Lisbon hates painting so she's grateful when everyone volunteers to come and help her decorate her apartment. Although she did refuse at first, as a natural reaction, but saw sense and relented. She has all the paint in. She's keeping with white throughout the place. Her landlord would let her choose something else but with white she can change the rest of her colours without having to repaint. Cho came over last night and helped her move the furniture into the middle of the room and cover it with dust cloths. She dug some old clothes out of the back of her closet, and when she looks at herself, she almost regrets she agreed to their help. She makes sure that all the drink fixings are readily available, with a batch of coffee already on the go. Cho is the first to arrive with Van Pelt and Rigsby not far behind, alll suitably dressed in old clothes. Rigsby's has lots of paint splattered on his, and Lisbon wonders if that makes him an expert or messy.

They choose their work assignments and set about at their work stations. Lisbon is happy to see the walls getting covered and finds that she's actually enjoying the work as they all banter with one another. There's a knock at the door and Lisbon is puzzled as to who it can be. She carefully sets down her brush, wipes her hands and answers the door. It opens to reveal Patrick Jane, Wearing his usual suit but minus the jacket. His shirt sleeves are rolled up and he holds a paint brush in his hand.

"I'm hurt Lisbon that you didn't invite me along, painting is such fun."

"You didn't seem the painting type, you still don't. You shouldn't risk your suit."

"Are you going to let me in?"

Lisbon stands aside and lets him in. He glances round at everyone and says

"Hi guys."

He turns back to Lisbon.

"I'm an excellent painter. I used to help paint the rides all the time and I was renowned for never getting any paint on me."

Rigsby smirks.

"Nice trick if you can do it."

Jane looks Rigsby up and down slowly.

"I'll bet you all ten bucks. But I don't get put next to Rigsby."

They all take the bet and get back to work. The room is finished in no time. They all look to Jane, and he hasn't a drop of paint in him. None on his clothes, or his face, not even on his face.

Rigsby can't believe it.

"How do you do that man?"

"I give off a repellent paint vibe."

"Yea right."

"Honestly. I've always had it."

"Well let's see if it repels this."

Rigsby reaches out to paint Jane's hand but he pulls it away, with a smile.

"See."

Rigsby tries again but Jane steps back at the last moment and Rigsby almost falls over

"See Rigsby I told you."

His smile even wider, enjoying having fun at Rigsby's expense. Then it falters...

"Hey want are you guys doing. That's not fair."

By the time the team have finished Jane is covered head to toe in paint.