Good day amazing readers! Here is the next installment in my(personal opinion) totally cool story :) Last chapter, I have to admit, I had a TON of fun writing and I hope you thought it was good as well. So, to continue this random funess of these couple chapters, ENJOY!

Jane had led Lisbon all over the station, making Teresa think that he was either trying to confuse her or just to let everyone admire him in his new clothing style.

Finally, they arrived at his attic storage space-office, where he closed the door and grinned at her.

"We're here."

Teresa looked around. "Okay, I have been 'here' before, so what's up?"

Patrick just shrugged and walked over to his desk. "Nothing much. I just thought that perhaps you would work better if you got away from your paperwork and focused on actual cases. I brought up a pile that are still open, thinking that maybe actually using your brain to do something other than typing would be good for you."

Teresa gave him a weary eye. "Alright, I can get behind that. But what's with the outfit? Thought you might give cross-dressing a chance?"

Patrick laughed, shaking his head. "No, not really. I just knew that the only way I could get you to come up here was to use the shock factor to make you stunned enough not to think too much. And it worked. But do you think I pull cross-dressing off?"

Teresa finally laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh yes, most definitely. I have always hoped that my husband would be a man who was so in touch with his grandmotherly, feminine, ugly hat side."

Patrick bowed dramatically, fixing his wig. "Yes, I do rather like this new side to myself. Now, to task, shall we?" He motioned to the box of case files on his desk.

Teresa nodded, grabbing the top file and beginning.

By the time Van Pelt arrived at the room, Lisbon and Jane had already solved one case, were needing more information on two, and had a plan of attack on three that they would work on the next day. Van Pelt was quite impressed to see Lisbon relaxed in her chair, arguing with Jane over a clue in a case.

"I am telling you, Jane, that substance is only a simple baking ingredient, nothing more."

"And I am telling you, Lisbon, that substance could be used to poison someone, if used in the right amount."

Van Pelt knocked on the door, which was ajar, startling the room's occupants. "Sorry, I just wanted to come and see if you guys are going to go home now that the work days over."

Lisbon looked at her watch, shocked. "Wow, I cannot believe that we have been up here that long," She groaned as a realization hit her, "and I still need to print that stupid piece of paper with a broken printer."

"Actually, Rigsby fixed your printer, got it to work together with your computer again, and the printer actually printed off the last page on its own. I gathered the papers together and set them on your desk," Van Pelt explained.

"Thank you so much, Grace, and tell Rigsby that he just earned himself a free coffee. Alright, Jane are you ready to go?"

Jane looked up at her, a glint in his eye. "Why, were you planning on taking me somewhere special, Lisbon?"

Teresa glared at him slightly. "Of course not, I just don't think you should be up here all night working."

Van Pelt stared the two of them. "Um, okay, I'll be going now. I'll see you two tomorrow."

After she left, Lisbon smacked Jane with her file. "Would you try to be a little less suspicious? I don't want people to figure out that we are married yet, especially not through rumors."

Jane stood up, putting their files back in the box. "Don't worry, Lisbon, no body will think we are married, I promise."

Teresa gave him a hard look before heading towards the door.

Jane called after her, "They will probably just think that we are sleeping together, that's all." He ducked as the file that she had still been holding flew at his head.

Teresa called back, "Well, if you even want to try and fulfill that rumor, you better lose the wig and pantyhose before coming to my place."

Jane looked down at his clothes, realizing that he had not changed out of his costume yet. He yanked the wig off his head, calling to Teresa, "Okay, fine, the wig's gone, but I'm keeping the pantyhose on."

Okay, yes, I had way too much fun with this chapter. And, in case you are getting really creepy thoughts about Patrick Jane, I do not THINK he was wearing pantyhose. Of course, in this story world he could have decided to go all out. Who knows, I will let you decide for yourself :) Moving on, you all know the drill, please REVIEW and I will get to work on the next chapter. Until next chapter, Li Li.