Haha! I have finally figured out how to add a new chapter! It took me a while...

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Patrick Jane frowned at the clock. It was unlike Lisbon to be even a few minutes late, but getting on a half hour was ridiculous. "Maybe someone should call her," he said to no one in particular from his couch.

"I just did," said Kimball Cho in his usual blunt manner. "There was no answer."

"I'm sure she has her reasons for not being here," softly muttered Grace Van Pelt, always the peacekeeper.

"She'll show up," Wayne Rigsby talked around the bagel in his mouth. "I'm sure its just traffic or something."

"Meanwhile we need to go over the details of the case," ordered Cho, who was the next senior agent and in charge when Lisbon was gone.

While they were finishing the reports, the tension and worry was rising in the room. Jane kept watching the elevator, Cho looked up at everyone who walked past, and Van Pelt and Rigsby kept glancing at each other.

"Where's Lisbon?" The team looked up to see Virgil Minelli, their boss, standing in the doorway looking a little annoyed. "Well?"

"Sir, we don't really know." Cho answered for them. "We haven't heard from her."

"Well… find her. I can't have an agent go missing. It's not good looking, you know." With that he turned and left. Jane rolled his eyes at Minelli's retreating form.

"Well duh."

The team had finished all their paperwork and had nothing to do. Lisbon was over an hour late, and they all knew it had to be more than traffic. Everyone was worried. Even Cho kept glancing over at the elevator with an anxious look on his face.

"So, umm, Cho-" Jane started.

"Yeah. I'll drive."

"Shotgun!"

Rigsby, as usual, looked really confused as everyone else got up. "What?"

Van Pelt smiled and rolled her eyes as she grabbed Rigsby's arm and hauled him up. "We're looking for Lisbon."

The team all piled into a CBS van, Jane having already claimed his seat. They decided that the only logical place to look was Lisbon's house. Van Pelt wasn't too happy about invading her privacy, but she knew there wasn't really a choice.

Jane knew the way to her house and told Cho when to turn. Other than that, the ride was completely silent. Not even Jane tried to lighten the mood. He was hoping that Lisbon got sick and forgot to call, but he knew it wasn't that simple.

When they arrived, her front door was locked. Cho knocked and rang the bell, but after a few minutes with no answer they gave up. Van Pelt pulled out her cell phone and once again, called Lisbon.

"No answer," She sighed, putting her phone back. "Now what?"

"Jane will pick her lock and we'll go in illegally," Cho told her. Jane grinned and pulled a paperclip out of his pocket. He took a second to unfold it, then stuck it in the lock.

The lock clicked and the door opened. "Ta-da!" The three agents took their guns out and went in, Jane following behind. Van Pelt flicked the lights on and the agents quickly spread out and checked the house. Jane stood by the door, hands in his pockets, listening to the doors opening and closing, with shouts of "Clear!" mixed in.

The agents all came back down, looking frustrated.

"Nothing," Rigsby told Jane. "No Lisbon, no sign of a break-in, no sign of a struggle. Nothing!"

Jane took a short stroll around the ground floor then told the team what he thought. "She never came home last night." He raised his hand, forestalling Rigsby's question. "Her cat's not fed and there's a basket of laundry on the table. There's no sign of her dinner and yesterday's mail is still on the floor by the slot." Patrick Jane paused, looking back at the rest of the team. "Something's happened to her."

Van Pelt looked worried, Rigsby looked angry, and Cho looked… like Cho. Jane walked over to the kitchen and carefully measured out food for the cat, who was winding around his ankles purring.

"Umm, Jane…" Started Van Pelt, sounding unsure of herself.

"It's okay. I've cat-sat for Lisbon before. I won't feed her too much."

"That's good," Cho cut in. "Because we all know how mad Lisbon would be if she came back and her cat was fat. I'm glad our main priority is covered."

Van Pelt, deciding to take back the conversation, was a little annoyed at them. "Well that's great, but where's Lisbon?"

"We'll go back to the office and you can trace her cell." Cho told her.

"You do that-I'll stay here and poke around a bit. See if I can get a psychic fix on her to see where she is."

"Jane, you're not psychic." Van Pelt reminded him.

"Meh, details." He waved at them with his hand.

Cho watched him for a second, considering, as Van Pelt and Rigsby left. "Fine," he allowed. "Just don't get into anything too personal. Even Lisbon's allowed to have some secrets." He turned to walk away. "And don't break anything. Give us a call when you're done."

What Jane really wanted was a chance to find out more about Lisbon. He wanted to know the secrets that Cho told him to leave alone. Every once in a while, he would catch a glimpse of deep sadness in her eyes. He wanted to know why that last case bothered her so much. He wanted to help her.

He slowly wandered around, looking at pictures and her CDs. He smiled, seeing her favorite Spice Girls CD on the self. Jane slowly walked into her office. He looked around, noticing how much neater it was then the rest of the house. He opened a drawer to see a picture frame that was face down. He picked it up and was more then surprised to see a younger Lisbon holding two babies. Boys, if the color of her blankets were anything to go by.

He jumped as his phone rang. "Yea?" he answered. It was Cho.

"Jane, Rigsby's coming to pick you up. We have a new case. It's Red John."