A/N: I will write something fluffier for SS soon. I promise. x tromana

Title: Punishments
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Jane, Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby
Summary: Hell hath no fury like a small, angry, dark-haired woman.
Disclaimer: If it were mine, I'd have no need for a disclaimer

Punishments

"Jane!"

Cho winced and looked over at Jane sympathetically. Lisbon had just stormed back into the bullpen, looking particularly fierce. It had been years, literally, since he had heard his boss yell at someone using that specific tone of voice. The unfortunate Agent had been fired the next day. Still, it wasn't surprising she was so pissed off. They all were. In fact, Cho was surprised that Rigsby wasn't currently tearing the consultant limb from limb at that very moment. That would probably still be a mild punishment compared to whatever Teresa Lisbon had in store for him.

"How is she, boss? Can we visit her yet?"

Lisbon's gaze softened as Rigsby tentatively asked what they had all been thinking. The poor man had spent the past two hours shredding any piece of paper that was unlucky enough to get in his way. His desk looked like a recycling bin had been upturned on it now.

"She should, should be fine," Lisbon told him gently. "And no visitors 'til morning. Doctor's orders."

Rigsby, obviously disappointed, headed back to his bombsite of a desk, before changing his mind and strolled into the kitchenette instead. Lisbon took the time to glare at Jane again and he meekly followed. Well, as meekly as Patrick Jane could, anyway. Yup, poor bloke, mused Cho. He returned his attentions back to the case file Lisbon had practically flung at him before she had left the CBI headquarters earlier. Cho had a relatively high level of self-preservation. There was absolutely no way he was going to get between his boss and her prey.

"What were you thinking? You nearly had Agent Van Pelt killed!"

"Calm down, woman," he replied, smirking. "Nearly. And you said yourself that she will be fine."

"Should be." Lisbon glowered at him. "If she doesn't make a full recovery…"

"Grace knows full well that she has a dangerous career."

"Made all the more dangerous by your crazy schemes!" Lisbon didn't care who heard now. "Goddammit, Jane. That's what the rules are there for."

Rigsby slammed the fridge door, returned to the bullpen and threw an appreciative Cho a yoghurt. He glanced over at his desk. Bloody nerves. Bloody Patrick Jane, for that matter, too. Hearing Lisbon's irate voice through her closed office door made him certain that leaving Jane to her was the right decision.

"You don't think we should step in now, do you?" Rigsby asked, though not really feeling like doing so at all.

"Nope."

Ouch. Now everyone within 100 metres knew Jane was getting a suspension. And exactly why. Everyone in the vicinity was also probably aware that had it been anyone but Jane putting Van Pelt's life in danger, Lisbon would have kicked their ass out of the building by now. But Lisbon's soft on Jane, and thankfully, he closes cases so she has an excuse to be. And with any luck, Van Pelt would probably be back by the Monday, but as far as Rigsby was concerned Jane deserved everything he got, today, at least. He knew they'd all think twice before going on one of Jane's crazy-ass plans after he got back from the suspension Lisbon was currently detailing to him. For a while, at least.