This is a short one, but it greatly amused me! Thanks to CORA for the phrase :D I'm going to take a brief break from this story for a few days, because I REALLY need to update 'And the Mighty Will Fall'. I've totally ignored it… Ooops! This one's been too much fun, so I've been more apt to play with it while I can! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, and keep those suggestions coming! I can't believe it's gotten over 100 reviews! WOW! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

Seven

Virgil Minelli thought he had seen everything. After all, he had raised a son and a daughter who were ridiculously rambunctious growing up. He couldn't believe they already had children of their own. His kids had been into everything-always trying to one-up the other. He practically had a scrapbook of every embarrassing moment that just about matched the hospital bills in his checkbook. Nothing else would ever surprise him. At least, that's what he thought before today.

It had started out as a relatively normal day. His morning was filled with analyzing reports and memos, and as usual, the majority of them detailed actions of Lisbon's team. At least they were interesting, he decided with a shrug. The antics of the prestigious team would make a great television show. He bent his head to sign another form when a flash of white caught his eye. Looking up, he tried to hold a stern expression as Kimball Cho passed his office covered in feathers.

He narrowed his eyes as he tried to find any rationale as to why the serious interrogator would be covered in down feathers. He shook his head and returned to his paperwork. He must be imagining things. A few minutes later, he heard squeaky footsteps. Wayne Rigsby and Grace Van Pelt rounded the corner. Both were soaking wet, and he vaguely wondered if he was dreaming. When he rubbed his eyes, they were gone.

He frowned as he studied the wet footprints glistening on the floor and was about to call for a 'Wet Floor' sign when his phone beeped signaling an incoming message. It was from Teresa Lisbon. A faint grin crossed his face as he flipped open his phone. It was human nature to be curious after all!

Boss- I promise I'll explain everything in detail. Let's just say Jane angered the villagers. Apparently the small community is very creative when they want people to leave.

Minelli stifled a smile as he rose to his feet and headed to the bullpen. He saw a faint reflection of the blond consultant who was covered with paint and glitter. He couldn't see Lisbon, but he wished he had a camera. The team looked like they had been attacked by kindergartners. He was about to enter the room when Lisbon's voice rang out.

"Jane! Just go in my office and take your pants off," the woman ordered. "You'll only make it worse if you touch it!"

"Good god, woman! Are you this bossy in bed too?" Jane replied and a loud thud echoed through the hallway. The other agents burst into raucous laughter.

"I work with children," Lisbon muttered.

"Well, we do look like we tried to bust a craft store," Cho grumbled.

Minelli pressed his lips tightly together to keep from laughing. With an idiotic grin, he turned and headed back to his office. He honestly had never met two people who were so dense. Oh well, the debriefing could wait till later. He smirked and his secretary gave him an odd glance. For Jane, the debriefing could begin right now.