Usual disclaimers apply.
Professional or not, Lisbon couldn't hide the smirk splitting her face. Rigsby laughed openly and even Cho quirked an eyebrow.
Jane stood before them. Immaculate mid-grey jacket and vest. And huge navy jogging pants, held on by the taut drawstring at the waist and elasticated ankles.
So much for leaving his 'go' bag in the attic.
"They're ruined." He held out his suit trousers, with the ripped backside.
"Perhaps you'll learn something from that," Lisbon quipped, but she took them, assessing the damage.
"It's just a seam opened up, Jane. They'll stitch."
"Meh!"
"Don't be such a baby!"