Authors Note: Sorry about the long wait for the update. I know, usually I'm fast, but this other fic hijacked my head. It's dark, and evil, and if you like that type of thing you should totally read it it's called "The last person you would expect" and It wouldn't let me write anything else until I had not only put it down on paper so to speak, but also posted it. trust me, i tried not to. But that is beyond the point. Thanks to every one who read and reviewed, you all are awesome. And a very special thanks to Ebony10 for betaing this for me, she is amazing.

Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would not be working for barely more than minimum wage. It's very sad.

Chapter 7-The Party

8:00 on a Saturday morning and he was already awake. He'd promised a pool party and he was going to have one. He'd sent the housekeeper to the store for the groceries the day before, then told her to take the next week off as she'd been there all week watching Abby when he was out of town. Now he just needed to get cooking.

The plan was for steak, coleslaw and baked beans. He knew Lisbon loved his baked beans. She had them the last time the team had all been over for dinner. She'd raved about them, even asked to take some home. He definitely had to make them.

"Dad! Get up!" Abby called from downstairs. "You know it takes like 6 hours to cook those beans!"

He smiled and got out of bed. When he had told her that Lisbon was coming over today, she had literally jumped for joy. The fact that the rest of the team was also coming was just an added bonus.

It didn't take long for him to shower and change and the anticipation of Lisbon being there was enough to keep a smile on his face all morning. He knew it wasn't right, wanting to spend time with another woman, but she was just a friend. And the rest of the team was going to be there. And Abby just seemed to like her so much.

At 11:00 he started the coals. He knew it was the old fashioned way of doing things, but he just preferred the way charcoal grilled meat tasted. He had a rather expensive gas grill. He used it every time he cooked outside for his wife, but his real pride and joy was an industrial sized Weber kettle grill. The grills were just about ready when Rigsby showed up with Van Pelt.

"Car pooling to save on gas?" Jane teased.

"Well, Van Pelt asked for directions and you know how horrible I am with directions. So this was just easier." Rigsby answered.

"Sure. Of course it was." Jane said with a knowing smile on his face.

Cho was the next person to show up, not saying much more than to ask where he could change into his swim trunks. Jane loved the stoic Asian man—he never felt the need for extra conversation, which was nice on occasion.

"Dad, I thought you said Teresa was going to be here." Abby said at 12:15 when she had still not shown up yet.

"I'm sure she'll be here. Maybe she ran into traffic."

"Or maybe she got into a car accident or maybe she decided not to come. Or maybe—"

"Calm down, Abby. She'll be here. She's just a little late is all." Jane said, trying to sound comforting. He was getting a little worried himself. It wasn't like Lisbon to be late. As if on cue, the doorbell rang one last time.

"See. What did I tell you?" Jane said to Abby as she ran for the door.

"You're here! I was worried." Abby said, flinging the door open.

"Well, I knew your dad was going to forget dessert so I stopped at the grocery store on the corner and got a couple of watermelons." Lisbon said, coming into the house with a large watermelon in her hands. "Hey, Jane, you want to go out to my car and get the other one?"

"You got two that size? I think one would have been enough." Jane said, staring at the fruit that had to be as big around as Lisbon.

"Is Rigsby currently out in your backyard swimming and working up an appetite? Well than yeah, we need two." Lisbon said when Jane nodded his head.

"Good point. Why don't you leave that in the kitchen and we can cut it when the steaks are done."

Lisbon carried the watermelon into the kitchen and then walked out the backdoor. "Are you going to go swimming, Teresa?" Asked Abby, coming up behind her.

"Yes, I had planned on it. Are you?" Lisbon asked.

"Yeah, I just need to go change."

Lisbon nodded at the girl and watched her go back in the house to get in her swimsuit. Lisbon looked over at her team already in the pool. Cho was unsurprisingly swimming laps while Rigsby and Van Pelt were splashing around in the shallow end of the pool. Lisbon took off the clothes that she had worn over her bikini and began to apply sunscreen to her arms and legs.

"Want me to get you back?" Jane asked, coming up behind her and making her jump.

"Geez, Jane, you scared me. You shouldn't sneak up on people like that." Lisbon said, turning around to glare at him.

"Sorry. Do you want me to get your back?" Jane asked again, no hint of apology in his eyes.

"Sure." She said handing him the bottle and turning her back to him. He squirted some of the cold lotion on her back and began to rub it in. He loved the feel of her skin against his hands and found that he was spending more time massaging her back than he should. He smoothed the lotion on over her neck and shoulders and under the strap of her top. He worked down her back, getting closer to her waist, finding he was having a hard time concentrating.

Lisbon was trying to remain focused. This was Jane. She worked with him. She couldn't think of how nice his fingers were against her bare back or how much she wished that he could pay as much attention to other parts of her body. No, she couldn't think of that. His hands were getting lower and she knew she had to stop him before they got too far down. She didn't know if she could handle it if he got much lower.

"Thanks, Jane." She said, purposely keeping her voice light. "I think I'll go join Cho. Laps seem like a good idea." She didn't look him in the eyes as she took the lotion bottle away from him and put it with the rest of her stuff. Jane watched her go, finding it difficult to breath. She was his boss and he had just been wishing that they were alone and that she hadn't been wearing that incredibly revealing bikini. Oh, why couldn't she have worn a matronly one piece like Van Pelt had?

Of course, Van Pelt seemed to realize that Rigsby had feelings for her and wanted to halt the progression of them. Lisbon wouldn't know how she affected him. She would never even think about him in that way. She was the always professional boss. And he was married.