[A/N I don't even want to know how I thought this up.

Disclaimer: No.]

Rigsby found Jane in the kitchenette, drinking a cup of tea. He sat down across the table from him, clearing his throat. Jane took his sweet time noticing Rigsby, looking at the agent only after he had taken one last sip from his cup.

"What is it, Rigsby?" Jane asked innocently, though he knew that Rigsby's composure could only mean one thing.

"Hey, Jane, can I ask you something?"

"Fire away, Wayne. Hey, that almost rhymes. Away, Wayne. Away, Wayne. Actually, forget I said that."

Rigsby rolled his eyes slightly before continuing. "So, when you were younger, you were, uh, a ladies man, right?"

"Who's asking? Lisbon?"

"No. It's just, I need some help."

"Well, depending what is I might be glad to be of service."

"It's just - I was wondering if you knew any, uh, you know, pickup lines." Rigsby glanced around, and Jane could tell he was clearly embarrassed.

"Ah, I see. So some pretty woman has caught your eye. Who's the lucky lady?"

Rigsby muttered something under his breath.

"Speak up, Rigsby. I can't hear you."

"Van Pelt." Rigsby muttered.

"Aha! I knew it." Jane chuckled. "Listen, Rigsby, you're in luck."

"I am?"

"Why yes. Grace is a redhead, and I have the perfect thing. It's very classy."

"You do? It is?"

"Yessiree. Here, let's stand up and I'll show you."

The two men stood and Rigsby went to the other side of the kitchenette.

Jane turned around, then pivoted on his heels, sauntering towards Rigsby.

"Okay," Jane said. "Now you be Van Pelt and I'll be you." Rigsby nodded; Jane continued, "Hey, Grace, go like this." Jane snapped his fingers with both hands.

Rigsby stared at Jane with a confused expression, but did as he was told.

Jane pointed to Rigsby. "Ginger snap. You're my favorite cookie."

"What?" Rigsby asked.

"Well, you know. Red hair equals ginger, she - I mean you - snapped, ginger snap."

"Are you sure it'll work?"

"Definitely. My wife was a ginger, you know, and this is how I asked her out on our first date."

"Uh huh."

"Mmhmm."

"Cool."

Jane was glad Rigsby had bought it. He sent off the junior agent with an "I hope it works," and then sat back down to his tea, which was now cold.

And that, Jane thought, is why you never interrupt me when I am in the middle of a cup of tea.