I apologize for the delay, but I feel so cultured! Heh. In the past week I've seen Les Miserables, Crazy for You, and Vivaldi's Gloria performed with a chamber orchestra. My little sister is about to graduate high school, and her band concert was tonight. Plus, I had to babysit. I'm tired! Anyways, on with the show! I'm glad everyone still likes this story! Sometimes I wonder if what I write is actually funny, so thanks for your reviews! I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to thanking everyone individually like I normally do! But I do love you all! I can't wait for the season finale!!!! It looks awesome!!

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Chapter 4

Theresa Lisbon was filling out team building evaluations. Minelli wanted to know if it was useful for the growth of the team. Lisbon had already learned that Rigsby had paralyzing stage fright and the Cho was never to be allowed near a grill. Yup, these things would definitely come in handy in the line of duty. If a karaoke serial killer ever surfaced, she knew not to put Rigsby undercover. Definitely useful. As for Cho, she was now wary of anything he claimed to be edible. She checked the yes box anyway… free quality entertainment courtesy of the CBI with all expenses paid.

Spinning around in her chair, she glanced at her team through the blinds. This month Grace had volunteered to plan their activity, and Lisbon was honestly curious about what the younger woman would propose. In fact, her form was due any minute. She glanced up at her clock as the familiar phrase 'You've got mail' rang through the room. Well, no one could say Van Pelt wasn't predictable. Lisbon could always expect her assignments to be turned in exactly one hour before the official deadline.

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Suggested Event: Miniature Golf

Location & Date: Friday, Crazy Al's Putt-Putt Extravaganza

Objective: Agents will improve behavior in a competitive setting allowing for growth in tolerance and patience.

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Rigsby eyed the large plastic clown by the entrance to the course. The thing looked ominous. Even the children avoided it, walking through the other gate. He turned back to the others who were still climbing out of the SUV. He thanked the lord it was hot out today and that Van Pelt had decided to wear shorts. He wondered if Jane was thinking the same thing as the consultant's gaze lingered on his boss. Smiling he caught Grace's eye and offered his arm.

"Shall we?" She smiled and played along. His chivalry was quite adorable. Was it wrong for a girl to feel special every once in a while? Entering through the gate farthest from the clown, they headed to the counter to select clubs and golf balls.

"Really, Jane?" Lisbon asked Jane as he picked up a pink club.

"Are you questioning my masculinity?" he asked with a smile. He had chosen the pink club just to see her reaction. He frowned as she picked up an ordinary black club. "Come on, Lisbon! Where's your sense of fun?"

"Zip it, Jane. Stop analyzing the color of my golf club." She rolled her eyes before replacing her club with a purple one as he smiled. The others watched this interaction with interest, making sure to select colored clubs as well before heading out to the green.

Lisbon pulled on her sunglasses and stared at her ball. The others had already taken their first stroke on the triple level starting hole. Gripping the club, she eyed the little hole she was aiming.

"Jane, stop eyeing my ass," she said still staring at her ball. The consultant jumped and shifted his gaze, wondering why people always thought he was the psychic. Clearly, Theresa Lisbon had eyes in the back of her head. She slowly lifted her club before sending her ball sailing over the first obstacle.

"Um, boss?

"I know, Cho. I'm going to go get another ball. Finish up here and I'll meet you at the next hole."

As the game progressed, Cho learned one thing about his boss. If he ever needed her to inflict serious damage upon someone, he would give her a golf club. The woman could not hit anything, and they had all learned to back away when it was her turn. Jane seemed to find this tidbit especially interesting.

"Lisbon, I really don't see how someone who makes a living shooting at things can not direct a ball into a hole with a small club," Jane asked with a grin. A nearby mother glared at him for mentioning firearms in a kid-friendly area. He waved as the mother huffed and pulled her son away.

"So I've never played miniature golf before, don't blame me if I suck." The others stared at her in shock as she moved to swing her club again. Grace ducked as the ball came sailing her way.

"You're parents never took you?" Van Pelt asked with a scandalized expression. Clearly this was a major parenting blunder in the younger agents mind. Lisbon frowned. She had not meant to let that detail slip.

"No," she said clearly indicating the subject was not open for discussion. Cho, who knew more about Lisbon's background than anyone else, gave the others a warning look.

"Well, this will have to be remedied," Jane said eagerly. Lisbon's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to her. "May I?" he gestured to her.

"Be my guest," she replied obviously thinking he was going to show her his magical putting technique. What she wasn't expecting was for him to come up behind her and slip his arms around her, his hands on top of hers. She stiffened and swung the club at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said with a glare. The other agents tried to hold in their laughter as Jane raised his arms warily looking at the dangerous woman with the blunt instrument.

"Good grief, woman! I was just trying to help you. Will you relax?!"

He slowly resumed his previous position, smiling as he felt her breath quicken. So he did have the same effect on her as she did on him. Interesting. He turned his head, softly talking as he walked her through putt-putt 101. Helping her pull the club back, they softly applied just the right amount of pressure for her to sink the ball. His eyes twinkled as she grinned, pleased with her accomplishment.

Rigsby gave Cho a knowing look as they watched the oblivious pair in front of them. The agents finished up the game, with Lisbon's strokes getting better with each hole. As the sun was setting, they left the course feeling very accomplished with that team building event. As they went to turn their clubs back in, Lisbon turned to Jane.

"Jane, next time you want to put your arms around me, just say so." She flashed him a smirk before walking to the SUV leaving him stunned. It was the first time she had acknowledged 'them' out loud. He beamed.