"This is ridiculous," Rigsby muttered, shifting uncomfortably in the dark suit and straightening his tie. "Since when do psychics need body guards?"

Jane waved to the crowd gathered behind the fence, answering without looking at Rigsby. "Since this one's been getting death threats ever since we got the job of advising the governor...now quit squirming and look the part." He finally turned. "Stand straighter, keep looking around suspicously at the crowd...and wear your shades, man." Rigsby tried to oblige, slipping the sunglasses on as they walked towards the governor's house. "Can't see as well in these. What if someone takes a shot at us?"

"Well, we'll have to hope that doesn't happen." Jane said, smiling at a group of onlookers with pens and pads of paper nearby as they walked up the walkway. "At least you'll look intimidating."

"Fake....Booooo...." some of the fans weren't so adoring. It was one guy near the front, some punk teenager. Rigsby towered over him as he stepped between Jane and the heckler. "Got a problem?"

"Uh...no..." the teen quickly backed up into the crowd.

"See? Told you this would work." Jane said with a grin as they walked into the house.