Disclaimer: I own nothing and am just borrowing the characters for a while.

'So, what did I tell you?' came the cocky voice of Patrick Jane as he abruptly stepped in the door and into Agent Teresa Lisbon's office.

'Carl Ward didn't do it,' said Lisbon smugly, leaning back in her chair.

'Ah, but that was only a provisional bet,' corrected Jane. 'I knew there was something off about him. As was proven,' he summed up, seating himself with a flourish.

'Can't you ever admit you're wrong?' asked Lisbon exasperatedly.

'That means I have to be wrong my dear,' said Jane, taking a sip of his tea. 'Ah.'

Lisbon has no chance to respond to that particular comment as Wayne Rigsby popped his head in the door. 'Boss, we found the diamond.'

'Good, log it in Evidence and we'll sort it out tomorrow,' the agent ordered. 'Gotcha.'

'The damage to the window is coming out of your pay,' threatened Lisbon, pointing a pen in Jane's direction as Rigsby left.

'It's just compressed carbon,' muttered Jane from behind his tea cup.

'What is that supposed to mean?' asked Lisbon, her gaze intent on Jane's face. She knew he was up to something.

'Nothing,' responded Jane beatifically, taking a sip of his tea, all innocence. Swallowing and placing the tea cup on the saucer, he changed the topic of conversation. 'You looked pretty in that dress at the fundraiser do. You should dress up more often.'

Lisbon blushed. 'Shut up.'

'What?' he answered with feign hurt. 'It's my husbandly duty to compliment my wife.'

'You had far too much fun with that,' responded Lisbon as she shuffled papers.

'And you know what the best part was,' added Jane gleefully. 'You didn't even need to pay me to say it!'

'I would have paid you not to,' muttered Lisbon under her breath.

'It's not like you tried to stop me,' reasoned Jane. Looking up, she was tempted to physically wipe the huge smirk on his face. Instead, she contented herself with barking an order at him. 'Get out.'

Jane lifted his hand in surrender as he picked up his empty tea cup and rose. He was almost skipping on his way out the door.

She rolled her eyes at the spectacle. When she was sure he was gone, she let a small smile grace her features as she returned to the report before her.

'I saw that smile.'

She scrunched up a piece of paper and threw it. The blasted man grinning stupidly in her doorway managed to dodge it. Watching his retreating back, she turned to her report once again shaking her head.

Shame it wasn't a diamond.