said.

"The other side?"

She frowned slightly at his skepticism. "The Kingdom of God is a real place and you have an immortal soul."

"I do so hope your wrong," he said sincerely.

"That's enough, Jane."

Van Pelt's eyes leapt to Lisbon, who was watching the debate with a frown. Jane fell quiet, continuing to play with Lisbon's stolen straw.

For the first time since they met, Grace's eyes from the gold cross around her neck. She swallowed and turned back to her chicken.

Perhaps she and her new boss had more in common than she thought.