Author's notes: A little crime fiction with family connections. Hope to keep as much lightness as there is ddram, with family revelations thrown in. I hope you enjoy.

Jane stands aside to let Lisbon and Cho through the door first. They've returned from questioning the place of work of the latest case. Jane's pretty certain who's done it, it's just a matter of getting him to confess. He's has a play where Wiley might be useful. As he muses on the task at hand he follows Lisbon and Cho through the building and up to their floor on autopilot, if anyone asked him about how he got there, he wouldn't be able to tell them. Lisbon and Cho, well learned in the quirks of their companion, haven't tried to engage him in conversation, they can tell his mind's busy elsewhere.

When they exit the elevator they're greeted by a loud laugh they recognise coming from their leader, Abbott. Cho and Lisbon look at each other in surprise. They look at Jane who seems oblivious.. As they get closer to the bullpen they're surprise goes up a notch to find Abbot's companion is an old lady in a wheelchair. Her frailty suggests she's in her ninety's. She's removing her hand from Abbott's arm and the movement is slow and the hand's trembling can be seen even though they're still a distance away. But her skin's youthful, belonging to a woman of her sixties. Her hair is thick and healthy looking, styled in white curls that would give her face an angelic look if it wasn't for the gleam in her eye that suggest a wicked sense of humour. She mostly hidden under a bright blue blanket where her other hand rests.

Lisbon instantly likes her. She turns to her companions to find Jane not with her. She looks back and he's stood perfectly still three yards behind her, his eyes completely focused on Abbott's visitor. The look on his face has her rushing to his side.

"Jane are you okay? Do you know that woman?"

Lisbon's voice seems to bring him out of his stupor. He looks at her slightly bewildered. Lisbon touches his arm and repeats her questions.

"Are you okay? Do you know that woman?"

She sees clarity come back in to his eyes and a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine, Lisbon, I'm just looking at a ghost."

He moves towards the old woman with Lisbon following, this time she's the one bewildered. As they draw close the woman's face lights up, making her look even younger. Jane crouches beside her chair and takes a hand in both of his and kisses her on the cheek. He holds her hand against his face and kisses it. Tears shine in both their eyes. The old woman reaches out her free hand and Jane leans in and she strokes his hair, the trembling in her hand's even more pronounced.

The others look on in silence, Lisbon and Cho glance questioningly at their boss.

"She arrived half an hour ago, accompanied by a young nurse, he points to his right with his head and they see a young Asian woman sitting at a desk with a mug in her hand, flipping through a magazine. The old lady said she's here to see Jane, and,that they go way back. It seems she was telling the truth. She sorry to disturb him at work but she didn't have a home address."

Jane finally breaks contact with the old woman and looks to Abbott.

"Did you have her checked for weapons?"

The old woman giggles.

"Oh Jamie, I gave that up years ago."

Abbott, Cho and Lisbon all look at each other in reaction to the name Jamie. Jane smiles and stands up, still holding the woman's hand.

"Everyone I'd like you to meet the woman who taught me most of what I know. This is Grandma Charlie Jane."

Understanding bursts upon Lisbon at his ghost remark, then confusion follows as Jane had told her that all his grandparents were dead.

"But you told me…"

"I know, but I can assure that this is my Grandma. That's just one of the things I'll be asking her about."

He looks down as Grandma Jane speaks:

"Are you going to introduce your friends to me."

She points towards Lisbon.

"Though I can see this one is more than a friend."

She squeezes his hand.

"I'm glad you've found someone else, and she's very pretty and more important, she knows how to use a gun. A useful trait when it comes to keeping the Jane's in line."

As everyone laughs Lisbon's cheeks turn a deep red, but is unwilling to let the old woman unsettle her.

"This Jane's not so bad, you, on the other hand, I suspect, are a devil in disguise."

The old woman's eyes twinkle at her, and then turns to Jane.

"I like her Jamie."

They settle in Abbotts office, at Jane's insistence, Lisbon's there too. Grandma holds Jane's hand. He looks at her, still not quite able to believe what his senses are telling him.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to the funeral Jamie, I wanted to but your dad wouldn't let me."

Her free hand pats the wheelchair, there's a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Sometimes I hate this thing. I shouldn't have let it stop me. I should have been there. He may be my flesh and blood, but your dad is a spiteful man. He never forgave you for running away, leaving him having to work for a living."

Tears glisten her eyes once more.

"I missed you terribly, but it was the happiest day of my life when I heard you'd gone. It was all over the news what happened to your family…..I should have come."

Jane kisses her and takes out a handkerchief and wipes the tears on her cheeks.

"I wouldn't have known you were there. My mind shut down."

He shakes his head at the memory.

"I was beyond anyone's help for a long time."

Jane smiles.

"But I'm fine now and happy."

She looks between Jane and Lisbon.

"I can see that. I'm glad."

The gleam is back in her eyes.

"I probably gave you a bit of a shock, turning up like this. Your dad told you I was dead didn't he?"

Jane nods his head.

"I received a note, about a year after I left…"

She looks shrewdly at him.

"And you blamed yourself, thought it was you leaving that caused it."

Jane shrugs.

"You could never hide anything from me."

"No- one could hide anything from you."

He turns to Lisbon.

"Grandma is the one who taught me to read people, and the magic tricks."

"I've never had your skill Jamie, you took it to a different level – a real talent."

Lisbon interrupts.

"Where does this Jamie come from?"

"It's what I've always called him."

"It's the name of a boy she loved in her teen years, who broke her heart."

Grandma looks at him aghast.

"I never told you that!"

"It's written all over your face, whenever you say it."

"A girl can never have secrets with you."

Lisbon interjects.

"Tell me about it."

"Grandma, why are you here? What's bothering you?"

The colour drains from her face and she holds up her left hand.

"Look Jamie it's gone."

"Your ring. Grandpa's ring."

"I need your help. People are dying and I think I may be next."