"Fix this, or I'll break your nose."

Jane looked up from his book, curious, finding Cho standing in front of the couch - an immovable force with arms folded and a frown that would scare the devil himself directed right at him.

"What is it that I need to fix that has you threatening bodily harm?" he inquired.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Whatever it is, fix it."

Jane frowned now, "So you're threatening to break my nose for something, but you don't know what that something is?"

"Pretty much."

The blond mentalist shifted in his seat, "Let me get this straight. You think I did something, and I'm supposed to figure out what that something is."

"It's simple. I saw Lisbon this morning. She looked like she'd been crying. I'm pretty sure you're to blame.'

Jane scoffed at him. "And how do you figure that?"

Cho gave a miniscule shrug. "You nearly drown, she cries. You lose your memory, she cries. You get your memory back and re-live your family dying, she cries. You disappear for months on end, she cries. You come back, she cries. You let on that you slept with Lorelei - that was a big one - she cries. You you disappear again….."

"Okay, I get the picture. But for the record, I did nothing wrong. We went for ice cream last night."

"I know you did something."

"Nope."

Cho eyed him suspiciously. "I know you did something," he repeated pointedly.

Jane rolled his eyes. "Okay, Mr Nosy. During the last week, I bought her coffee three times, I let her drive without whining about wanting my turn, I found a shop that makes the most excellent bear claws and bought her a couple, I told her she looked beautiful before her date with Pike the other night, and I bought her ice-cream. Not seeing a problem there."

"Huh." Cho looked perplexed. "Well something's upset her."

When Jane didn't reply, Cho's suspicion rose.

"You know."

"What do I know?" Jane asked frustratedly.

"You know what's upsetting her."

"Maybe I do," Jane murmured mysteriously.

"Spit it out."

"No."

"Spit it out, or I'll break your nose."

"So bossy," Jane whined. "How did Rigsby put up with you all those years?"

"Jane, I want to know what's upsetting her so we can fix it," Cho explained slowly.

Jane huffed, "Fine, but you can't tell anyone or I'll be the one breaking your nose!"

At Cho's raised eyebrow, he amended his statement "Fine, I'll get Fischer to break your nose. Does that scare you? Just sit."

Cho lowered himself onto the couch next to Jane, totally unprepared for what came next.

"Pike's asked her to move to DC with him."

"He what?" Cho's reaction was almost angry, as he raised off the couch in shock. It was the kind of reaction Lisbon might have expected from Jane, not from the man who had been her trusty 2IC all those years in Sacramento.

"You heard."

Cho shook his head, and Jane was almost amused at the display of emotion on the face of such a normally impassive man. "Is she going?"

"She hasn't decided yet," Jane admitted with a frown.

"Fix this."

"I thought you liked Pike," Jane eyed Cho curiously.

"I do. He's nice, dependable, loyal. An all-round good guy. She'll be bored to death in no time, and she'll blame herself when they split, so" he spoke slowly, as though to a child. "you need to fix this."

"She hasn't made a decision," Jane insisted. "There's nothing to fix."

"Ever heard of preventative measures?"

"What do you want me to do?" Jane was getting seriously frustrated at this point, never having heard Cho so talkative or insistent.

"Talk to her. Tell her the truth for once in your life," Cho responded. "She's upset because she's looking for an out. She's looking for a reason not to go. You're not giving her that."

"Why does it have to me me?"

Cho actually smacked him over his right ear for that. "Jane, don't play dumb. I'm not in the mood. You know the drill. She loves you. You love her. Pike is her distraction from the fact that you're an infantile, non-committal jerk. Fix. This."

With that, Cho got up and walked away, shaking his head as he went.

Jane whined to himself, rubbing his right ear. For a quick slap, that was actually pretty sharp.

"Hey Jane."

He turned, taking in the vision of Lisbon before him, still rubbing his ear.

She frowned. "What happened?" she asked, coming over, gently pushing his arm out of the way and running a hand over his head.

Jane gave her his best lost-boy pout, "Cho hit me," he whined.

Lisbon sighed and shook her head.

"What did you do this time?"

Jane sank back into his couch, "I give up," he muttered under his breath.