Kimball Cho stared in disgust as his colleague and friend, Wayne Rigsby, downed a second hamburger in the same amount of minutes. Trying to ignore it, Cho looked back down at his paperwork. The sentences blurred together with the sounds of beef, tomatoes and bun being masticated into a fine pulp. After writing a couple words, Cho slammed his pen down.

"How can you eat so much at a time like this?"

Rigsby was confused. "At a time like what? Both of them are fine. You heard the doctors; it should only be a few weeks until they're out of the hospital."

"They could have died!" Cho exclaimed, uncharacteristically emotional.

Rigsby cast his eyes about the room for a change of subject and spotted just the right one walking through the doors with a big smile on his face.

"Jane! Will you please tell Cho that Van Pelt and Lisbon are fine?"

"Van Pelt and Lisbon are fine," Jane replied obediently. He chuckled in an almost sinister manner. "In fact, I think we should all go visit them later today. You never know what you might learn."

Rigsby started on a donut. He looked curiously at the consultant. "Really? Like what?"

Jane dropped onto his sofa and grinned ear to ear. He let the agents wonder what was going on for a moment, and then casually shrugged. "Well, when I went to visit, I learned that Van Pelt wants Lisbon to marry me-"

Cho snorted. "What?"

"I also learned that Lisbon wants Van Pelt to have Rigsby's baby-"

Rigsby choked. Half-chewed donut flew every which way. Cho looked disgusted, but Jane's face was alight with mischievous delight. He waited for Rigsby to stop coughing so that his next words would have their full impact.

"And both of them think that Cho is secretly in love with them and subject to psychotic jealous rages."

Rigsby and Cho stared incredulously at Jane, who smiled serenely. He ran a hand through his curly blonde hair and his grin widened, if that was possible. "You know what? This is a great opportunity. I bet we could learn a lot more about what goes on inside their heads. With all the morphine those two seemed to be getting-"

"No," Cho said instantly and desiseivly. "No, that would be wrong."

"Of course it would," Jane agreed meekly. He turned and slid across the couch to lie down. He clasped his hands on her chest. He let his breath out in a loud, contented sigh. "You're completely right. I just thought that – but never mind about that."

Cho bent over his paperwork, determined to ignore Jane's obvious baiting. Doggedly he scribbled out a few notes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rigsby set down his half-eaten donut and open his mouth.

"Fine!" Cho exclaimed. If Rigs was going to fold, so was he! "What were you thinking?"

Jane's eyes snapped open and he bounced to his feet with a grin as wide as a puppy dog's wagging tail. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "All right! I was starting to get worried. So I have given this a lot of thought. The ladies have a lot of pain right now-"

"Getting shot will do that," Cho interrupted.

"Yes, you're very clever. Let me finish. They've been getting a lot of morphine. And I've been thinking that they could also use some laughter."

"I thought you wanted to learn more of their deep dark secrets?"

"Patience, Cho!" Jane chided. "Now, what we will do-"

Rigsby jumped to his feet. He shook his head, as though coming out of a trance. His eyes were wide with shock. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! How do you figure that Lisbon wants Van Pelt to... you know, have my baby?"

His colleagues stared at him. Cho rolled his eyes. Jane shook his head, a little disgusted. "You're very slow today, Rigsby."

"Never mind that! You caught me off guard." Rigsby fixed Jane with the most intimidating stare he could muster. "Now why-"

"They were swapping dreams. Can I explain my brilliant plan now?"

"Yeah," Risgby sat down, falling back into shock. "Go right ahead."

"Thank you. I-"

Cho's phone rang. Jane rolled his eyes and sat back on his couch in defeat. Cho scrambled to answer the phone. "Hello?" His expression turned uber serious as he answered. "It's Van Pelt," he told the other men. Instantly they gave him their express attention. Of course, Jane's mind started wandering pretty quickly. "Yes, this is Agent Kimball Cho. I know who you are, Van Pelt- Yes. Yes, of course. We'll be right there."

Rigsby looked worried as Cho flicked his cell phone shut. "What is it? Is she okay?"

"She wants to see us. It sounded urgent."

"But I haven't explained my plan!" Jane exclaimed in protest.

"Tell us on the way," Cho suggested.

Jane sulked for a moment, but shrugged. "All right."