All right, so this isn't my best chapter. I'm trying to tie up loose ends and bring some semblance of conclusion to the story. I think that there should be four more chapters. It's been a blast and I've had a great time writing this fic, and I thank all my readers for joining the journey with me. Lots of love to you all from Mythqueen!

Lisbon and Jane walked to her office as Van Pelt went over to Rigsby and attempted to talk to him.

"I don't care if I'm suspended," Lisbon was saying once again, "I am going out there and I'm going to find Cho and make sure he's all right."

Jane nodded in agreement. "I'll come with you. After all, you're still injured and if someone needs to take down a suspect-"

"Then you'll be there to tell me what a great job I did?"

Jane grinned. "Exactly."

Lisbon began gathering up some things from her desk. She glanced up once at Van Pelt and Rigsby. "Look at those two. They have no idea how obvious they are. But you know what? That's okay, at least for now. Anyway, are you sure that Cho didn't leave any messages are anything?" When Jane shook his head, Lisbon sat down. "And this isn't a plot?"

Jane shook his head again. He opened his mouth, but just then Lisbon jumped to her feet. Jane turned to see a dark-haired man wearing a dark suit and a blood-red tie stroll into the bullpen. Van Pelt and Rigsby stared in shock. The man's face was expressionless, his dark eyes focused. Lisbon headed out and Jane followed close behind her. The man sat down at Cho's desk.

"What's with the tie?" Rigsby asked the man sitting at Cho's desk.

The man looked down. "I forgot I had it on." He took off the tie, opened a drawer in Cho's desk and dropped the tie in, pulling out a black one to put on. "Better?"

"Kimball Cho!" Lisbon scolded as the man as Cho's desk adjusted his black tie. "What are you doing?"

The man at Cho's desk, or rather, Cho himself, looked up at her. "Coming to work." He put some papers down and began writing. Everybody stared at him for a long moment. His whole, emotionless demeanor seemed to be somehow bouncy and happy, like he was walking (or rather, sitting) on sunshine and didn't have a care in the world. They glanced at each other. Something was up!

"Where have you been?" asked the very worried Van Pelt.

"Vegas," Cho replied shortly.

"Vegas?" Lisbon repeated. "What were you doing in Vegas?"

Cho looked up. His face, as always, was impassive. "I got married."

"Married?" everybody, including Jane, exclaimed in surprise. "Married to who?"

Cho rolled his eyes at them and began writing again. Lisbon didn't know what to say or think . While she believed that taking time off of work to get married was a perfectly reasonable excuse, she had no idea that Cho was even dating! Plus he hadn't requested time off. He had just ditched work and ran off to Vegas. Summer came prancing into the bullpen. Lisbon was about to ask her if she knew what was going on when she noticed a shiny ring on Summer's left hand. Jane inhaled sharply and Van Pelt's jaw dropped. Rigsby looked around, clueless. Summer sat demurely on Cho's desk and smiled sweetly.

"Hello, Mr. Cho," she giggled.

"Mrs. Cho," he replied, somehow sounding both emotionless and flirtatious at the same time.

"You married Summer?" Rigsby exclaimed in surprise.

"It's better than Winter," Summer giggled. She swung herself around to be caught in Cho's arms. Then they started kissing.

"I'm lost," Lisbon whimpered, turning to Jane for help, but he looked as lost as she felt. "What's going on?"

"Well, right now it seems that Cho and Summer are making out," Jane said slowly, and then turned to stare out the window. "So are Van Pelt and Rigsby."

Lisbon turned and saw that it was true. She scratched her head. She looked back at Jane. For a moment they stared at each other. Lisbon stepped close to him, and then turned to look at the other two members of the team. Jane put his arm around her waist. "Kinda makes you feel like a proud parents, huh?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah. This is crazy, but… you know, I'm glad they're happy."

Lisbon put her arm around him as well. And it was then, with Cho making out with his new wife, and Rigsby and Van Pelt making out as well, that Bertram had to walk in. At first Lisbon and Jane didn't notice, standing with their arms around each other and beaming. Bertram's eyes bugged out of his head for a moment, and then with a gloating smile, he shouted. "A-HA!"

The making out couples jumped apart. Jane and Lisbon turned in surprise. Bertram did a jig, and then a tap dance and then stopped because he felt… unmasculine. He settled for rubbing his hands together and cackling gleefully.

"Lisbon! You're not supposed to be here."

"I came to pick up-"

"And relationships are against CBI rules!" Bertram interrupted, crowing. "Now, I will split you all up and put you on separate teams and you will no longer be together!"

Lisbon was filled with anger. Her grey-blue eyes fired, and she took one threatening step towards the director. He stared at her, malice and glee over his pasty-faced featured (and purple eyebrows). Very slowly, Lisbon reached for her gun. She pulled it out, and dropped it on a nearby desk, followed by her badge.

"If you split us up, then I quit."

"Me, too," Jane agreed, pulling out his laminated ID card and tossing it carelessly onto the desk.

"Same here," Cho said, joining them and tossing away his gun and badge.

"You look so dashing like that," Summer purred.

Bertram looked at the little pile, panic welling in his eyes. His gaze snapped to Van Pelt and Rigsby, who hurriedly offered their support and badges to the quit pile before returning to making out. Lisbon rolled her eyes at them, and Jane chuckled.

"You think you can just quit?" Bertram said, his voice wheezy. "You can't quit! What do you think you'll do?"

"Open a private investigation agency," Lisbon replied without missing a beat. "And we'll be the best private investigators in the city!"

"Sure thing," Jane agreed. "And we're going to show you up so bad. Have fun explaining things to reporters."

"All right! I won't split you up!"

"Too late," Cho said.

"Yeah," Risgby and Van Pelt agreed, stopping kissing for a moment.

Lisbon and Jane smiled triumphantly. Then as one unit, the team that had just quit and formed a private investigation agency left the bullpen and went to the elevator. As soon as they were inside, they heard Bertram let loose a wail. Just as the doors were closing, a hand pushed between them. Wainwright stared at them, his eyes wild and terrified.

"Take me with you!" he pleaded.

"Sorry," Lisbon said. "It's going to be hard enough to find work for the six if us."

Wainwright shifted nervously at the mention of work.

"Now don't start that again!" Van Pelt warned, speaking with a fake British accent and oddly enough looking like a cartoon vulture version of the Beatles.

"But-" Wainwright started. The elevator doors shut, leaving him behind.

"Maybe we should have brought him with us," Lisbon said.

"We can't save him," Jane comforted Lisbon. "Besides, he's annoying with all of his shifting."

"I like him!" Lisbon replied.

"Me, too," Van Pelt said.

"He's yummy," Summer agreed.

"Mrs. Cho!" Cho said, a slight grin on his face. "That's perfectly scandalous."

"Oh, great," Lisbon groaned. "They're making out again."