"Indigo symbolizes a mystical borderland of wisdom, self-mastery and spiritual realization. ... Inventors use indigo skills for inspirations that seem to 'come out of the blue'."

- Crystal-cure . com

Indigo

"The Indigo Room?" Teresa Lisbon read the signage of the bar they were standing in front of with an amused tone in her voice. "This is a bar right?"

"I suppose some people get 'divine knowledge' from a church, others in a bar," Jane quipped.

"Yes, I'm sure they get their intuition widened from the bottoms of their pints," Lisbon said wryly, rolling her eyes as she pushed the door open.

"Oh Lisbon, you should just sit down and watch people at the bar more. More people find religion here than you think," Jane smirked.

Lisbon had to stop herself from laughing. They were here on assignment, after all. "I don't think saying the Lord's name following a racy 'compliment' is finding religion," Lisbon said, her hands up doing air quotes.

Jane simply shrugged nonchalantly and pointed to the tall, well-sculpted curly blond haired man standing behind the bar. "That's our guy."

Nodding, Lisbon schooled her expression and walked over to the bar. "Mister James Kelp? I'm Agent Lisbon from the CBI and this is Patrick Jane," Lisbon introduced herself and her consultant, flashing her badge.

The man looked up from the glass he was wiping dry and flashed Lisbon a dazzling smile, causing her heart to skip a beat. "Yeah, that's me," James replied in an Eastern American accent. "What can I do for you lovely pair today?"

"I was wondering if you knew a Jackson Bales. We're investigating his murder. We heard he frequented here quite a lot," Lisbon replied with a straight face.

"Old Jack? Yeah, I knew him. Swell guy. Though, he was quite famous on his use of the Indigo room."

"The Indigo Room?" Lisbon asked.

"Yeah, the Indigo room," James smirked. "If you want to, I could show you around... Your friend could stay here and sip some beer of he likes."

Jane couldn't help but to laugh. The man's offer was so transparent. Looking at Lisbon's incredulous face, he laughed harder. "I take it some of your patrons find uh, peace and release in there, eh?" Jane said, a devilish grin on his face.

"You bet they do," James replied, smirking at Lisbon, who only rolled her eyes at the men.

"So what, you rent out rooms for the pros?" Lisbon asked, struggling not to scowl as Jane kept grinning beside her.

"Nah, we rent out rooms to anyone who needs a clean bed and rest for the night. We're open 24 hours, see. What they do in there isn't out business... unless they make too much a mess. We only got seven rooms, so it's kinda a first come, first served."

"Let me guess, your rooms are named and painted in the colours of the rainbow?" Jane asked.

"That, you are right, my friend. Though our Indigo room is quite famous," James answered, looking meaningfully at Lisbon.

"No, thanks," Lisbon said, directly answering his previous offer.

James shrugged, looking a little put out. "Well, it was worth a shot. And if you're still curious about the room, I'm sure your friend here would gladly take you," James said, gesturing at Jane.

Lisbon shot Jane a sharp look before turning back to face the bartender. "We're not together," Lisbon said calmly.

"Nope, just colleagues," Jane said.

"Well, could've fooled me," James said, shrugging nonchalantly.

Disbelief written all over her now-pink face, Lisbon sputtered, "Well, thanks anyway. If we have anymore questions, we'll be back."

"I do hope you come back, Agent Lisbon," James smiled at her. "And you too, Mr Jane."

"See ya!" Jane called as he followed Lisbon out the bar.

"Can you believe the guy? He had the gall to say that!" Lisbon exclaimed softly, not wanting people to overhear their conversation.

"Which? To asking you to the Indigo room or suggesting that I go with you instead?" Jane asked amusedly.

"Both!" Lisbon's arms went up in the air with frustration.

"Oh come on, you've got to believe Van Pelt isn't the only one that gets flirted to. Take it as a compliment, Lisbon," Jane said easily.

Lisbon merely glared at him and stalked back to the car, Jane following closely behind her.

"Plus, he was probably pushing his rejection to someone else too. If you rejected him, you would probably reject me too," Jane reasoned.

"You're right. Sorry," Lisbon said as she slid into the driver seat of the Suburban.

"Too bad we're on assignment; don't think I didn't notice you checking him out when we first saw him," Jane teased.

The engine roared to life and revved a little longer than normal when Lisbon turned the key a little too long, turning crimson at Jane's words. Damn the man for noticing all things irrelevant to the case. She could actually feel his grin getting wider when she gripped the steering wheel. Seriously, where were the words when she needed them? Mind buzzing, she knew only two words to say.

"Shut up!" Lisbon exclaimed, facing him. Turning her attention back to the road, she began driving.

"Well, that took you long enough," Jane laughed. "And for the record, I wouldn't have minded if we had taken a look at the room. Strictly for work, of course."

Lisbon knew her cheeks had gone much more red than previously - she could feel the blood rush to them. "Shut up, Jane," she said, eyes fastened to the road.

"I'm just saying."

"Shut up," she repeated, shaking her head at his childishness.

"Fine, fine, I'll shut up."

"Good. Stay that way for the whole ride," Lisbon grinned.

Smiling in spite of himself, Jane reclined his seat, complying to her order with a nap.

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed/favourited/followed! This one's a bit longer than the rest with an awkward ending, sorry. I couldn't figure out what to write for this, but was kind of inspired by "Red Velvet Cupcakes". Not much Jisbon here, only at the end, if you squint. Hope you enjoyed it either way! The next one will be the last of this series, sadly. I quite enjoyed writing these one-shots. Heh. Leave a review, please! Thanks for reading!