A/N: Mehhh, not much to say about this one. I looove truffles, and I just felt the need to incorporate them. You know, now that I think about it, this is the second food I like that I've stuck in here. My bad. =.=" Oh, and somewhere in the middle-ish, when Jane asks for a truffle the first time, he says "I can has one"; that is NOT poor grammar, that is an emphasis on his childishness and a vague reference to I Can Has Cheesburger. O.O;

Disclaimer: Ha, ha, ha. I own nothing. Except the truffles. Yum. :-)

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Teresa Lisbon was usually proud of her team. They quickly closed cases that would have taken the Narcotics people half their lives if their roles were switched. They had good team dynamics. They even brought coffee. But "usually proud" didn't quite cover Lisbon's mood that day.

Jane was sleeping, which wasn't abnormal but irritated her nonetheless. Rigsby had apparently had a bad Whopper, because he had spent half his time that day going to or from the men's room. Cho was reading a book instead of working, which again wasn't totally out of character but still annoyed her. Even Van Pelt, who was usually eager to please, had fallen asleep at her computer.

Lisbon considered her options.

She thought about throwing a fit, but immediately dismissed that as too childish. How many times had that done any good for her as a child? None. None whatsoever. Well, except for the time at the ice cream shop . . . She smiled briefly. A memory for another time.

She mulled over deducting from their pay, but rejected that too. Rigsby without money is Rigsby with no food, and working with Rigsby with no food is a dangerous place to be.

She brought several other options to mind but discarded them all. It was frustrating. It had been a frustrating week, and she was way too tired to deal with her team's laziness. However, since no one seemed to be alert… She leaned down subtly to slip a hand into one of her lower drawers. Her fingers quickly found the edge of a container; she opened it and withdrew a small foil-wrapped chocolate. With practiced fingers, she peeled off the crinkling wrapper and popped the truffle into her mouth. Mmm.

Some people preferred flavored fillings; Teresa Lisbon was a sucker for the traditional fudge. And when she could enjoy one of them, she remembered why: the thing was perfect. It melted slowly, the outer, hard chocolate dissolving first, then the inner fudge filling. No raspberries or apricots for her. Just chocolate. Perfection.

Eventually the truffle was gone, and only the taste remained. She forlornly dropped the foil into the trash bin on the side of her desk. There was a positive side to her team's laziness, she supposed. She only allowed herself to sneak a truffle when no one would see. Especially not---

"Hi, Lisbooon," Jane's tenor voice exclaimed, drawing out her name.

Never mind.

"So I saw you had some sugary stuff." His blue eyes were ridiculously childlike. She had never been good at resisting her nieces' and nephews' pleas for candy. "I can has one?"

Lisbon scoffed. "I don't eat 'sugary stuff.'"

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Chocolate, then," he corrected himself. "A truffle. Plain old sugar too juvenile for you?"

Lisbon glanced up at him. He was ruining her only self-indulgence. "What's your point here?"

Jane held out his cupped hand. "Can I have one?"

"No."

"Please?" Jane threw her a grin to top it off.

"No," Lisbon repeated, more forceful this time.

Jane's face dropped. "Not even if I asked pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?" he pleaded.

Lisbon pointed at the door. "Go."

"I purposefully replaced 'sugar' with 'cherry,'" Jane informed her, ignoring her instructions. "Because the usual saying is 'with sugar on top,' but since you seem to have a grudge against sugar, I replaced it."

"Now."

"You know, that really intrigues me. What did sugar ever do to you to get on your bad side?"

"Leave, Jane."

"I know. I bet you got on a sugar high once, and you did something embarrassing. But it would've had to be something really embarrassing. It makes me wonder. Did you try gymnastics and fall on your face?"

"Jane!"

"No, you would've managed it. You took gymnastics as a kid."

"Get out of my office!"

"Hmm. Maybe you tried to karaoke in front of your entire class, and the sugar high made your voice crack."

"Go! Now!"

"You know, it's not your fault. Plenty of kids' voices crack. You should move on. Sugar has nothing against you."

Lisbon smacked a heavy folder onto her desk, loud enough to break Jane's monologue. "I want you to leave. Now."

Jane held up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay. Calm down, woman." He looked out the door. "Oh, look, you went and woke Grace up. Will I have to go sing 'to myself' again to get her back asleep?"

Lisbon glared at him. "Do not put her back to sleep. I need my team working. And that includes you."

Jane grinned. "Don't I always?"

Lisbon scoffed again. "Uh, no."

Jane laughed lightly. "My work is keeping you and your team on their feet. Therefore, I am working. Now Grace knows to stay awake, and you are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."

Lisbon leaned over and smacked him on the arm. "Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? That's crap. Get out of my office." Her angry-face slipped into a smile as she sent Jane back to his couch. She would have to be more careful with her truffle fetish. Perhaps one of these days she might consider sharing a truffle with Jane . . . and then keep his company.