Yellow

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

Lisbon looked out the glass windows of her office, slightly annoyed at the repetitive sound. Her eyebrow raised in a frown when she saw Patrick Jane pass her office, probably on the way to his couch, the squeaking following the rhythm of his footsteps. Her curiousity got the better of her as she put her pen down, the report she was filling up now forgotten on her desk. She stood at her door, not expecting what she saw.

"What are you wearing, Jane?" Lisbon asked incredulously when she saw his footwear.

Her question had interrupted his journey to his couch, so he turned to face her, giving her a clear view of his shoes. It stood out from his normal attire of the grey suit that he loved to wear. Slightly higher than his ankles, complete with a bright yellow gleaming for attention from everyone in the room. It was clearly new or rarely used, only on emergency cases.

"Wellington boots, Lisbon, if you didn't know what they were called," Jane said, mirth in his eyes.

"Yes, I know what they are. But why are you wearing it?" Lisbon pressed, her eyes showing surprise and confusion.

"Ah. Well, I had to get my shoes re-soled today," Jane answered, as if his reply answered the many questions in Lisbon's mind.

"And you couldn't wait in the store and opted to parade that... hideous... thing in the office?" Lisbon said.

"Oh no, there were quite a number of people in the shop, apparently. He seems to have upped his business somehow," Jane said. "So he told me to get out and come back at the end of the day."

"And the boots fit in, how?"

"He had no other shoes in my size."

Lisbon couldn't help but giggle at his confession. In her mind, she envisioned his crestfallen face when he saw the boots in the shop, bright and yellow, sitting on the shelf.

"Do you know how dry this summer has been? Not a drop of rain?" Lisbon joked, grinning.

"Well, it's a fashion statement. Imagine how many men would be wearing this get up in a week. Suit and wellingtons. Rigsby, I can imagine. Oh, but Cho would be THE model for it," Jane said, playing along.

The last comment did it. Laughing, Lisbon shook her head. "I'd love to see you persuade him."

"Though, I doubt he'll agree, straight-laced and all."

"And I doubt he'd do it anyway. They're not very comfortable," Lisbon said, smirking.

"No, they're definitely not. My feet are chafing slightly just from the trip back," Jane said, frowning slightly.

"Plus, it makes an annoying squeak," Lisbon added, nodding her head.

"True, that."

"You should keep it."

"What?! Why would I? They're bright, they're uncomfortable AND they squeak. They squeak!"

"Well, at least I'd know where you are," Lisbon smirked, her eyes twinkling. Turning, she walked back to her office, chuckling to herself when she heard the loud squeaking of Jane's boots as he continued his pilgrimage to his old brown couch.

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed/favourited/followed! (I just realized I didn't thank you in the previous chapter, forgive me!) A quick update, but it's a short one this time, don't think I did them much justice. D: Still, I hope you enjoyed their (short) banter! Leave a review, please! "Green" is coming up next. You definitely don't wanna miss THAT one. (Hint: it's set during Lisbon's birthday.) (;