Whew! I got distracted by the Bones season finale. Wow. That's all I will say! This chapter was a little bit harder to write! I have the hardest time writing Rigsby and Van Pelt. It makes me laugh because this is supposed to be a team fic, but it's becoming more and more Lisbon/Jane centered! I'm such a hopeless shipper! Anyways, I love going to the Atlanta Braves games, but I don't know much about the California teams or stadiums so forgive any errors. Everything I used came from the MSN Sports section! I hope everyone enjoys this one! Thank you for all your reviews and encouragement! Yay for exclamation points!!!

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Chapter 5

Virgil Minelli sat alone in his office, a rare smile gracing his features as he read his e-mail. The team building exercises seemed to be going well for a majority of the teams. Only one of his narcotics teams had blown up at each other, personal issues clouding their judgment. That would definitely involve some rearranging in the near future.

Most of the CBI teams were sticking with old standbys such as ice cream socials, ice breakers, and ropes courses. His Serious Crimes team, however, was a whole different story. At least no one could say they were boring! Honestly, they were probably the only team that didn't actually need these exercises. He was proud of how Theresa was able to effectively lead her team. Their solve rate spoke for itself as for how efficiently they worked together. He easily saw her in his position in the near future. She was a good agent, one of the best. That consultant of hers sure could push her buttons though. He smiled as he glanced over their newest lesson plan.

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Suggested Event: Baseball Game

Location & Date: Friday, Los Angeles Angels (Anaheim)

Objective: Team members will improve observational skills while analyzing reaction times of other people.

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Agent Wayne Rigsby sat at his desk eagerly awaiting the end of the day. He had decided to take the team to an Angels' game. His favorite childhood memories revolved around his dad taking him and his brothers to baseball games. They would eat hotdogs, shell peanuts, and try to catch fly balls when they came near the 'nosebleed' section. He was sure Grace would love it.

The clock struck four, and Lisbon dismissed everyone to go home and change. They met back at the office an hour later and headed to Anaheim. Rigsby and Van Pelt looked like the baseball fanatics they were in their oversized jerseys, and the effect was quite amusing. Pulling into the parking lot, the agents piled out and headed to the stadium.

Venders lined the streets to the stadium shouting out prices and haggling over ticket prices. Finally they entered the stadium and found their seats with ease. Rigsby had season tickets thanks to his family, and they were behind home plate with a spectacular view of the field.

"Oh, Lisbon!" Jane said with a grin while waving a large foam number one hand. She silently groaned as Jane plopped down beside her, shoving an Angels' hat on her head. Cho smiled slightly at his boss's less than thrilled reaction. This was turning into an interesting day for observation. Behind him, Rigsby and Van Pelt were arguing about the teams.

"It's definitely going to come down to the pitching tonight, Rigsby. Santana's back. That's going to make a huge difference."

"No, it is going to come down to Hunter. He'll definitely one-up Bard."

The national anthem was sung and the first pitch was thrown, when Jane stood up and headed for the concession stand. Lisbon rolled her eyes, and kept her eyes on the field. Her brothers always had a game on, and she felt pretty comfortable with the rules and the teams. She smiled as she listened to her two youngest agents banter over which team would come up on top.

Jane returned, passing out peanuts and pretzels for everyone. He handed Lisbon a diet coke, which she gratefully accepted. She frowned when a peanut shell smacked her in the head. Jane was innocently watching the game with no peanuts to be found. She turned her attention back to the game. Whap. A shell fell into her lap. She whipped around with a glare.

"I will not hesitate to dump this drink on you," she said sternly.

"Come on, Lisbon. Have some fun and enjoy yourself," Jane said with a smile. He watched as she slowly smiled. Happily thinking he'd won, he was unprepared for a bag of peanuts to come crashing down all over him. He turned to her with a wide eyed expression, as she tried to contain her laughter.

"Sometimes you feel like a nut," Cho said from above as he high fived Lisbon. That did it. Lisbon burst into laughter. Rigsby, Van Pelt, and Jane all stared at her like she was crazy. They had never heard her laugh so hard…well, while sober that is. Jane waited for her to regain her composure.

"I can't believe you double teamed me!" He crossed his arms and stared at Lisbon with a hurt expression.

"You traitor," he whispered loudly to Cho. Lisbon smacked him as nearby fans began to give them odd looks.

Suddenly, everyone around them turned to stare at the group. Cho looked around wildly looking for a major conspiracy or a guy in a gorilla costume before his gaze rested on the large monitor. Lisbon and Jane were centered on the screen, framed in a heart as the 'kiss cam' roamed the audience seeking out unsuspecting victims. Lisbon held her arms up and shook her head, as the audience started to chant.

"Kiss her. Kiss her."

"They won't stop, you know," he said with a grin.

Sighing she turned to Jane as he leaned closely to her. She turned her cheek toward his lips for a kiss. His hand cupped her face turning her towards him as his lips met hers, his thumb caressing the side of her face. The audience cheered. The other agents looked away as the pair continued, oblivious to everyone around them. Breaking apart, she flushed red as she looked down nervously, refusing to meet his gaze. His thumb ran across her lips, and she gave him a shy smile. Their attention shifted back to the game as his had found hers, a fact that the other agents wisely ignored.

"Those must have been some peanuts," Rigsby muttered.