Cho and Rigsby walked into their desk area, RIgsby holding the evidence from the crime scene and Cho holding a large stack of papers. "Is that from the body in San Fransisco?" asked Van Pelt.

"Yeah" answered Rigsby, "no I.D on the body, just this" he said handing her the photo strip.

"And that" she asked gesturing to the stack of papers in Cho's hands.

"This" he answered "is just three months of the campgrounds registration for campers. Just three months. What kind of stupid people want to leave the comfort of civilization to sleep outside and spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars to do it? And these papers? Double sided. Took twice as long to print that way. Nature lovers. Tree huggers." Rigsby gave Van Pelt a look telling her that she had re-opened a rant that he had only just managed to close. She returned the look with a smile that had him remembering their night together the night before and kindled hopes inside of him for a repeat that night. Cho was still muttering to himself as he walked towards his desk, skimming over the names on the list, completely missing the exchange between his colleagues. Rigsby winked and turned to walk back to his desk. Van Pelt looked down for the first time at the evidence in her hand and her expression changed. She took the photo strip back to her computer and began typing as Lisbon and Jane came into the room.

"M.E. puts time of death 2 to 3 weeks ago" announced Lisbon as she and Jane came to the centre of the room.

"That is still a lot of names" said Cho, flipping through the papers until he came to the appropriate time frame in the stack. "And we aren't even guaranteed that his name will be on the list, he could have been with a group, or had the reservation made by someone else"

"Myles Pope" said Van Pelt standing up from her desk. "His name is Myles Pope." The rest of her team turned to look at her. "His name won't be on the list, he was part of the group from George W. Jones High School." Cho looked at the list,

"They were there 2 weeks ago"

"Do you know him Van Pelt?" asked Lisbon stepping towards her agent.

"No, I found him" she answered, turning her computer screen so the rest could see. A FaceBook profile page was displayed there.

"On FaceBook?" asked Lisbon, raising an eyebrow as she leaned in to examine the screen. The picture showed what was indisputably their victim, wearing football equipment minus the helmet, smiling. A button at the top of the screen asked if Grace wanted to add Myles as a Friend.

"How, how did you find him, how did you know what group he was with if you don't know him?" asked Lisbon, standing to face Van Pelt.

"Oh" said Jane leaning in towards the screen, he poked it and said "These here, these two... "mutual friends", this girl looks an awful lot like our mystery motive girl from the photos." He leaned closer and read "Anna Van Pelt." He stood. "Are all pictures on FaceBook that small? Doesn't seem like that'd be much fun."

"Van Pelt?" questioned Lisbon

"The girl in the picture is my sister. She was in San Fransisco on a school camping trip two weeks ago."

"So all of our suspects and witnesses are back in Iowa now?" asked Lisbon.

"Yeah. Looks that way," answered Van Pelt. She was starring at the photo strip.

"Great." said Lisbon. "We're going to Iowa," Van Pelt looked up,

"Boss," she started but Lisbon cut her off "If your sister is the motive behind this murder you cannot work this case." Van Pelt opened her mouth but Lisbon continued "Cannot officially work this case. However I feel that as a former resident of the town..." she paused "Where exactly in Iowa are we going?"

"Eldon" answered Van Pelt

"Right. As a former resident of ... Eldon, you will be a very valuable guide and be capable of providing us with priceless inside information on the residents there. Should your sister be cleared of any sort of involvement with this case you may join on in a full capacity. Until then you can only officially work the aspects that do not involve her. Understood?"

"Yes boss. Thank you"

"All right, I'll get flights sorted out. Until then there's nothing productive you can do here. Go home and pack. I'll call you with flight information as soon as I have it." With that she left them to go into her office, closing the door behind her. Cho dropped pile of papers with the campers information into the recycling bin.

"Waited for those double sided pages for nothing" he mumbled as he left the office. Jane followed him. Van Pelt took the time to shut down her computer. When she looked up, she saw Rigsby starring at her. Waiting for her. She grabbed her bag and left with him, not looking him in the eye. When they passed the last interrogation room Rigsby grabbed her hand and pulled her in behind him, quickly shutting the door and closing the blinds.