A/N: So much Jello last night made me want to drabble. Hence why, the fic. Please enjoy.
Spoilers: 3x08 Ball of Fire
Disclaimer: *sadface*
I Wish I Had A Cattle Prod
"I wish I had a cattle prod."
He casts a sideways glance her way. She looks back at him with a grin a mile wide.
"So all those boxes are mine, huh?"
"Yep, there are actually more in my office."
"I have to admit, I'm kind of impressed with myself."
"Well, you've pissed off a lot of people over the years."
"What can I say? It's a gift."
"A gift that keeps on giving, apparently."
He laughs.
"Speaking of gifts, tell Cho he owes me a new desk."
"You don't need a new desk, just a new lock."
"But the lock is attached to the desk, hence why, new desk."
"Go tell him yourself."
"I would but I'm not as imposing as you."
"Imposing?"
She glares at him.
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
"That's because it is a bad thing."
"No it's not. It's a good quality for a woman in your position to possess."
"I am not imposing," she mutters, wrinkling her nose.
Her arms are folded across her chest, her lips fixed in a petulant pout. To him, she looks positively radiant.
"What?"
"It's nothing," he tries to brush off.
"No, what is it?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yes, I do."
"Okay. I just wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"For saving me."
She shakes her head.
"That was not what you were thinking about."
"Yes it was."
"No it wasn't."
"So suddenly you're psychic?"
"Please, there are no such things as psychics," she retorts. "And quit changing the subject."
"I mean it, Lisbon," his voice drops to a whisper. "Thank you."
She stares at him speechlessly for a moment.
"I didn't save you."
Enjoying the last of his tea, he stands and smiles.
"Yes you did."
Fin for now, Jello forever