CAUTION: This chapter includes singing Cho! Try singing along with the original version of the song, I hope the lyrics fit in alright :P

I hope you enjoyed this fanfic, just as I enjoyed writing in Cho's POV. Someday I might want to do something in first person again; it's just so fun getting into character's heads. Thanks for following so far! By the way, song lyrics in the fic so far are credited to Sara Bareilles, Alanis Morrisette, the Spice Girls and Jason Mraz.

I spent all my after-hours, breaks and lunchtimes that day under Jane's tutelage, learning bits like holding the guitar properly, getting it to sound right, and hitting high notes with my throat. Occasionally Van Pelt or Rigsby would drift over to see how I was getting along, but I don't think they ever guessed the real reason why I was taking up guitar. To put it bluntly, I still wasn't sure how this was going to help me either. Likely the only thing keeping me on it was faith in Jane, that he knew where he was taking me.

It was nearing 5 o clock. Wayne and Van Pelt were already out, setting the big Mentalist trap, and in less than an hour we were scheduled to meet them and catch the real killer. Thoroughly standard Jane procedure, except that while we were waiting, he wasn't reading a book or making offhanded remarks to the crook, hoping to lure him into the trap. Instead, I was sitting on the sofa trying to follow Jane's lead while he taught me the chords for the 'perfect' song to sing to Miss Han.

"Kimball, you're getting it all wrong. Start again." Jane waved his hand around in his pettish girly way, sighed and forced me back to the beginning. I tried again, but the clock's slowly moving hands distracted me and I messed the lyrics up, saying the word "busty" instead of "busy".

"It's not going to work," I said, heaving the stupid guitar off my lap. "It's almost time for us to go. Besides, I hate this song."

Jane looked offended. "It's the perfect love song; it flatters your otherwise flat voice, praises her on how precious and beautiful she is, and has the words I love you baby. She'll fall for you in an instant and then you'll be together just like that." He snapped his fingers together for emphasis.

I gave him my deadpan glare. "Maybe for some other girl it's perfect, but not her. She's smart; she won't fall for flattery. I'm not a born singer, either, so it doesn't matter if my voice is flat. It's been all my life."

Jane fell silent, just looking at me, then down at his shoes. It was the first time I'd seen him quiet when someone else talked back to him, and for some reason, it was kind of scary. The feeling soon turned towards awkwardness, and I quickly set down the guitar and headed to the men's room to splash my face.

I cupped my hands under the cool stream of water, bringing it up towards my face and dunking it in. There was no way I was going to let myself think in terms of what the hell was I thinking. That'd be acknowledging defeat, and could potentially keep my mind distracted during the arrest at 5.

Sighing, I blotted the water off my face with a paper towel and left the men's room, the door swinging heavily shut behind me. For the last few days I hadn't felt like myself at all-and for what? Some random girl who stepped into my life? This was insane. She wasn't even cute, she was more than that. And I hated the fact that even though I'd only talked to her for about thirty minutes of my life, I wanted to know more about her every time I thought about her.

It took me a while before I actually stopped in my tracks and forced myself to realize that it wasn't the situation that was insane, but me. Guitar lessons, weird fantasies-I'd even gone so far the previous night as to pick up a romance novel from the grocery store. Up till now, my classic Cho style had been cool, calm, and straight faced. And now, with Rigsby in his own romance-identity crisis and Jane being a lovestruck pain in Boss's ass, I couldn't let myself lose to them by suddenly flaunting my own interest in matters of the heart.

"Cho! Jane says it's time to go. We're going to meet Van Pelt and Rigsby at the house; they set the trap just like planned."

I turned and followed Boss down the hall, purposely avoiding Jane's eyes as I strode past him.


After the arrest was made and everything was taken care of, Rigsby and Grace were dismissed. I, unfortunately, had to go back and organize the case files. It'd been the Fish Tank guy, after all, which meant that I'd have to go back and rearrange evidence to support the fact that he was guilty. Not something that anybody enjoys doing-but then again, if you're working with Jane, it's no surprise.

Talking about Jane. I'd opted to sit in the coffee room with my laptop instead of in the bullpen, where I could watch them through Boss's window. Obviously, the blinds were shut, but she'd never realized that if you looked at them through a certain angle, you had a perfect view of everything going on inside. In this case, it was Jane sitting on her sofa, singing a rendition of Wannabe.

What do you think about that? Now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love, are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Personally I'd have slapped Jane by now. If sung by a girl, the song's sexy; when sung by a guy, it's just masochist. For some reason though, Boss was smiling. Maybe there was something about 40-ish blonde men who sang pop songs with a guitar that turned her on.

After a while I realized that I couldn't hear them any more. Maybe they'd finally hooked up on the floor, or fallen to conspiring about something together. I walked out of the coffee room and scanned the bullpen. Nobody was there; Boss and Jane had gotten up and gone somewhere together. The guitar had been brought out, and was now lying deserted on Jane's sofa. I rolled my neck a bit, felt the crick. Maybe it'd be good to relax.

I settled down on the sofa, got a feel of the guitar, and played the few chords that Jane had taught me. Something in them clicked, and I was reminded of a song I'd heard several times on Youtube. I'd memorized most of the lyrics, and knew the song. Maybe I'd take a stab at it. Carefully filling my lungs with air, I tapped a few beats on the body of the guitar, and then started to play.

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment baby sing with me
I love peace for melody
And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved…

I skipped over some of the lyrics that I couldn't remember, and fumbled over the parts that were a bit hard to play. Sometimes I'd mess up, but I blundered through it anyways. This was for fun, after all. No audience, no strings attached, and definitely nobody commenting on how 'flat' my voice was. As time wore on and nobody showed up to bother me, I made up my own spoofy lyrics to fill in for the ones I couldn't remember. In the end I just sang those, swinging myself off the sofa and pretending I was some hot Spanish singer. No wonder Jane thought this sort of stuff was fun.

294-OIP, I don't know what I'm sayin',
I never thought I'd fall for buttocks bigger than heaven,
It's not like that matters, though,
At least not to Kimball Cho,
Your eyes are way more pretty,
And your head so much smarter,
I'll bet you've never ever put your head where your heart is,
But Elise, that's where I hope,
You'll change your mind the most,

So I won't hesitate, no more, before
My time runs out. I'm yours,
And though you won't hear this song,
hope I'm not wrong
When I decide I'm yours…

…I'm yours, Elise.

I sang this song twice, all the while beating my guitar, going off key, and doing the occasional hip-swivel. In retrospect, it might have been wise to turn my head back occasionally, instead of sitting with my back turned to the rest of the room, but then again, if I had, I would never have experienced what happened next.

I finished the chorus one more time and whispered the 'I'm yours, Elise' part before swiveling around to give a bow to my imaginary audience. Except that it wasn't imaginary. She was there-294-OIP, Elise Han, Buttock Lawyer Lady, whatever you want to call her. Her eyes were huge, and she was staring straight at me.

A million different words filtered through my head at that instant, but the only one that came out was a soft, breathy "Shoot". Through the corner of my eye I saw Jane and Boss covering their laughs and scurrying off down the hall. Damnit. Of all the immature things Jane and Lisbon could have done, they had set me up! How he'd managed to hypnotize her into complying, I would never know. I set my jaw firmly, trying unsuccessfully to hold back any form of blushing, and started putting the guitar away.

"Hold on, Kimball-"

"I've got to get home." I'd just been thoroughly embarrassed in front of the girl I liked, and first-name terms weren't going to stop me. The guitar case clicked shut around the instrument, and I shoved past her and grabbed my jacket.

"No, wait!" Her high heels clicked rapidly as she tried to grab ahold of me. I tried to walk faster, but apparently mastery of her footwear had given her an advantage. Her hand caught my jacket, stopping me, and she jerked me around and looked directly into my eyes. I looked back at her.

Then without warning, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, and she was laughing, a full-fledged, one-hundred percent, I-like-you kind of laugh. It filled the empty office, ricocheted against the walls, and bounded towards me, opening up the last doors to my heart and branding me as a blind, lovestruck idiot. Sounds corny, I know. But I can't think of any other explanation for what I did next.

I grinned back.