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Chapter Three

DCI Harry Grimshaw was nervous for the first time in a very long time. After all, it wasn't everyday that you had to share a murder investigation with a top team from sunny California. As he glanced outside his office window at the rain, he couldn't help but wonder how this team would react to a sudden change in their weather conditions.

He saw the two hire cars pull up outside, containing these CBI agents and he sprang to his feet and stuck his head out of his office and called out to his team members. 'Dashwood, Jones, Green, look sharp the yanks are here.'

He chuckled to himself to see the high level of excitement that the visitors were causing in the office. Sure there was bound to be an adjustment period for the two teams, both used to different methods, but it was a challenge and why become a police officer if you weren't excited by the prospect of a challenge?

'Coming boss?' Nicola, the newest addition to his team asked as she popped her head around the door.

'Yeah, sure I'll be there in a minute. Hey, thanks for the research you did on our visitors. It always helps to know as much about these people as possible. You did a great job.'

'Thanks boss,' her sunny face lit up with the compliment, 'but honestly it wasn't that difficult. Do you know just how many files there are on this Patrick Jane guy? He's practically famous.'

'Well we've all heard about his antics.' Harry sighed, how this man managed to make such an impression thousands of miles away. He was already dreading the amount of paperwork he faced in the wake of working with the infamous Mr. Jane. 'Just don't go falling for his charms Nikki,' he warned. He felt like a big brother to young detective and extremely protective over her, as well as over the other members of his team.

'Oh please,' she dismissed him easily, 'I've managed to resist Dashwood all this time, I think I can handle myself. It should be me warning you.'

'Oh, really? How so?'

'Oh come on,' she rolled her eyes at his stupidity, 'you saw their pictures on the file I gave you. Those two female agents are incredibly beautiful; I'd hate to see you get your heartbroken boss.' She mocked his previous tone of concern.

'Well I can guarantee you that I will not get my heartbroken.'

'Come on let's go meet them,' Nikki bounced up and down like an excitable teenager, 'Jones and Dashwood have already headed down there and do we really want the CBI to be greeted by little Miss Moody and Mr Fancy Pants; way to enforce their dated stereotypes about us British.'

'Fair point.'

And with that they headed down to the reception area to greet the CBI team who certain to make a big impact.

'There's no way she could resist my charms. It's a well known fact that British women go crazy for American men.'

Cho shot a quizzical expression at his friend as they stood in the reception area of Scotland yard. 'You're an idiot.' He deadpanned in his usual way.

'Ah come on man!', Rigsby protested, 'You don't think I could do it?'

'No. No i don't think you could pull Pippa Middleton.'

Jane laughed at the interaction between Cho and Rigsby; those guys were just like a comedy double act in their own way.

'Hush, the pair of you.' Lisbon said as they made their way to the reception area of Scotland yard. Jane couldn't help but feel sorry for her; she looked like a little lost lamb, still trying to maintain her authority even though she clearly didn't have a clue where she was or what to do. She looked kind of adorable at this very moment in time.

The reception area of Scotland Yard was abuzz with activity; full of people and faces that they didn't recognise. The building itself was quite impressive to behold but the steel decor didn't give it that homely feel that the HQ in Sacramento had. And he just knew that the office wouldn't have a couch for him to lie on.

Just when he began to wonder if anyone was actually coming to meet them, he saw four people stride confidently over to them; the type of confidence that comes with having home court advantage. The tallest, and clearly the leader among them shot them all a welcoming smile as he greeted them.

'Agents, welcome to Scotland Yard and the Metropolitan police. I hope that your journey wasn't too dreadful and apologies about the weather; you never get used to it. We look forward to working with you and sharing your expertise in this particular case.'

The CBI were stunned to say least. Whenever they were usually assigned to work with another team, even the local police force, they were given such a cold welcome, like they were an inconvenience or something. But the CID showed no signs of reluctance of bitterness towards the team; this was a first. The leader proceeded to introduce himself and the rest of the team.

'I'm DCI Harry Grimshaw and I'd like to introduce you to my esteemed colleagues; this DI Colin Dashwood, DS Samantha Jones and DC Nicola Green. And you must be Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon, if I'm not mistaken?' he stuck his hand out towards Teresa who was clearly taken aback to be greeted in such a warm manner.

'Uh, yes I am and we are the CIB, um I mean the CBI,' she was flustered, probably tired from all the travelling and lack of sleep, 'These are my colleagues; Agents Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt. And this is our consultant Pat,'

'Patrick Jane, yes we all know who he is.' Nicola interrupted.

Jane couldn't help but grin at the prospect that the premier law enforcement agency in the United Kingdom had heard of his antics. 'Wow, this must be what it feels like to be famous.' He replied, which earnt him a sharp glare from Lisbon who was clearly worried about just what these people had heard about him.

'Let's just say that Harry here is dreading the amount of paper work that you will inevitabley cause him,' Nicola continued playfully. This remark caused the corners of Lisbon's mouth to form into a sly smile and she nodded at Harry Grimshaw with a look that said, Yeah I know exactly what you mean pal.

Jane took just a moment to observe his new colleagues, after all he seemed uneasy that they knew more about CBI then they knew about the CID. Nicola was clearly the new girl on the team; full of life and clearly very pleasant to work with. She reminded him a little bit of Van Pelt when she first started and the CBI. She looked a little young to be in such a job already; she couldn't have been older than 27, which told him that she was clearly a hard worker and had probably been crucial in a previous serious case to have been selected for such a role. She was about Lisbon's height with long blonde hair and a warm sunny face. Patrick could tell that she was from the South West of England and probably grew up in the countryside, by the sea, which explains her sunny outlook on life. She was stood rather close to her boss and they appear to be rather relaxed around each other; which he could tell from the looks given to them by Jones and Dashwood, that the rest of the CID resented this closeness and probably thought that they were sleeping together. Patrick knew better than that though; he could tell that they had a sibling relationship going on.

There was something about Samantha Jones that caught his eye; and not just because she was beautiful, which she was. She was about 5'6 feet tall, long brown hair and large brown eyes that held some kind of mystery within them. He couldn't help but feel captivated slightly but he also couldn't shake the feeling that they had met before; yet he couldn't quite place it. She caught him staring at her and shot him a brief smile, which made his heart flutter a little; something that Cho had noticed and he stifled a quick laugh.

Rigsby was currently shooting evil glances at Colin Dashwood, who was already making eyes at Van Pelt; much to her delight. He was about 6 feet tall, had perfectly coifed brown hair and a chiselled jaw line. Clearly a posh boy and came from a very rich family, hence the ridiculously over-priced Prada suit that he wore to work. This one was clearly going to come between Jane's plans to reunite Wayne and Grace on this trip.

He then turned his attention to Harry Grimshaw, the boss, who had surprisingly managed to coax a smile out of Lisbon. He was around late thirties, around 6'2, lean but obviously worked out at the gym a lot. He had sandy brown hair, which was slightly bleached by the sun so he had just been on holiday when you team that with the tan he currently sported. His deep blue eyes, which oddly matched the colour of Lisbon's dress, were kind and inviting yet held some kind of pain behind them, which Jane attested to the fact that this man was recently divorced.

'Shall we?' Harry gestured towards the large elevator and the teams eagerly followed in his suit. He shot a sideward glance at Lisbon as if to tell her that this was just as much her investigation as it was his. Jane felt slightly jealous at the way she smiled back at him; for some reason completely unbeknownst to him. He skipped up to the DCI and asked him a question he had been dying to ask since the plane hit the tarmac.

'So Harry, you wouldn't happen to have the makings of an excellent cup of tea would you?'

Harry laughed before responding, 'I'm sorry man, I may be British, but I actually can't abide tea. We do have an excellent batch of coffee brewing in the office at the moment.'

Lisbon let out a small gasp of excitement as they all piled into the glass elevator; that girl really was dangerously addicted to caffeine.