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It was a sunny day when Patrick Jane road up in his light blue Citroen DS-19. He got out of his car and stood in front of a small white house that had a wide selection of flowers surrounding it.

"Good morning Lisbon." Jane said as he walked up to her.

"Good? How would you describe this as good? The one day I get off this year and I'm stuck here with you, looking at a dead body."

"Well you don't need to be so gloom about it." She frowned at him and ducked under the yellow tape that was surrounding the house.

"Rigsby what do we have?"

"The victim's name was Ellen Johnson." Rigsby said as the three of them walked up the steps to the pale house. Inside there was a faint smell of death and a front hallway that had blood smeared all over one of its walls. Ellen was sitting against the blood stained wall with her eyes open and a gunshot wound in her abdomen. Across from her was another body, but this one was a man. He lay in the middle of the hallway on his stomach with a gunshot in the middle of his forehead. He had in his hand, an old revolver.

"What's the second victim's name?" Lisbon asked once she had scanned the scene.

"Robin Bosch." Rigsby replied.

"And who called in the incident?"

"Uh, the boyfriend of our first Vic thought it was strange when she didn't show up for lunch and went to go see what was happening when he found the two of them like this. Cho's talking to him now and Van Pelt's with the corner."

"Alright, when she's done tell Van Pelt to head back to the office and figure out who the two Vic's had contact with the night of the murder."

"Hey Boss, I just finished up with the boyfriend. I'll go back to the office and see if his alibi checks out."

"No. Tell Van Pelt to go check out his alibi when she goes back to the office. You and Rigsby go check out the victim's workplace, I'll go see if she has any family members."

"Okay Boss." Rigsby and Cho both said at the same time. They both headed out the door and Lisbon followed shortly after, but stopped when Jane wasn't moving.

"You coming?"

"Actually no, I'm going to go with Cho and Rigsby. You won't find anything by talking to the family." She crossed her arms in front of her.

"May I ask why?"

"Certainly." He said and when he stalled she raised her eyebrows. "This woman wasn't close to her family if she had one. She most likely was an orphan or was put into foster care."

"How do you know that?"

"It's easy. She has no pictures of any family members, she works a lot, probably to afford this nice little place, and she has lots of very little girl things which suggests that she never really had a proper childhood." Lisbon frowned.

"None of that is solid evidence and besides I have to go see if she has any family. It's procedure."

"Fine, but you're wasting your time." Jane said tauntingly. She rolled her eyes and walked over to her black SUV while Jane caught up with Rigsby and Cho.

Thirty minutes later Rigsby, Cho and Jane pulled into what looked to be an auto shop, but Jane could tell by two lingering teenagers and the scared look on people's faces that there was more going on.

Rigsby turned off the engine of the car and sighed. Jane looked over at him and followed his gaze to Rigsby's wallet that contained a small picture of his son.

"How is Ben been doing?" Jane asked. Rigsby closed his wallet and looked at Jane.

"He's fine. He just lost his first tooth." He smiled before continuing. "I just found out that I get full custody of Ben."

"Ah, that's wonderful. You'll make an excellent father. I assume Sarah let you have full custody of your son." Rigsby turned his entire upper body to face Jane with a questioning look on his face.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Well the reasons simple really." Jane stopped talking, but Rigsby raised his eyebrows. "Sarah has no intention of keeping Ben."

"What? Why wouldn't she want Ben, he's her child."

"Point taken, but Sarah's a girl who likes to have power and quite frankly she feels like having baby diminishes that power, that and the fact that she's terrified of being a mother. Besides do you really think you would've won your court battle that easily against her otherwise?"

The entire car went quiet before Cho finally broke the silence. "Can we go now guys?" Rigsby nodded silently and opened his door.

JANE`S POV:

As Rigsby left the vehicle I couldn't help wondering if I had pushed him to far. He's a nice fellow and really good at his job, but he's delicate and easy to hurt I thought to myself as he left the car. Cho and I followed shortly and we all walked across the parking lot to this dirty looking place.

As we entered the building all life left the place and focused its attention on us like we were the people's hosts. A few seconds later everyone went back to what they were doing but still had their eyes trained on us.

"Okay, Jane we're going to go talk to whoever's in charge. You stay here and don't cause any trouble. Got it?" Cho asked, his face showing no expression.

"Got it." I said all cheery. The room around me smelled of oil and car fumes. The people who worked here all seemed to be very focused as I walked through the shop, but there was one person in particular that caught my eye. It was a boy who looked to be in his middle teens. He was sitting against a concrete pillar with his legs crossed working on something.

I strolled over to him with my hands cupped together behind my back. "Hello." I said. He looked up at me and then continued to fix what looked like some sort of computer chip or something. "My names Patrick, I'm with the CBI."

"I know." He said in a low voice.

"May I ask how?" Jane was amused.

"You walked in with two guys in suits that suggest they're from somewhere high up, right? Not gang related because they're to formal. You on the other hand are different. You don't present yourself in the same way and you said 'I'm with the CBI' instead of I work for the CBI." He didn't look up once while saying this. Patrick smiled.

"That's all true, but its guess-work. How did you know we were CBI instead of FBI or something else high up?"

"The FBI wouldn't come out all the way just to check out an auto shop. My guess is someone died or is going to be arrested. Well that and the two guys you were with had visible badges and you don't." I saw a small smile appear on his face.

"You have a very good eye." This kid is good. I thought. Maybe flattery will get me somewhere.

"I know." He said. I guess not. I frowned in my head. Maybe a different approach might work.

"You look hungry." I said hopefully. He paused for a second thought and then answered.

"What's it to you?" I smiled. Finally! I found something you want.

"I'll tell you what, you tell me what you know and I'll treat you to lunch."

He thought for a second and then laughed. "No, you'll treat me to lunch and then I'll tell you what you want to know." I paused for a second to think. He was defiantly playing me, but he looked like he hadn't eaten in days and I could probably get some kind of information from him.

"Yes sir." I said.

"And I want something else from you."

"What?"

"Strawberries." Jane was confused for a second.

"It's a date then." I smiled one of my famous wide mouth smiles and I think I might have gotten a small smile back.

After checking with Cho and Rigsby the four of us left about ten minutes later to go and find some food.

While we were sitting in the car it occurred to me that this kid was very hard to get a read on. It was almost like he didn't know himself.

"So," I said while looking out the window. "What's a kid like you doing in a place like this?"

"I live here." He said dryly.

"Did you get those bruises from your boss?" For a second I got the one emotion from him that seemed real when he displayed a look of shock.

"Is it relevant in finding your killer?" He asked in the same dry tone. Cho looked at me, curious to find out how he knew we were looking for a killer.

"Anything you give us might be able to help with this investigation, so yes his question is relevant." Cho butted in. Rigsby tried to contain his newly formed smile, but the kid noticed it.

"Very well," He said. "If you must ask, I didn't get them from my boss."

"May I ask where you got them?" I said.

The kid gave him the death stare, but still answered his question. "It's a rough neighbourhood... I got it falling off a skateboard." He smiled at his own comment.

"Falling off a skateboard really," Rigsby finally spoke up.

"Better then cutting myself shaving because I was focusing on practicing my vocals while listening to The Beatles." The kid shot back.

The smile on Rigsby's face was gone instantly.

How could he possibly have known that? I thought to myself. I then noticed the cut on Rigsby's chin and that whenever a beatles song came on the rock channel we were listening to he would rub the spot where he had cut himself. He's really good.

It was Cho's turn to smile this time.

After ten minutes of dead silence Rigsby pulled up at a small diner. The four of us got out of the car and started to head for the restaurant when I stopped Cho to ask him something.

"Cho, I was wondering if I could eat with the kid alone. He might talk easier." Jane whispered.

"Fine, but we'll be close." I nodded to him and turned around to find out were the kid had gone. When I found him he was sitting at a booth beside a window. The seats were bright red and reminded me of days at fairs when I was about his age.

Ten minutes later when we had ordered our meals and were sitting down in the red booth we had still said nothing to each other. I sat there as I smiled as I and folded one of my hands on top of the other.

"So," I said. "Got a name?" it looked like he was about to say something when our meals arrived.

"Here you go sir," a girl with beautiful dark skin and a soft voice said. "And here you go little man." She put her hand on his head before walking off.

I smiled again. Although she had obviously seen him before he had no idea who she was or didn't want me to know who she was based on his lack of facial expression when she showed this gesture.
"Do you know her?" By the time I had made contact with him again he was already half done his sandwich.

"Austin." It took me a minute to figure out what he meant by that, but then I clued in."

"Mine is Patrick."

"I know." He said. After hearing that I reached for my inside suit jacket and pulled out my ID.

"But you couldn't have known unless you slipped my ID."

"Unless I put it back when I was finished with it." I laughed. It was obvious that he was playing me, but the sincere look on his face made me think otherwise.

Moving on I asked, "Do you happen to know this girl?" I pulled out a photo of the first victim that I had gotten from Rigsby's jacket pocket when he wasn't looking.

"Of course I do," He said. "She worked at the garage."

"And what exactly do you do at the garage?" I asked. Upon hearing this he smiled.
"I do nothing, but the others… You're a smart man, I bet you can figure it out."

"Then it's more than just fixing cars?" He laughed. "I noticed a bunch of people unloading and loading boxes. Do you have any idea what's in them?"

He finished his sandwich and then chugged down his milkshake before getting up to leave.

"Hey," I said while grabbing onto his upper arm. "You haven't answered all of my questions yet."

"Look," He said. "None of the guys that work at the garage killed her. It doesn't suit them and they'd never do anything without Phil saying to do it anyways. And even if they did, the police would never know about it, because they're not that sloppy. Ellen was a nice girl, but she hanged around a lot of really bad people. You're not going to find your killer at the garage." He shrugged off my hold and ran out the door.

I stood up and watched him leave as Rigsby and Cho got up to chase him, but I put up a hand signalling them to stop and the three of us headed back to the office with what little information the kid had given us. As we left I couldn't help but feel like there had been someone watching the kid and me while we ate. Whatever the reason was it was a shame because he forgot his strawberries.