HEY! It's been a REALLY long time, i know, and you have every right to hate me. So let's just dedicate a moment of silence to hating my guts shall we?...great. Now that thats done it has come to my attention that i spelt "tongue" incorrectly in my last chapter, and i do apologize. I have the spelling skills of a third grader. Anyways, this next chapter is the infamous "talk" between Hightower and Nathan. Rated complete humor, so no sadness or angst, promise. :) I really hope you like it. And as always, review! Like its going out of style!

Now. She's used to getting complaints from the AG, e-mails from the Coroner, lawsuit threats from suspects, even the occasional (but not so surprising) death threat towards a certain consultant. But never, has Agent Madeleine Hightower, in her whole career, ever, received a phone call from child services about a "stolen child", as they so eloquently put it. Call her crazy, but she had a pretty good idea who was responsible, and he wore three piece suits.

So here she was, calling in her senior agent on a Saturday, regarding an issue she probably knew nothing about. But she's already tried Jane's cell 3 different times and all she got was his voicemail. Either his phone was off, or he's ignoring her calls. Either way, smart boy. Because once she did get a hold of him, he was in deep shit.

Finally! she thought, as she heard the line pick up on the other end. I can get this ridiculous problem solved and out of the way. But what Hightower heard next dimmed her spirits just a bit.

"Hello?"

... Why did Lisbon sound like a 5 year old boy? She hoped to God that she had the wrong number.

"Lisbon?" she asked cautiously.

"Lisbon?...What's a L-...Oh, you mean Tess? No, this is Nathan... are you the High lady?"

Tess? Nathan? The HIGH Lady? Who the hell were these people?

And then it clicked. Tess was Lisbon, and she was the High Lady. But that had nothing to do with the fact that there was a small boy answering Lisbon's phone.

" Hang on a sec, Nathan?...As in Nathan Sanders?"

" Yup! How'd ya know?"

Ohh she was going to kill Jane.

" Just a lucky guess."

" Wow. Are you a psychic like Pat?"

She chuckled, " No." but she did see Jane's future, and there was definitely suspension. " But yes, i am the High Lady."

" Oh." he said, disapprovingly.

" Is that a problem?"

" Well...I don't know...maybe. I mean, you sound nice, but I don't think i should be talking to you."

Hightower wanted to laugh, "And why's that?"

" Cause Pat really didn't want Tess to pick up the phone."

"Ah. That's because Pat's in big trouble."

Nathan looked over at Jane, who was in the middle of trying to calm Lisbon down before she hit him. He doubted they were even listening to his conversation, too busy with their own, and he wasn't about to interrupt. He knew better than that. He just shook his head and smiled.

" Again?"

" Mhmm. Why? What else did he do?"

"I don't know, but he's always being yelled at for something."

This time she did laugh. " You have no idea."

" So...why do they call you the High Lady for?"

" They don't. They call me Hightower...Why do you call me the High Lady?"

"...I though that was your name. Oops."

She heard him giggling. "Well Mr. Sanders, it certainly is not. But, you can call me Madeleine if you like."

"Madeleine? I know a girl named Madeleine in my class!"

" Do you?"

" Yup. She looks like a tree frog."

" Well thats not a very nice thing to say."

" I like tree frogs."

She smiled. This kid was just too cute. And just as she was about to say something she heard the voices in the background get a little louder.

"People like you are the reason people like me need medication!"

" Oh come on Lisbon. It's really not that bad."

"...that's your whole argument? It's not that bad? Please, explain."

He sighs. " You said that if Hightower heard my voice on the phone, it would...raise suspicion. And you're right. It would make this situation much worse."

She crossed her arms. Was he for real? He showed no signs in continuing or elaborating, so yea, he was.

" So you thought that If Hightower heard the voice of a 5 year old boy...THAT wouldn't raise suspicion?"

Jane was wearing a shocked expression. " 5 and a HALF, Lisbon."

The next thing Hightower heard was a low thud followed by an "ow" which she assumed meant that Jane had just gotten hit upside the head. (She was right.)

" Hey Nathan, can I speak to Patrick please?"

"Um, hold on." He look over at his two favorite people.

He was rubbing his head. "I think you gave me brain damage."

" What brain?"

Jane was about to defend his honor when Nathan cut in.

" Pat, Madeleine wants to talk to you."

Lisbon gave Jane a pointed look. " Oh look, their on a first name basis. Are you happy?"

" Very. Maybe we should try it sometime, Teresa."

" ...Yea, maybe you do have brain damage."

Nathan laughed. " Pat!"

" Oh yea. Uh...just tell her I'm not home." He gave Lisbon the problem-solved, i-can-fix-anything look.

Nathan raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. He set his attention back to Hightower. "Um...he says he's not home." To which Jane just face-palmed. Lisbon gave him a quiet "Bravo" with extra sarcasm sprinkles on top.

Hightower smirked, " He does, does he?"

Jane knew when to admit defeat. He motioned for Nathan to give him the phone.

" Yea. I think he wants to talk to you now though."

" That's what i thought. Goodbye Nathan."

"Bye Madeleine." and he handed the phone over to Jane.

I know its pretty short, but the Jane-Hightower talk is coming next so no worries :) Tell me if you liked it, and if u have any suggestion for the next chapter, honestly don't be shy. And i just wanna give a HUGENORMOUS thank you to everyone thats been reading and reviewing so far. You guys are awesome! :D