The warm afternoon sun streamed though the open windows. Flowing through the bullpen, the sunbeams tangled in Patrick Jane's golden hair and slid down his light gray vest to pool around him in a halo of warmth. Lisbon hesitated at her office door. Jane looked almost peaceful as he lay on his worn leather couch. His breathing came deeply and evenly, but the small grin tugging at the corners of his lips told Lisbon that he wasn't actually sleeping.
"Night Boss." Cho's quiet voice called her back to reality.
"Night Cho." Lisbon smiled. "Have a good weekend."
Glancing briefly at Jane, Cho raised an eyebrow at Lisbon making her grin. "You too." He murmured quietly as he slipped out of the bullpen. Turning back to the couch, Lisbon caught the smirk that Jane quickly hid beneath his feigned sleep. 'Oh! You are so not sleeping!' Lisbon thought as she slipped a pen out of her jeans pocket. Making sure nobody was looking, she lobbed it across the room, bouncing it neatly off Jane's shoulder.