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Prompt #18: Temptress - "What lucky SOB gets to see the boss in that?" Cho deadpanned, knowing that Jane was paying rapt attention.

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"Still don't see why we can't provide backup," Rigsby said.

Grace ran her hands nervously down the front of her tight green dress. "Because two women don't stand out as much as two guys where we're going."

Cho flipped through the case file. "Summer says that the function is high-class, but not too far out of your range. Don't try to make trouble and you should all be fine."

"We'll be fine regardless," said the young blonde woman as she returned from the bathroom. Her dress was shimmering gold, practically laminated to her body, and short enough to make her legs look a mile long with strappy gold heels. She nodded at Grace. "Very fine indeed. Lots of guys go for the athletic ones, 'specially those who can flaunt what they got."

"I don't know about that..." Grace's hands smoothed her dress front again, her eyes dropping to look at the floor.

Rigsby opened his mouth to reassure her, but the words died in his throat when Lisbon emerged from her office. "Holy smokes," popped out instead, drawing everyone's attention to the boss.

Unlike Summer and Grace, Lisbon's dress was a longer length, almost down to her calves in the back, but with a large slit up the side to show some leg. A brilliant shade of dark fuschia pink, it make her loose dark hair seem even darker and her shadowed eyes pop out.

"Whoa," breathed Grace.

Summer giggled. "She's a natural. We're going to trip over the guys there, they'll be coming in droves." Looking over at the only other male on the team, she said, "Well, Mister Jane? How does she look?"

Feeling the eyes of all his friends trained on him, Jane fought to come up with a witty reply to describe Lisbon. Unfortunately, his brain decided to revoke his power over speech at that exact moment because, honestly, he was astonished she agreed to wear something that revealing. The brunette was a modest woman by nature, and this type of garment was as far from modest as you could get without crossing the line into indecent.

"Jane?" Lisbon called out, seeing his blue eyes go slightly blank. "You okay?"

Speech returned, and he hurriedly tried to cover his lapse. "Not bad, Lisbon. Are you armed?"

"Of course I am," she replied, sounding mildly insulted that he had to ask her that.

"May I ask where?"

Imagine his surprise when, instead of blushing madly and sputtering at him to mind his own business, Lisbon's lips curled upwards into a teasing smile. "Are you sure you wanna know?"

Is she flirting with me? "I asked, didn't I?" he replied.

"Maybe I won't tell you."

"Oh, evasion. Very well, I shall guess." Dragging his eyes over every inch of her (for the sake of observation, of course) Jane took his time to form an educated guess. "Leg holster."

That teasing smile grew wider. "Very good. But how high up the leg?" She turned slightly to show just how much bare leg was revealed by the slit of her dress. He couldn't see any black fabric of the holster visible...which meant...

Jane's throat went dry as his brain shut down in shock. Oh holy God, is it...?

"Agent Lisbon?" called out another agent. "We're ready to go."

Lisbon's teasing smile vanished as business returned to the forefront of her mind. "Summer, Van Pelt, let's go." She leveled at the still-staring Jane. "Cho, Rigsby, you watch him. He goes nowhere. He does nothing. Tether him to the sofa with a pot of tea if you have to." Grabbing a clutch that matched her dress perfectly, she led the informant and the red-haired agent to the elevator.

Looking back at Jane with a tinkle in his dark eyes, Cho said to Rigsby, "Don't think we'll have to worry about him for a while."

"How's that?" asked Rigsby, utterly clueless.

"He's still trying to process that the boss's gun wasn't in plain view."

Just a little bit of teasing!Lisbon.

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