Halloween Part 2.

Cookies and milk to those of you who guessed what Rigsby would do. I don't think anyone will be disappointed here. I still struggle with Jane. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!

DISCLAIMER: I plan to check my daughter's trick or treat bag carefully, but am pretty sure we won't find them!

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That night they were each to arrive at the party separately. Lisbon had gotten there first. Like any good leader, she wanted to survey and plan. She was wearing the ridiculous outfit and was comforted to know that 3 other women were similarly dressed. Only her costume came with a wire and carefully concealed weapon.

Cho arrived next striding quite confidently in his boots and cowboy hat. He spotted Lisbon immediately and gave her a discrete nod. She looked amazing, but he knew her well enough to know she hated the costume. He had just worn the vest and tight jeans. Jane was right, he had been working out and the costume accentuated his hard earned muscles. The women were certainly taking note of that. Lisbon was amused to see him wearing a sheriff star. Only Cho's sense of humor would have added that detail.

Jane swaggered in wearing the pirate hat, tight pants and shirt open to his waist. The shirt, (she was sure it was silk, the way those sleeves moved) was tucked into the high waisted black pants. The whole outfit, complete with an Errol Flynn Moustache gave him a rakish air he carried so well Lisbon had to smile to herself. There were a dozen Johnny Depp wannabe pirates but only Jane could carry off the traditional pirate look. Apparently the women thought so. She wasn't sure why it bothered her, but it did.

Van Pelt was desperately trying to hide her nerves as she angled away from groping hands. Lisbon had to admit Jane was right. She did have the figure for the Bunny outfit and her gorgeous red hair was curled and tousled under the ears. Her costume fit like a glove and pushed her attributes high and on display. Lisbon could only hope that Rigsby didn't spontaneously combust when he saw her. Rigsby. Where was he? There were a few men who were close to his height, but he hadn't shown up yet.

From her position on the balcony overlooking the dance floor, Lisbon became aware of some women murmuring. She was pretty sure they were a little high on God knows what. These women had commented quite explicitly on each man and his costume and attributes. As they were proving to be a good source of information, she stayed close and listened. They had drooled about Cho and Jane and were pissed they hadn't thought of a bunny. The Tinkerbelle and sexy witch were now just about falling over the railing to get a look at the latest arrival.

As they were joined by a kitten that ran up squealing over the new man, the DJ put on a remix of "Holding Out for a Hero"

"Oooo perfect song!"

"I am on Fire!"

"Rescue me baby"

The object of their attention was none other than Rigsby. Jane watched in shock as the shy, sweet agent she knew became the object of fantasy for these party girls. He was shirtless wearing a pair of bunker pants, held up by red suspenders, tucked into a pair of firefighter's boots and a fireman's helmet. Lisbon caught the shocked eyes of Van Pelt as she watched him get pulled on to the dance floor by a barely dressed Girl Scout and devil. And Rigsby, the agent who she was sure hated dancing, was grinding it up out there with the two women.

Teresa felt Jane come up behind her and murmur, "Poor Grace. She didn't know what she wanted till someone else had him"

"Did you know about this costume?"

"I knew he was a volunteer fireman, so I am not surprised he has the gear. Who knew he was so confident wearing it. Oh look, Cho is having fun despite himself"

Lisbon tore her stunned eyes away from the oiled chest, (wait oiled?) chest of her team member to watch Cho dancing with a mermaid.

This evening was getting more and more bizarre. Lisbon began to wonder how they could find anyone acting oddly when everyone was acting with such abandon. A headache began to form behind her temples. She had loved Halloween as a child. Her mother would dress her as princesses and cheerleaders. Once her mother was gone, the joy of holidays was sucked out of them. Halloween was another reminder of how her childhood should have gone.

"C'mon Teresa, let's dance. You can't stand here glowering at people all night. No one will ever believe your cover."

Jane tugged one of Lisbon's pigtails to get her attention. He knew she was back in her childhood. He was trying to block out memories of pictures of a little blonde fairy with pink sparkle wings. His daughter had worn those wings for a week before and after Halloween. She would refuse to go to bed until she had sprinkled fairy dust on him.

Holidays were not happy times for Patrick Jane. They were another mark on a calendar that took him further and further away from his wife and child.

To make things worse, he was here at a party trying not to ogle another woman. There was an entire club of scantily clad women here; most were trying to get his attention. But Jane saw only Lisbon. He had noticed the other women as he noticed everything. But only Lisbon legs in white thigh high stockings with red bows that matched the red bows on her pigtails really commanded his full attention. With the red heeled Mary Janes and white blouse tied under her breasts, she was a bad boy's dream. And Jane was a very bad boy. He should not be noticing this. It unsettled him.

They both shook off their somber moods and outwardly joined the revelry. By the time they got down to the dance floor, Cho and Rigsby were each dancing with 2 women and several others were attempting oust the lucky ones. Cho was handling all this with a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. He knew that if any of these women had a clue he was a cop, they would run like the wind.

"The ROOF, THE ROOF the roof is on fire we don't need no water here, let the mother f*ker burn!"

Watching Rigsby lead a contingent of partygoers in that chant as the song played was almost as funny as watching Van Pelt. Jane observed her dancing with a much shorter Zorro as she watched in horror as quiet, sweet Rigsby behaved like a party animal player.

Lisbon had to lean in close to Jane to ask him, "Did you do anything to Rigsby?"

"No, that's all him. I am sure he behaves this way at his firehouse. It's a strictly testosterone based environment I am told. The last of the old boys clubs"

"Well, I hope he can manage to pay attention to the crowd and those suspects we wanted to be watched."

"Frankly, there is no need. If you will observe over your left shoulder, that doorway marked 'Seventh Circle', you can see our killer enter and exit"

Casually spinning her out, Jane maneuvered Lisbon so she could see. In between her exasperation, she had to admire his smooth moves. Of course he would be fabulous on a dance floor. The man had the muscle control of a tiger, all lean and dangerous.

She watched as Terrance Cook, a low level street muscle wearing a bad James Dean ensemble was being moved out of that doorway by a couple of very large devils wearing jeans and horns. He looked terrified to be in their company. Lisbon caught Cho's eyes and motioned subtly with her eyes. He got it right away and snapping Rigsby's suspenders began to move him toward that door.

"How do you know he did it? And why?"

"Cook is working for Oscar Cavacoli, who used to own this club with Jason Royce. They fought about the direction of the club 3 months ago, and Cavacoli wants to open his own club. I am sure Cook was only supposed to frighten some party goers, not kill the Governor's friends. My dear Lisbon, his actions drew unwanted attention to this club. Those men are about to take him out and dispense justice, street style. Not that I personally have a problem with that, but I know it matters to you. If you want to catch them you might want to have the team cover the exits and grab him. I don't think they will allow another killing to take place here"

Lisbon sighed and danced closer to Jane to cover her as she spoke into her earpiece.

"Units Alpha, Delta and Charlie apprehend Terrance Cook and the men with him. I am on my way out."

Just then Cook decided to make a break for it, surprising his companions. Fortunately, Cho and Rigsby were there ahead of him and grabbed him, stopping the furious devils with a flash of a badge.

"Yeah, we got it from here. You might want to have your boss buy a round. And tell him the bartender dressed as Batman is under pouring and skimming the till"

At Rigsby's stunned look, Cho shrugged and said, "You didn't catch that? Your bartending skills aren't rusty, they're corroded"

The team gathered by the door where Minelli waited with the back up units. He closed his eyes at their costumes and announced, "You had better wait until the morning to write all this up. You will cause a riot at CBI if you show up dressed like that." With that, he turned away and began to direct the other units to pull out. He wanted as few people as possible to see this.

"Did you hear that? Let's go back in and dance. Wouldn't you like to dance with Rigsby?" Jane directed Rigsby's attention away from the suspect he had just handed over to the uniforms. It was a good thing Cook was in custody because he could have skipped away for all Rigsby noticed. He finally got a look at Van Pelt in her costume.

Rigsby went from being the self assured sexy firefighter to a guy seeing the woman he loved in a Bunny Costume. Her 3 stiletto inch heels put her and that cleavage that much closer to his eyes. Those eyes had grown huge and took in the miles of legs and the tiny little green one piece outfit.

Cho decided to have a little fun. Truthfully, it had been fun dancing like that and he wouldn't mind going back in. He was pretty sure tonight's actions and clothing would be put in a communal 'don't ask, don't tell' drawer in the unit's memories.

Grabbing Grace's hand, he said, "C'mon Van Pelt, I promise not to pull your tail. That was a kick ass sound system. Let's go!"

Lisbon stopped them all. "I am sure I don't have to remind you all that we are agents and everyone in that club has seen us as such. The reception might not be too warm. At everyone's disappointed looks, she relented. "Ok, but you were all warned"

Lisbon knew at that moment, she was seriously outnumbered. "Before we go in, I have to know, Rigsby? What the hell?"

Grace was just about to walk back in with Cho, swinging her tail because she knew Wayne was watching. But she turned because she knew this would be the only time they would ever discuss this.

"Huh?" Rigsby came out of his trance like devouring of Van Pelt visually with a start.

"Oh. Yeah, I had a cousin who did one of those FDNY charity calendars and he wore just this. He said women were all over him. Since I wanted a costume that fit comfortably and concealed a weapon, I just went down to my fire station. My buddy Mac's wife said I had to put some oil on. I think it's just weird, but it seemed to work, right?"

He smiled that eager little boy smile that had endeared the large agent to them all. The player was gone and their Rigsby was back. He took advantage of the momentary pause in Cho and Van Pelt's forward momentum. Grabbing Grace's hand, he tucked it under his crooked arm and smiled down at her. Trying not to stare too hard at the creamy cleavage, he smiled a little and asked, "Do you think there's any good food in there? Those women kept asking about grabbing a bite. I hope they meant food."

Jane, Cho and Lisbon all followed the tall couple into the club. They were pretty sure there was no buffet, but the floor show of the two agents in costume would probably make up for it.

"So, Lisbon, are you a trick or a treat tonight?" Jane's teasing tone whispered in her ear sent shivers down her whole body. This was going to be either a night to remember or forget.

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Yes, I am ending it there. I think I have drawn enough of a mental picture for you all to continue on with here. I drew on my own years of experience with firemen and cops for Rigsby.

The next Holiday will be shorter, but you have to wait till November to see it. Reviews make my stories longer and steamier!!