A/N: Some questions are answered and the plot thickens. Where do the go from here?

Cho's Date
Investigation

Lisa looked nervous, like a school kid in the Principal's office, and she kept glancing toward Cho, looking of reassurance. The team was uniformly surprised when he actually smiled and winked at her. Jane smiled and nodded like a wise old owl contemplating the mysteries of the universe. Lisbon just began.

"Lisa, we asked you come in, because we're hoping that something that you saw or that you know, and don't realize the importance of can help us figure this out. " Lisa nodded. "Why don't you start at the beginning of the day," Lisbon suggested.

Lisa began recounting the day in great detail, including some direct quoted of her conversation with Cho in the book store. Cho sat impassively as she gave a glowing account of the encounter, calling my one of the kindest people she'd ever met. At that point, all eyes turned to Cho, who remained totally impassive and showed no expression of that listening intently to her rendition.

"Wait a minute," Patrick interjected. "You are talking about Kimball Cho?" he pointed at Cho. That Kimball Cho. The one sitting there?"

"Jane!" Lisbon intoned in a deadly voice. "This is an official investigation."

He shook his head, looking upwards and throwing both hands up. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to confirm that we were talking about the same person. That is vital to the investigation."

"Jane, put a sock in it. Now!"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said with very un-Jane like meekness. Lisbon did not realize the significance on the one finger that Cho had raised for Jane to see. The one he'd used to so painfully poke him with, yesterday, but Patrick was making it clear that he did not want to encounter that finger again. Cho understood and a keen observer would have seen the corners of his mouth twitch as he unobtrusively lowered his hand to the table.

Lisa continued, amused by the interplay and curious to know what was behind it. She decided she'd get Cho to tell her all about it.

"You may continue, now, Lisa. Mr. Jane will now behave himself." She glared at Jane, looking far more dangerous than the single finger that Cho had raised.

When she got to the part where Cho arrived at her apartment, Lisbon stopped her. "I don't want any details of what you and Cho said or did. I want to know about anything that you may have heard, noticed, or felt. Anything out of the ordinary. Actually anything that may have been external to the room."

Lisa shook her head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing I noticed or can think of now. I mean the first indication I had that anything was really going on was when Cho pushed me onto the floor, then I heard shooting and was not really paying attention to anything but how to make myself smaller and harder to hit."

"And you, Cho. You're not only an investigator, in this case, you're a victim too. What were your impressions."

Cho hesitated, thinking. "When I approached her apartment, I did notice the smell of a little weed and that store where the Rank murder took place, but I also thought that is was a quiet, peaceful evening. There was nothing suspicious or anything to make me uncomfortable." He paused. "She'd prepared a meal, which was what I was mostly paying attention to. Thank you Lisa," he said, flashing a rare Cho smile, "and after we ate, we were relaxing in the bed room, when I heard the the door being forced, I'm guessing it was kicked open. I pushed Lisa to the floor, with the bed between her and the door. I drew my gun and shot the one that tried to actually come into the room. The second one, I shot through the wall when he revealed his location by letting me see the barrel of his gun poke beyond the door frame. I called 911 and they ran when the heard the sirens."

"And then you called me," Lisbon asked when he didn't continue.

"You knew that."

"Well, yes I did. I just wanted you to say it."

"Ok. Then I called you."

"Cho," Lisbon said, her irritation obvious. He just stared at her. "Oh, never mind she said. I think we've got it." He's getting as bad as Jane. I do hope this is not a trend.

Lisbon's cell phone beeped, indicating a text message. She read it and smiled. "We now know who the two DBs were. They were security guards for the Tunite Construction Company. They have no serious convictions, but they have been implicated in two murder for hire crimes, though never indited."

Lisa looked shocked. "I know that name. I've heard of Tunite Construction. They want to build a mall on some land that is supposed to be a burial ground that is several centuries old. They dispute the fact it's a burial ground and claim that any bones found there were simply chance findings and not actually any planned burials."

"How have you heard of this," Lisbon asked. "Are you an activist?"

"No, I'm not an activist. I told you that I am studying anthropology, so that's an area of interest for me and my father is on the Historic Preservation Board. He was called to evaluate the claims and to recommend permission or denial for the permit."

She now had the entire team's attention. "Has anyone approached you to influence your father," Jane asked.

"No, but my father told me that he'd been offered, in a very indirect fashion, a lot of money to find for construction."

"And he hasn't," Jane said.

"How did you know that," Lisa asked.

"Because if he had, he'd be drinking rum coolers somewhere nice, not hearing that his daughter is getting shot at. I'm not sure you were supposed to die."

"You think this was a message to her father," Lisbon asked.

Patrick shrugged. "Or pay back. We'd better contact him and see what's going on."

Patrick had been the one to contact Dr. Ruark, Lisa's father. He'd used all of his charm and tact to inform him of the events and their suspicions, while getting as much information from him as possible. He revealed that he and Lisa had been threatened, but that he'd discounted it as an empty threat. He'd informed the board that he was going to declare the land as protected until he could do more, in depth research.

"What can I do to protect myself and my daughter," he'd asked. "I can't let this sort of intimidation affect my findings."

Patrick had told him to hold off on doing anything while CBI explored options.

"Explore options. That's a good one Jane. Just what in the hell are we going to do?" Lisbon's concern was very real and very justified. There was no forensic way to link the attack to the company or anyone in the company. Their layers of lawyers and the molasses speed of all legislative processes made protecting anyone from any action they cared to take almost impossible.

"What we, or you, really, in this case, are going to do is that you let Cho and I put out heads together and come up with a solution." He stared at her. "Lisbon, this could be a solution that you don't want to know about."

oOo

Lisa cuddled up to Cho, enjoying the sensation of flesh on flesh. Their breathing had slowed and Cho was comfortably drifting in a post coital haze. "This is a mess," Lisa said. "I never thought that my father, a scholar, a PhD, was in a dangerous profession."

Cho grunted.

Lisa sat up and stared at Cho. "What am I going to do, Kimball? I could have been killed."

Cho stared at her and wondered how he managed to get into bed with such a sexy, spunky, lady. He reached up and stroked her shoulder and breast. "But you weren't."

Lisa pulled the sheet down, baring Cho's muscular body. "Thanks to you," she said, rolling on top of him. Staring into his eyes, the view he was receiving, from beneath her was causing reactions that he was not expecting so soon. "No, you weren't, and we won't let that happen." He put his hands on her full buttocks and pulled her tight to himself.

She smiled at his physical reactions. It was fun having that much power over such a strong man, and he seemed to be enjoying it, too. "I hear you, but what can the law do. You can't touch Tunite."

Cho shifted and Lisa's eyes widened and she realized he was more than ready. "The law can't touch Tunite. Jane is not the law. I do what it takes." He stared into her eyes, watching her her breasts move to the rhythm of his body. "I do whatever it takes."

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A/N: Whatever it takes?