Title: Dance With Me
Characters: Lisbon/Jane, Team
Spoilers: 1.17, Carnelian Inc.
Summary: Whatever dancing had to do with being a good cop, Lisbon decided she would never know. This stank of Van Pelt. Or Jane, yeah, that's more like it. Jane's always looking for a way to humiliate her. Fluff. Well fluff-ish.
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
Dance With Me
Lisbon frowned as Minelli detailed the latest course they, or rather he, had decided to put the SCU on. Including Jane. She'd been expecting him to outline details of a new case, something that they could really get their teeth into. Whilst Minelli was her superior, and she naturally respected him, she fought her ground emphatically, if not only for her sake, but for Rigsby's as well. Whatever she said, he managed to rebuke however, leaving Lisbon thoroughly annoyed and wondering how the hell she was going to broach the subject of dance lessons with her team.
She sat disconsolately at her desk, peeling the Satsuma she had picked up from the kitchen area, still pondering. Whatever dancing had to do with being a good cop, Lisbon decided she would never know. This stank of Van Pelt. She was always bringing up ideas for building 'team skills' or 'improving fitness'. Minelli could quite easily have overheard her enthusing about ballroom bloody dancing. Or Jane, yeah, that's more like it. Jane's always looking for a way to humiliate her. He could quite easily have hypnotised Minelli when everyone else had their back turned.
Once lunch had been consumed, meaning that Rigsby would still be eating, she stomped out of her office and into the bullring. Automatically, they all looked up expectantly as she stood in front of them.
"Is there a new case, boss?" Van Pelt enquired, all youth and eagerness.
"Homicide? Arson?" Cho sounded almost pleased at the idea of death and violence.
"Not exactly," Lisbon replied. "Minelli wants us to go on another course. He thinks it will be ideal for team-building and improving trust."
Cho wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "It's not dancing, is it?"
That caught Lisbon of guard. She nodded mutely, slightly amused at the sight of the blood rapidly draining from Rigsby's face. Van Pelt, however, looked thrilled. Jane didn't even bother to sit up from his sofa.
"Damn," he continued. "I thought I heard Minelli say something about that. Thought it was an April Fool's."
Lisbon could only agree with his sentiments.
Okay, the first chapter is very short. The subsequent ones will be longer. Sorry, but this is how the natural break in the story falls. x tromana