Rigsby pulled Jane up by the back of his jacket and sat him in Grace's chair. No one knew what to do other than stand there silently. We were brought out of our trance when Sally wondered into the bullpen and screamed.

"Oh my god is he dead?" Her skin was pale and she began to tremble at the sight of the man. At this point I did not even know who the man was let alone what had caused Jane to shoot him. My eyes darted between Sally, Jane and the dead man for several minutes before coherent ideas started to formulate in my mind.

"Grace find out who the victim is. Cho take Jane to one of the interrogation rooms. Rigsby call it in." By the time I was done giving my orders a small crowd started to form. "Everyone this is officially a crime scene and the floor is being sealed off."

I waited for Rigsby to hang up the phone before walking over to his desk. He looked at me for a moment before looking away quickly; he was scared of what I was going to ask.

"I was sitting at my desk and Grace was standing beside me. We were talking about Ben and I was looking at pictures with her. The victim walked in and was making his way over to us. I was about to stand up to greet him and… I heard a shot I was completely taken off guard… Then he was just lying there and Grace screamed. I turned to see Jane with a gun and that's when you came in." He still couldn't look at me and he was now shaking. I patted his shoulder lightly and walked off to find Cho and Jane.

When I walked into the room Cho was staring at Jane who was looking at the table. Cho's normal stoic face was replaced with one of confusion and concern. I sat down next to Cho and looked at Jane.

"Has he said anything?" Cho shook his head and glanced at me and I could tell what he was thinking. Jane had finally snapped and we all knew it would happen. Just not like this mere hours after he was joking around with me in my office.

"Patrick can you hear me? We need to ask you a few questions about what happened." When he continued to stare I just continued my questioning. "Patrick do you know what happened?" His eyes moved to a different spot on the table. Hopefully that meant he could hear me. "Who was that man Patrick?" Pure sadness filled Jane's eyes and tears were brimming in them. "Can you talk to us please?" After a few minutes of silence I nodded to Cho and got up to check up with Grace and Rigsby.

The bullpen had been taped off and the forensic people were recording the scene. Grace was sitting in the kitchenette with her laptop typing away furiously. Her eyes were red and her face was tear stained.

"Did you find anything out?" Grace looked up at me and nodded for me to come over. I pulled a chair out and sat beside her at a table.

"The victim was one Gerard Hughes. He lives Washington with his second wife and their 19-year-old son. He doesn't have a record but, about thirty years ago he was arrested on suspicion of murdering his first wife and two of their three children." She scrolled down through the page trying to find out more on the case. She opened up the case file skimming through it quickly. "The mother was subdued and raped while the children watched. The children suffered the same fate only several hours later. They were found the next day by a neighbor who came to take the kids to school. She found the mother and three kids, two of the kids were still alive when she called the ambulance but only the one lived." I could see that this information had bothered her and gave her a moment to recuperate before she continued. "The mother Alice was 32 the children were Jacob 6, Jessica 4, and Jonah 8. Jonah and Jessica were sent to the hospital, Jessica died before she arrived. The boy was badly beaten and came very close to dying himself." Tears were falling down her face and I could tell she was about to break.

"Hey Grace I'll take it from here okay. Go talk to Rigsby see what he is doing." She attempted to smile at me and got up to find him. I took her seat and continued to look through the files. I found some notes from one of the cops that had interviewed Jonah. He will not talk to anyone he just stares off into the distance. Several attempts to get him to talk have failed. Contacted Social Services and the boy will be placed at the local boys home until suitable replacement is found. A shrink comes in everyday to talk to him but even he cannot get the boy to speak. We fear without the boy's statement the culprit will not be caught.

I continued to search until I found something from the Social Service worker. She had taken down her observations during the time Jonah was at the home. He is very reserved and when he looks at me it feels like he sees right through me. I feel exposed like he is in my head. When he sees other children with their parents I see sadness in his eyes. He is afraid of other men and cowers away from them.

I could feel my eyelids drooping and I decided to stop for the night. I shutdown Grace's laptop and started to pack up my things. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Jonah and what the hell Jane had to do with any of this?