She's sent the team home - she knew they'd had enough for one day (and probably weren't thinking entirely straight) when Cho and Rigsby started betting with Jane to see if they could figure out his card tricks. That was a quick way to lose a lot of money.
She finally finishes the rest of her forms (ah, the joys of being a 'senior' agent – the higher up you get, the more paperwork you do) and starts pulling her tequila and shot glass out of her desk when Jane unceremoniously barges into her office, almost making her drop the bottle.
"You could knock, you know."
"Eh, watching you jump is fun."
"Sadist," she grumbles under her breath as she bends down to close the drawer.
He makes himself comfortable on her couch. "I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
"Are we celebrating something?" he asks, though he already knows exactly what she's doing.
Lisbon isn't fooled either. "You know perfectly well what. It's been a year since Bosco's been gone."
She's almost finished pouring the shot when she notices Jane's looking at her. Not how like he usually looks at people – making someone intensely uncomfortable while scrutinizing every inch of their face is apparently amusing for the man, and something she got used to a long time ago.
But, not this time. His face is void of any trace of that annoying smirk that usually dominates his features, and he's looking at her with something in his eyes like…kindness, or caring?
She can't really tell. And it doesn't matter, cause it's so un-Jane-like, it's kind of freaking her out.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Can I have one?"
Lisbon doesn't even try to hide the bemused look on her face. "I thought you hated these types of things. You didn't stick around for the little memorial we had last year, and you didn't even like Bosco. So if you're here to mock our ritual, you can leave."
"I'm just here to offer support, I promise."
She's still confused. "Support?"
"Yes. When your friend is feeling down, you're supposed to be there for them, try to make them feel better."
Completely baffled, now. But hey, he looks sincere, and if he wants to act like a normal person with feelings instead of an irritating smartass, then she won't ask questions. She grabs the extra glass in her desk and pours him a drink.
He holds up his glass. "Bosco, as much as he irked me, was a good cop and a good man. He deserves to be remembered. To Sam."
"To Sam," Lisbon echoes. They down the shot, and Jane starts coughing.
"Whoa, that's a little strong."
She grins at him. "Not one for shots, are you?"
He gives her back the glass. "Listen Lisbon, I want to help you out and all, but do you mind if I stop drinking?"
"Aw, come on, you can do another." He looks at her doubtfully, and she gives him a mock pout. "You're supposed to be supporting me Jane." She shoves the glass back in his hand, and he drinks it.
He coughs some more. "This 'supporting your friends' thing is kind of painful."
Lisbon chuckles at him. "Okay whiny, you can stop." Jane pretends to look indignant as she takes the glass back and puts it away.
She knows that being a friend isn't something that comes naturally to Jane. She appreciates his effort, and the company. No one should have to toast to someone's memory alone.
She smiles at him. "Thanks for being here, Jane."
He smiles back. "Anytime."