"Morning boss!" Van Pelt greeted as Lisbon got out of her car.
"Van Pelt." Lisbon acknowledged as she nodded while walking towards the body. "Talk to me, Rigsby…"
"Our victim number one is 42 year old James Collingwood. He is the owner of a chain of hotels and casinos here in Sacramento and New York among other states. He has a wife and 2 daughters." Rigsby said as he flipped through his notebook. Lisbon approached his body. There were gunshots to the stomach and chest. His phone was on the floor, next to him. "Victim number 2…" Rigsby continued as he pointed to another body next to James', "Is a hobo. The locals say that he lives in a shanty near the dump. They call him Joe the hobo…still no ID…"Lisbon looked at Joe's body. Similar gunshots on the chest and leg.
"Van Pelt, bag the phone from our victim number one. Go through it and give me records of all phone calls and emails and texts in the past month. Rigsby, run the photo of Joe, the hobo through the database….see if you can get a positive ID. Where is Cho?" Lisbon asked.
"Here boss!" Cho answered as he walked towards Lisbon with his notepad. He read from it: "Our victims were found here by a Dennis Michaels, a 24 year old student at the University campus nearby. He was cycling here as part of his morning workout when he saw our victim and Joe the hobo. He called 911 immediately."
"Hmmm…Have you notified James' family?" Lisbon asked. Just as Cho was about to answer, they heard a scream coming from the crowd behind the yellow line.
"Oh my God! James! Oh Lord!" cried the woman as she tried to break past the policeman who was trying to hold her back. "Let me go! That's my husband!" she cried as she fought the policeman.
"Ma'am, you are not allowed to go in there…" the policeman gravely stated.
"Notified the family already…" Cho concluded as he motioned towards the woman. Lisbon breathed in deeply.
"It's ok Charles. Let her in…" Lisbon called out to the policeman who immediately released the woman as she came running towards them.
"James! Oh my God! James!" she cried as she attempted to touch the body.
"No ma'am. This is a crime scene…you can't touch anything." Van Pelt said as the woman knelt on the ground, looking at her husband as tears dropped down her face.
"No! Please! This can't be happening! Please do something!" she cried out as she covered her mouth with her hands and wept uncontrollably. Van Pelt held her by the shoulders as she calmly asked her to get up and when she did, she helped her to the police van where she gave her some water to drink.
"This is not good at all. She'll need some counselling before we talk to her…" Lisbon said as she looked at the woman.
"Speaking of which, where is Jane?" Rigsby asked as he looked around. Cho shrugged. Lisbon felt a rush of heat on her fact at the mention of his name but she pursed her lips and maintained a straight face. Just then, Jane came out of a house on the opposite street. He had his hands in his pockets and an infamous smile threatened to break on his lips. Seeing him drained the colour off Lisbon's face.
"Good morning Lisbon!" he said as he approached them. "Nice of you to join us…" he teased. Lisbon swallowed hard as she struggled to answer. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by Jane. His train of thoughts was interrupted by Rigsby.
"What were you doing in that house?" Rigsby asked.
"Oh…nothing. Just a nosy neighbour…" Jane replied and shrugged.
"Alright…we are done here. Van Pelt…" Lisbon called out as Van Pelt approached her. "Take her for counselling before you bring her in for interrogation. Rigsby, work on Joe's identification…Cho, bank accounts of James and have a look at the surveillance cameras to check on our assailant's ID."
"Yes boss!" they all answered in unison as they set out their own ways.
"Angela…" Lisbon called out to the M.E who was examining the bodies and writing something on a paper. "Please e-mail me the autopsy reports the moment you are done with them…"
"Yes Teresa…" Angela smiled and nodded.
"Alright…get crackin' guys!" Lisbon said as she walked towards her car.
"Hey!" Jane called out as he followed her. "Hey Lisbon!" he called out again and that seemed to get her attention as she turned to look at him.
"Is everything alright?" Jane asked as he stopped right opposite her.
"Yes!" she said in an odd highly pitched tone. "Why do you ask?"
"Well…you didn't ask me what I thought about the victims…and you are speaking in a high-pitched voice. You do that only when you are nervous or when you are lying…" Jane replied.
"Are you psychoanalysing me?" Lisbon asked, irritated.
"Is that even a word?" Jane asked as Lisbon rolled her eyes and walked away. "Wait! I am serious…" he said as he followed her again. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"I am fine…just a little tired." Lisbon replied as she cooled off seeing genuine concern in his eyes.
"You look like you did not sleep well last night…" he said as Lisbon got into her car. "Did you have a bad dream?" he asked and Lisbon hesitated a bit before she fastened her seat belt. "Ahhh…bad dream it is…sometimes it helps to talk about it." He said and smiled at her. She looked at him tiredly.
"Please Jane, I don't want to talk about it." She said in a pleading tone.
"Ok…your choice…" he said as he held up his hands in surrender. Lisbon started up the engine and drove off as Jane looked at the rear of the car as it disappeared around the corner. His eyebrows scrunched up in thought as he slowly put down his hands. He then walked to his car and drove off too.