A/N: Um, this took forever. I'm trying this no excuses thing...

Big thanks to Trustfalls for reminding me in a very kind and helpful way, to get my butt into gear. Haha! Your awesome!

Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 5

"Teresa…Teresa?" Walter waved his hand in front of Lisbon's face.

She looked up at him and blinked. Whoops.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Walter. What were you saying?" she asked.

He furrowed his brow and lifted his wine glass to take a sip. "Where were you just now?"

She looked down at the chicken on her plate that she was sure was upwards of fifty dollars and shrugged. "Work," she said honestly. "I am always at work."

"Tough case?"

She looked up, before tugging at the hem of her purple sundress, still feeling casual next to Walter. "You have no idea," she responded.

He leaned toward her. "Would it help to talk about it?"

"I can't discuss ongoing cases, you should know that." She stabbed her fork into a piece of chicken she couldn't remember cutting and popped it into her mouth.

"No, but you can discuss Jane. I know it must be an adjustment having him back." Walter reached over and placed his hand above hers.

A sudden image of Jane lying asleep on her couch popped into her head, followed by a pang of anxiety for him. "It is, but I'd rather not talk about him, if you don't mind," she said as she pulled her hand out from under his and reached for her own wine glass. She took three large gulps before replacing it.

Walter's brow furrowed. "Well, I'm just doing a horrible job, aren't I?"

She looked up from the table. "A horrible job of what?"

"Helping you to relax, to get your mind off things." A waiter passed their table as he spoke and he signaled for the check. He looked back at her. "Plus I had every intention of trying to seduce you again tonight."

Her heart sank at the browbeaten smile he wore. "No, Walter your fine. It's me, I'm a mess. I mean look at me, I'm out at a lovely restaurant, in the company of a very handsome man and I can't stop thinking about work." And Jane, she thought, but there was no way she'd tell Walter that.

"So seduction isn't off the menu for tonight?" he asked with a smirk.

She smiled and shook her head. "Letting me use your couch and then taking me out to dinner is not tantamount to me having sex with you."

He leaned forward. "If I recall, it took a lot less than that last time."

She felt her face heat up and quickly looked down at the table. He was right, and furthermore she had thought about bringing him home tonight. Had thought about working out her frustrations with him in a mad tumble for several hours and then falling asleep with him next to her. She wanted to move on and he was more than willing to help her with that.

He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. "Ah, she remembers," he chuckled.

She was sure by now that her blush was crawling down her neck as well, when it suddenly occurred to her that it had nothing to do with remembering there night together. Walter had been a more than thorough lover, for sure, but she never thought back on it, had never fantasized about seeing him again, or feeling his lips on her skin like she had that night. As a matter of fact, thinking back on the hug Jane had given her the night he'd left had, frankly, been more erotic to her than thinking back on her night with Walter. And she was at no loss as to why that was. So why was she considering taking Walter home?

She sank in her chair as she realized that her blush right now was stemming more from frustration than anything else. She'd never thought herself a petty person, but she was. She'd gone out with Walter just to spite Jane, knowing full well that if she'd spent the night with Walter, there would be no way Jane would miss it in the morning. She wanted to make him pay for what he'd done to her, to make him feel how she'd felt. A part of her wanted to see his wounded expression when he'd figured it out.

She felt a sick twisting in her gut when all these feelings and thoughts played themselves out in her mind, all in flash, and hated herself a little for feelings she hadn't allowed herself to recognize. Still, Jane had ruined her for any other man, had made it impossible for them to be together unless she was willing to give up her dignity, which she wasn't, and he'd never even kissed her. The bastard!

She was about to pull her hand from Walter's again when his phone beeped. "I'm sorry," he said, "I wasn't supposed to be getting any calls or messages." He released her hand and pulled his phone from his jacket.

She sighed in relief that she hadn't had to pull her hand from him. Walter was an egomaniac, childish, playboy, but he had also been very kind to her and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. He had so many people in his life who were fake and the last thing he needed was another. Plus, she really didn't want to be fake.

He cleared his throat as he looked at his messages and then up at her. "You arrested Harold Mead for Max and Veronica James's murders?" he sounded completely flummoxed. "That's ridiculous."

"I thought you wanted me to help you move the chest of drawers, not that you wanted me to move it on my own." Cho leaned against the wall in the stairwell, holding the weight of the dresser, while Jane smiled down at his phone before snapping it shut and shoving it back in his pocket.

"Sorry," Jane said grabbing the dresser again. "I just had a thought."

"Well, stop thinking until were up the stairs."

Jane moved up and back a step, "Yes, sir."

"So what do you think?" Jane asked after the dresser was firmly set in the spare room.

Cho shrugged. "It looks good."

Jane smiled and rolled back on his heels, then glanced over at Cho. "You never did tell me why you stopped by," he said. That had been intentional of course. Jane knew that whatever Cho had to say was serious, obviously about Lisbon, or he would've waited to talk to him about it at work the next day.

Cho placed his hands on his hips. "I think you might have a concussion. I don't think you should be alone tonight."

Jane crossed his arms. "You're here for Lisbon."

Cho nodded. "She's angry at you, but she'd suffer if you died, so I'm here."

Jane smirked. "You couldn't pretend that you were here because you were worried for me?"

"No." Cho moved toward the dresser and pushed it to the right an inch. "Especially since you make me help you fix things every time I come over."

Jane chuckled. "Doesn't matter, I know you care regardless."

"I do care," Cho said in a rare display of affection. "You've been a good friend to me, to Grace and Rigs, to all of us really. That said if it comes to choosing between you and Lisbon…"

"It won't come to that," Jane said raising his hand.

"She's out on a date with Mashburn tonight, did you know that?" Cho asked.

Jane nodded, then turned and left the room, with Cho following behind. "I know that," he said as the two men made their way down the stairs and into the living room.

Cho cleared his throat. "Then why are you here instead of trying to head her off?"

Jane sat down on his plush pistachio colored couch. "You know how she is, stubborn as a mule. If I tell her not to do something, or try to intervene, she'll only dig her heels in further."

"I don't understand why you don't just tell her your back, that you've been back," Cho said taking a seat in the matching arm chair.

Jane gave him a withered look. "You seem to have forgotten your own reaction to that news, and you're not even in love with me."

It was almost four months to the day when Cho had first seen Jane. Jane had been careful not to go anywhere he knew the team would be, but Cho had seen him at a small farmer's market and after having chased him down and catching him, he'd put him in a very painful headlock. Jane resisted the urge to rub his neck just thinking about it.

"You're lucky I didn't lay you flat," Cho said in a tone that made Jane feel a little nervous. "You would have deserved it."

Jane felt his brow furrow. He remembered how upset Cho had been that he'd been in town for a month, had purchased a house and hadn't called any of them. He'd seen it as a betrayal and it had taken a lot of convincing to get Cho on his side, and he still wasn't convinced that he really was on his side. The whole team really did buy into the idea that the five of them were family. But he had insisted that his presence be kept a secret and Cho had honored that, even though it was killing him to keep it from Lisbon.

"Well, I'd rather face the wrath of the team than let my reputation drag you through the mud," Jane said, sounding a lot more bitter than he'd meant to.

"What did you do to her?" Cho asked.

Jane fought the urge to be difficult and answered as honestly as he could. "I don't know. She just stopped taking my calls." Hearing her voice had been too much of a temptation to come back, and it made him sad, so he rarely called her. They'd scheduled a night to talk around his six-months-away mark, but when he called her she hadn't answered. He hadn't thought much of it until five calls and a week later when she still hadn't answered. He remembered how panicked he'd been that she was hurt, and had called the CBI only to be told that she was fine. After that he'd taken the first flight back and had stalked her during her lunch hour. The moment she was out of the office and able to take his call he'd called her, but instead of taking it she denied the call and shoved her phone back into her pocket.

"So instead of going and talking to her like a normal person, you buy a house in her city and avoid her? Brilliant."

Jane chose to ignore the jab. "Did she say anything to you?"

Cho shook his head and squirmed a little on the couch trying to make himself more comfortable. "No, but come to think of it, she was really moody for a while and then sad. She's still sad, but she's hiding it better."

"Do you remember when it started?" Jane probed.

Cho's brow rose. "Six months ago."

"So the real question is what happened to her six months ago?" Jane ran a hand through his curls.

"You can't just go in guns blazing with this. If you do, she'll clam up and never tell you what happened. And if you don't get this case solved soon, she'll have reason to convince herself that your presence isn't really needed," Cho warned.

Jane nodded absently while staring blankly at the coffee table. "Yes, which is why I just texted Mashburn." He looked up at Cho and smiled.

Cho's mouth dropped open. "What did you do?"

"Your lack of faith is disheartening Kimball," Jane said feigning hurt.

"So is your knack for causing trouble."

Lisbon pushed through the glass doors of the high rise building where Max James' company was and rolled her eyes as both Jane and Mashburn followed, bickering behind her. After Mashburn had asked her about Harold Mead last night she'd asked him to come in to the office the next day hoping he might be able to give her some insight on the man. She knew immediately that it was going to be a long day when Jane approached Mashburn the moment he stepped off the elevator, as she was trying to head him off, and thanked Mashburn for coming in. It was then she realized that Jane had manipulated it into happening. A year away from him really had been too long. She berated herself for not realizing what he was doing beforehand, and now, somehow, he'd gotten her to bring them both with her to interview the witnesses. She worried she was getting soft, but somehow he'd made it seem like the thing to do.

She jammed the elevator button with her thumb three times and refused to look back at the two men standing behind her as they verbally sparred with one another, annoying her more than the each other, and both grinning from ear to ear. She almost wished the two did hate each other and dealt with it like normal jealous men who were fighting over a girl would: with fists. And preferably in front of her so she could arrest them both and get them out of her hair.

"What color was it?" Jane asked.

Walter hummed in his throat before answering. "Purple with white flowers. It was a sundress, showed a fair amount of leg too." Walter tapped her on her shoulder. "Isn't that right Teresa?"

She shrugged his hand off and tried to ignore him as she ground her teeth.

"Our Teresa has great legs, doesn't she?" Jane asked in a singsong voice.

She felt her stomach jerk at his use of the word "our" and hit the button again.

"You've seen Teresa in a short skirt before?" Walter asked sounding truly surprised.

"Well, no, in her night shirt, but I'm sure I'll see her in a short skirt someday." She could practically see Jane rolling back on his heels while giving Walter a sly grin and wondered what was taking the elevator so damned long. Any minute now, any minute and she was going to snap, she could feel it. They'd been going on like this for the last hour.

"That sure of yourself, huh?" Walter asked.

Jane made a noncommittal noise in his throat and she could feel her body shaking with anger. So far they'd talked about her dress, the way she ate, her facial expressions and her skin. She'd done a fairly good job of ignoring them, but now they were talking about her like she was a mark who didn't happen to be standing two feet in front of them. She felt her hand go unwittingly to the hilt of her gun.

"Uh Teresa," Jane said in a voice she knew he expected to be soothing. "Deep breaths, it's just a bit of harmless teasing."

The elevator dinged and she quickly stepped in then turned on them with a glare that could've killed Rasputin. They stopped in their tracks. If she hadn't been so angry she might have found the shocked and near horrified expressions on their faces funny. "If either of you get in this elevator, I'll shoot to kill." Her hand gripped her gun tightly and Jane stepped back with his hands up, which in turn caused Walter to step back.

"Okay, we'll get the next one," Jane told her as the elevator doors shut.

She hit the button for the twenty-third floor, then took a few calming breaths. They were supposed to be meeting with Max James' attorney, David Hurt and his secretary Stephanie Klein and the last thing she needed was to be flustered. Mr. Hurt and Ms. Klein had both witnessed James' death and had been very thoroughly interviewed yesterday by Rigsby and Van Pelt, but Jane had insisted he interview them as well. She'd seen no reason to say no, because this was what Jane did: saw things others missed. She was sure Walter was part of whatever scheme he was planning, but she was also equally sure that he'd schemed to involve Walter to get her goat.

She took one last deep breath, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose right before the elevator opened letting her off into a reception area that had white marbled floors, white couches and white flowers. She furrowed her brow at the choice of décor and made her way to the front desk. A pretty young receptionist with long auburn hair and puffy red eyes looked up at her as she approached.

Lisbon lifted her badge. "I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon with the CBI. I'm here to speak with David Hurt and Stephanie Klein."

The girl's eyes widened. "I'm Stephanie," she said sounding surprised.

Lisbon tilted her head a little. "You weren't aware we were coming?"

"I was I just thought it'd be the agents from yesterday." She dabbed her nose with a tissue that she had been holding clenched in her hand. She stood up. "Mr. Hurt said we could talk in his office."

Lisbon lifted a hand. "I have two more men coming up in just a minute, a consultant, Patrick Jane and Walter Mashburn," she said. "Would you mind waiting for them while I get started with Mr. Hurt?"

"Walter Mashburn?" The girls sniffling stopped. "The billionaire?"

Lisbon felt her chin pull back, but chose to ignore the question. "Where's Mr. Hurt's office?" Stephanie grabbed a small compact off her desk and opened it. "Ms. Klein," Lisbon spoke louder and the girl looked up again. "Mr. Hurt?"

"Oh sorry," Stephanie said in a sweet tone that made Lisbon's jaw clench again. "It's the last door at the end of the hall."

"Thank you," Lisbon said as she shook her head at the woman who was applying makeup before she'd even made it around her desk.

The door at the end of the hall was open, and when she approached she saw a man standing at the window with his hands in his suit pockets, looking out over the city. She stopped at the door.

"Mr. Hurt?" Lisbon spoke softly even though she wasn't entirely sure why. "I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon with the CBI," he turned as she continued. "Are you all right?"

The last word fell awkwardly off her lips as she got her first full view of him. He was a little taller than Jane, but a little shorter than Mashburn. He had light brown hair and green eyes, a lean, muscular build and was very attractive. She'd obviously caught him off guard and got the immediate impression that wasn't normal for him.

"Agent Lisbon?" He shook his head and pulled his hands from his pockets. "Ah, yes, of course." He smiled at her, a very genuine, kind smile and made his way around his desk. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Please, come in."

She walked forward stopping by two black leather chairs that stood in front of his desk. He reached for her hand and shook it firmly, then instead of dropping her hand, he kept hold of it, signaling for her to sit in one of the leather chairs, and kept her hand until she was seated before sitting in the chair directly next to her, instead of across the desk from her like she thought he would. She felt herself flush lightly.

"I was just thinking about what was going to happen to the company. It's my responsibility to deal with all legal aspects, but now with James dead and Mead in jail I'm not sure I'll be able to keep everything afloat," he sighed, then forced a quick smile. "It's a little stressful."

"I'll bet," she said sympathetically. "Still, you must be very good at what you do to have gotten where you are?"

He chuckled. "I'm okay. James, Mead and I have known each other since college. I think I lucked into this job more than anything."

She couldn't tell if he was being modest or not but thought he was. "I'm sorry we have to take up more of your time. We only have a few follow up questions." She smiled at him, while at the same time wondering why she'd just apologized to him.

He smiled at her in return. "Not at all. Anything I can do to help. Max was a difficult man, but he was a good employer, fair. As I said I've known him for a long time, and I must have liked him most of the time, because I'm still here."

"Thank you," she said, a little impressed that he'd been honest enough to admit that James was difficult. Most people only ever said good things about the deceased, even if they had to make up lies to do it. "If you wouldn't mind I would appreciate it if you could explain what you saw again?"

"You remember what to do?" Jane asked Walter as they stepped off the elevator. Jane barely caught him nodding as he caught a glimpse of Teresa down the hall from the reception desk. She stopped at an office briefly before stepping inside. He looked back at Walter and grinned when he saw Walter smiling at the cute receptionist who was in turn smiling back. So far, so good, Jane thought as he and Walter made their way to the front desk.

Jane watched feeling more and more pleased with himself as they stopped at the desk. The girl hadn't taken her eyes off Walter once, and he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't even noticed he was there.

"Mr. Mashburn," she said when they stopped at her desk. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I loved your interview in Time Magazine last year, it was very insightful. I'm Stephanie." She reached out her hand to Walter and he shook it.

"Why, thank you," Walter said before looking at Jane with a cheeky grin.

Jane shrugged. "I didn't read it."

"You should," Walter said, "It was on building a business from the ground up. Might come in handy, you know, in the event the CBI doesn't work out for you."

"Who's the confidant one now?" Jane asked with a smirk, he then looked back at the receptionist. "You're Stephanie Klein?"

She pulled her eyes from Walter reluctantly and Jane watched with amusement as she looked him up and down, pleased with what she was seeing. He fought the urge to shake his head, as she obviously reined herself in and answered. "Yes, your partner, Agent…"

"Lisbon," both he and Walter supplied at the same time.

She looked between both of them, and settled on Walter again, before answering. "Yes," she smiled at Walter. "She's with Mr. Hurt now. Can I take you down to them?"

Walter looked at Jane for the answer.

"No thank you Stephanie, I think we'll start with you," Jane said.

Her brow furrowed as she looked back at him again. "Of course. I'm happy to answer your questions, but I don't know anything more than what I told the two other agents yesterday."

"Which was?" Jane leaned against the counter and Walter followed suit.

She sent Walter a small smile, then answered. "Mr. Hurt and I went up to the thirtieth floor, that's where Max's office was, for a meeting. When we walked in, he dropped two pills into his glass," she put her hand on her chest, "I thought it was Alka-Seltzer or something, he'd been very stressed recently and had been having stomach problems, anyway he swallowed and a minute later he started freaking out." Her eyes glistened and she reached for a tissue. "It was horrible. Mr. Hurt tried to help, to give him CPR, but…"

"Is that all?" Jane asked.

She nodded then made eye contact with Walter. "If we'd known you were coming, Mr. Mashburn…"

"Please call me Walter."

Stephanie smiled and continued, "we would have had lunch or beverages ready."

Jane raised his brow. "So you'll make a fuss for the playboy billionaire, but not the cops investigating the death of your boss and lover."

Her head whipped toward Jane, her eyes bugged, and her jaw dropped. "I, he, we weren't…" she stuttered.

"I, he, we… You weren't what?" Jane prodded.

She scowled at him. "He was a married man!"

Jane rolled back on his heels. "And no married man has ever cheated? It's obvious you were lovers, so you might as well come clean."

"It's not obvious, because it's not true," she said, her voice getting louder as she went.

"Oh please." Jane rolled his eyes. "You couldn't be more blatant if you tried. You're eyes are all puffy from having been crying an inordinate amount, you work seven floors apart yet still call him Max while at the same time calling the man who works on the same floor as you Mr. Hurt, you knew he'd been stressed and was suffering from an upset stomach, and while I know receptionist are often hired for their looks I get the feeling that Max James hired you because you look just like his wife, twenty years younger." Jane furrowed his brow and glanced over at Walter. "Players often have a type that they stick to and Stephanie here fit the mold. Just like Celia."

"The girlfriend?" Walter asked.

Jane nodded.

"Girlfriend?" Stephanie whispered.

Jane looked at her. "Yes, his other girl on the side. You didn't really think you were the only one?"

"How dare you!" she yelled.

Jane could see Lisbon speed walking down the hall with the man Jane assumed must be David Hurt. "How dare I? Did I do something daring?" Jane turned to Walter with a questioning glance and just barely saw as Stephanie's hand raised and flew toward him. He managed to step back in time, as Lisbon ran the last few feet down the hall placing herself between Stephanie and Jane.

"What is going on here?" she snapped.

"She tried to hit me!" Jane pointed at Stephanie.

"Stephanie?" David Hurt questioned, but the woman was still glaring at Jane.

"You are out of line, and unprofessional," she pointed at him. "I want your badge number or name, so I can make a complaint to your superiors," Stephanie barked.

"I'm not a cop, you prissy little tramp," Jane snipped. "But sense you obviously weren't hired for your memory or attention span I'll help you out. The names Patrick Jane. Would you like me to write it down for you?"

"Jane," Lisbon hissed. "Stop it!" But her attempts to control the situation before it got out of hand were too late as Stephanie lunged in Jane's direction. Jane backed away, hands raised, as Lisbon sported the brunt of Stephanie's forward inertia. She stepped back a little to regain her footing, then fire flashed through her eyes as she grabbed Stephanie's arm, pulled it behind her back and shoved her into her desk. "Ms. Klein, if you persist, I will arrest you, do you understand?" Stephanie whimpered. "Do you understand?" Lisbon barked.

"Yes," she said quietly.

Lisbon released her arm. Stephanie stood up, and brushed, angry and embarrassed tears from her eyes, before turning and walking down the hall. Jane glanced at Mashburn who nodded in his direction, then followed Jane's glance down the hall.

Jane turned to Lisbon, who was trying to avoid the slightly stunned and very impressed look David Hurt was giving her.

"I'm so sorry about that Agent Lisbon," David said. "I don't know what's gotten into her."

"I do," she grumbled, sending a quick glare in Jane's direction. Jane smiled. "You can call me Teresa, if you'd like," she said returning her attention to David.

"The way you handled that was…" David let the sentence trail off. "I've never seen anyone move so fast before."

Lisbon blushed and looked down.

Jane scowled. "Another one?" he said aloud not thinking about what he was doing, as he was too busy being irritated to no end that another man was making her blush. It was bad enough he had to deal with Walter. He fisted his hands and shoved them into his pant pockets.

Lisbon and David glanced in his direction and he could tell that Lisbon knew what he was thinking when she quickly looked back at David. "We have to go, thank you for your time." She glanced around. "Where's Wal… Mr. Mashburn?"

Jane nodded and Lisbon followed his gaze finding Walter standing down the hall with Stephanie, who had somehow, magically, gotten over her anger and embarrassment from earlier.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, for crying out loud. Walter," she yelled at the same time she raised her hand to motion him back, "let's go! Mr. Hurt, we might be in touch."

"Of course," he said with a big grin.

Walter sauntered up and winked at her.

Jane scowled at David one more time before turning to the elevator and pushing the button. Walter stopped at his side and looked over at him. Jane knew he must look cranky because Walter's smile quickly dissipated. Walter glanced over his shoulder at the same time Jane did and saw David take Lisbon's hand in both of his. She shook his hand, and blushed again. The elevator dinged and when Jane looked over at Walter again, he was also scowling. The elevator opened.

"Teresa," Walter said, "the elevator is here."

She turned from David and he followed her to the elevator with a smile as first Walter, then Jane and then she loaded on.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," David said.

Teresa smiled. "You too."

David turned from them as the elevator doors started to close, then quickly whipped back around and shoved his hand into the elevator causing it to open again. Jane huffed and dropped his head to his hand.

"Teresa, I know this is probably a little unorthodox, but…" Jane's head jerked up. David continued, "if you're interested I'd like to take you out sometime."

"She's taken!" Jane barked at the exact same time as Mashburn. Jane swatted away David's hand so the elevator could close and Mashburn grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

As soon as the doors closed she grabbed Walter's hand and yanked it from her arm, then turned and glared at Jane. "I am not taken! You got it?" She glanced between both men. "I am not a piece of property!"

"Of course not," Jane said noticing that Walter looked about as contrite as he felt, "but that doesn't mean you should be doing something so hasty."

Walter jumped in, "He makes a good point Teresa, I mean you just had dinner with me last night."

Jane nodded in agreement and raised his brow. "You wouldn't want anyone thinking your fickle, now would you?" Jane spat. He knew he was letting his frustration get the best of him, but he'd had it. Sure, he'd been gone a year, but surely that didn't condone this.

Her face turned red. "Fickle? I'm fickle? That's it, listen to me, both of you," she said waggling her finger between the two. "I am not dating anyone. I went on a date with you Walter, but that was the extent of it, and further I am not an idiot. I am not going to date someone who may or may not be a person of interest in a murder investigation that I'm leading and I sure as hell wouldn't bring a new man into my life when I already have the two of you to worry about. Am I understood?"

"Just so you know, Teresa, I wasn't hitting on Stephanie—well, I mean I was, but I was doing it to help Jane out," Walter said.

Lisbon gave him a confused look, then got an aha look on her face and that was when Jane realized that she hadn't been referring to Walter as fickle, but him. But that made no sense whatsoever. He'd been head over heels for her for years.

She shook her head at Walter and looked at Jane expectantly. "So," she said.

He felt his brow furrow. "So?"

"Why was Walter hitting on Stephanie and why did he get her all riled up? I know you did it intentionally and I want to know why," she said in her boss voice while placing her hands on her hips.

Jane forced a smile. "She lunged at me in front of a cop and while at the same time trying to make a pass at Walter. That woman has homicidal tendencies."

"What? Why didn't you say that earlier! I could've arrested her for attempted assault," she spat.

"Meh, I'm still not sure she did it," Jane said rolling back on his heels. "Best to meet James' girlfriend, Celia, before I pass judgment."

She glared at him before turning her back. Jane looked over at Walter who was smiling again.

"Well that was eventful," Walter said sounding thoroughly pleased.

Jane shrugged. "Just another day on the job, Walter. Just another day on the job."

A/N: So I loved My Blue Heaven so much. Such a great episode, but I have to say that I was a little heart broken when I heard Lisbon say that she hadn't heard from Cho in months. So I'll just have to use this fic to make myself feel better about it, I guess.

Anonymous Reviews:

Ilovetea: I'm glad the ending surprised you. This was actually planned from the beginning, but I'm hoping people wont be to mad at Cho after this last chapter. Eek. I'm glad you enjoyed the part in the office. I could see Jane doing something similar on the show, and that scene really resignated with me for that reason, so it was great to know you enjoyed it. Thank you for your lovely review!

Guest: Thank you! and then I took forever again... Meh. Sorry. Thank you for your review!

Ravenclaw: Thank you so much! I think Cho and Jane will defintely have some more surprises coming up, together and individually. Thank you for reviewing even when you couldn't login, cuz you were at work, that's super flattering!