After speaking with Rigsby, Jane met Lisbon at the bathroom and the two groups separated. He and Lisbon drove further into the grounds to continue their search for the murderer, passing many families and couples on their vacations, but none held the appearance of their suspect. "We've passed this site three times already. It's been almost half and hour and there have been not one man, in Crocs, driving a truck." Jane shrugged as he lightly turned the wheel, enjoying his moments of freedom for Lisbon had allowed him to drive.
"Eh, I don't think we're going to find him here. He's probably half way to Vegas or Seattle by now." Lisbon fixed him an irritated stare.
"Really, Jane? I thought you had a feeling? All this time I thought you knew something I didn't." Jane smiled.
"Well I do, I always do. But I'm sure the killer isn't here anymore." He slowed the car and looked to her. "Shall we go back?"
"Oh, after wasting half a tank of gas driving the whole campground? Sure, let's just go back empty handed." Jane pressed on the gas and raised his brow.
"No need to be so grumpy. We may be empty handed but at least we know he's not here." Lisbon sunk into her seat, and put her sunglasses on.
"Just drive." Jane smiled to himself again as they cruised down the road to the site where they had left their vans, slowing as they neared it. He excitedly looked from Lisbon to the campsite that when they left had been empty, but was now decorated with more than an abandoned picnic table and fire pit. However the agent didn't notice till Jane had completely stopped and pulled in to park. Jane waited, and keenly watched her look to the site. Lisbon's lips turned down as her mouth fell open, her brow sinking, looking as if someone had just insulted her.
"What the hell?" Three shining tents were staked out around the edges of the site, Cho sat on the top of the suntanned picnic bench, Grace was tying her hair into a ponytail and Rigsby was no where in sight. "Seriously." Lisbon growled as she flung open the car door, cursing to herself as she walked right into a bush.
"Oh boy." Jane chuckled to himself and hastily abandoned the van.
As soon as Jane and Lisbon rounded into the site, they heard loud banging sounds from inside the other van. They then noticed a large shape shifting behind the tinted windows, and in seconds the car was roaring with music as Rigsby struggled to make a grand entrance out the small door. It was an old sounding song, but still a bouncing lively tune, which seconds Jane began to smile and sing quietly along to.
Celebrate Good times Come on! Jane chuckled as the happy tune became a soundtrack to Rigsby's excitement, and maybe even a booster to it. He jumped out of the van, dressed in a red swim suit, and began to dance, looking awkward with his shorts that were nearly too short for his long body. His height also appeared to be very problematic in the smoothness of his dance moves, his legs seemed to more wobble and warp as he danced then sway with grace. Agent Lisbon stared when Rigsby continued his dancing. For before the two groups had split, Jane had told him that Lisbon would find it very funny if Rigsby were to welcome her to their campsite, that in Rigsby, Cho, and Grace's minds, she had "okayed" them to stay in. Though she did find it funny, she found it more upsetting. Her face fighting in-between laughing and frowning, so she marched towards him with a contorting face under her sunglasses. Jane tried to keep from smiling for he knew what was about to painfully unfold.
"What the hell are you doing?" In the middle of a move, and a "Celebrate," Rigsby froze in his step and stared through all the dust he had kicked up. "Do you think this is some sort of vacation, or dance class? Really Rigsby?" His joyful expression had completely vanished, and his eyes darted to Jane, who stood hiding in the shadows behind her.
"Jane, he said that…it would be a good idea to let loose, and have some bonding time and camp out…" Lisbon looked disgusted and instantly whipped her head towards Jane who when her eyes fell on him he directed his gaze to a large oak beside him.
"This is a nice tree, I sure love trees."
"Do you think this is some sort of joke?" She snapped.
"I don't know what he's talking about." He said with a convincingly honest tone. But Lisbon clenched her jaw and stomped towards him.
"What is wrong with you people? Lying, dancing, camping?" Jane looked amused.
"Oh, that all sounds fun to me." Lisbon yanked off her sunglasses.
"I'm sick of this immature crap." Jane raised his brow.
"Someone took their cranky pills this morning didn't they?"
"Watch your mouth Jane." Lisbon held her tongue, knowing the more insults she threw at him the more he would just throw back, and better ones. Rigsby meanwhile had gone back into the van, and sat silently and submissively in the front seat, while his happy theme music continued to play. "We're trying to solve a murder investigation, not have a vacation."
"Why not do both at once?" Lisbon was silent, fighting to see the opportunity to enjoy herself. "Come on, you can't deprive them of camping, especially what you just put Rigsby through."
"You mean what you put Rigsby through. You knew I'd be pissed and you just wanted to watch him drown in his own embarrassment."
"Well when you put it like that, it's not as funny." Lisbon was silent as she tapped her sunglasses against her thigh. "Oh, we both know the killer is miles and miles away, let's just have some fun. It is Friday after all." She let out an irritated exhale and flicked her eyes around the camp.
"Where the hell did you get these tents anyway?" He lightly shrugged.
"It's a Carnie thing. Having a tent with you gets ingrained into your brain after spending the majority of your childhood with the circus." When she failed to retort with more insults and complaints, Jane knew he had partly won her over. He went to give her shoulder a friendly pat, but when he saw the sour expression on her face he stopped halfway, and began to head back into the site.
"I'm going for a walk. You call me you die." Jane tried to hide his amused look as he nodded to her over his shoulder and stepped up to Cho and Grace who had been watching anxiously.
"you tricked us. and we believed you. i cant believe you got away with that. why does she look so angry. is she going to fire us." Jane smirked.
"She always looks like that." Grace looked to Rigsby who appeared undecided if he was brave enough to reenter camp.
"That was just cruel." Grace locked eyes with Jane.
"Oh, we'll all be laughing tonight." Grace raised a brow and when her face remained upset, Jane groaned.
"Apologize, to him." The man looked baffled.
"Apologize? No. Not unless he apologizes first for setting off the beast when he was late this morning, and making me listen to her grumble and growl the whole way here." Grace sighed and looked back to Rigsby who slowly walked over to them. When Jane saw his face his heart began to become sympathetic rather than amused and annoyed.
"I apologize. Happy Gracie?"
"Gracie?" Jane made a sour face as he contemplated the name.
"Yeah, I'm not too wild about it either..." Rigsby had finally reached them, and though he didn't hear any of what Jane said, he still looked more relaxed as Lisbon's form disappeared down the road.
"Are we all gonna die?" Rigsby asked.
"yes." Cho answered flatly.
"No, she's just cranky. You know how she is, things may be better by oh, Sunday."
"Well now what do we do?" Rigsby asked, the music still playing and now that Lisbon had vanished, and the song was on replay, the excitement in his breast slowly returned.
"We get to..." Jane waited for the main chorus to come back into the cheery tune, before he smiled and said "celebrate good times, come on!" As he spoke he did an almost upsetting, but more amusing Peter Pan skip. The three of them stared before Grace began to laugh, followed by Rigsby, but Cho simply said.
"that was funny." But they all knew he meant it. Jane chuckled to himself, and trotted to the van, turned up the music and took a seat sat in the vehicle as Rigsby and Grace began to chat. They were a couple he thoroughly enjoyed to watch. For since he knew them both so well, each mannerism and speech pattern was even more vibrant in his mind than if they were strangers and he always had them figured out in seconds. That was a main reason he took such pleasure in harassing Rigsby about her, he seemed to know more about them as a couple then he did.
Grace then disappeared into the tent and came out in her swim suit, Rigsby waiting in the shade for her before the two wandered off down the beach. Cho had found a lounge chair and got a book from the car before sitting below the trees to read, their leaves fluttering above him, carrying their sweet scents about the humid air.
Jane began to reflect on the happenings in the day, and observed the scenes of the grounds with an excited mind that knew this camping trip was going to end with a certain type of success that all others doubted. Though what his mental capabilities could not figure out was how he would be punished by Agent Lisbon in the future. He knew more insults would be tossed back and fourth, but he was blind to know what the trip, or traffic of the campground, fully had in mind for retaliations.