The stakeout proved remarkably uneventful. Matt drank he didn't know how many cups of coffee and between the lack of action and his uncle talking to him over walkie talkie every twenty minutes, this was just torture. Everytime that stupid radio beeped he looked up for a second and then asked, "What now Uncle Roy?" The answer to that question alternated between how right he was about him and C.J. and how much he was missing Lucy and the extremely romantic week he planned with her. Matt was glad his uncle had reconnected with someone, but really, he didn't need to know the details. He promised to send them to Tahiti, Hawaii, wherever if his uncle would just pay attention to the door and make sure that none of the people in the pictures he gave him went in or out. By 5am when Max arrived, they had learned nothing. Both, exhausted, parted ways and went home to bed.

C.J. had a much more eventful night. She got up to the penthouse and found that someone had ransacked it and were still there. She barely caught a glimpse of Chris' overturned desk when an object came out of nowhere straight at her face. She ducked but just barely missed being hit in the face with the desk lamp. She kept her hands up protecting her face as she backed toward Chris' desk and then ran to her office, slamming the door behind her.

Her desk and file cabinets were ransacked. She could hear the door handle jiggle and then stop. She picked up the phone and called Hoyt who picked up right away.

"Hoyt, its C.J. there's an intruder in the penthouse, I…" and then the phone died. Hoyt called in to dispatch to get any patrols in the area up to that penthouse now and then ran out the door himself.

C.J. heard the line go dead and then nothing, no sounds from the rest of the penthouse. She reached into her desk and found only a letter opener to use as a weapon. She also grabbed her own desk lamp and slowly made her way back to the door that led to the lobby. She thought to herself, 'why didn't I just call down to security, Matt's gonna yell at me for that. Ok, I have bigger problems first.' Her plan was to sneak out and head down the stairwell. But, wait a minute, what if she got to the stairwell and opened the door, letting it slam shut, and then snuck back in her office and quietly closed that door. Then, whoever was in that penthouse would think she had left and she could get a good look at this intruder. He would probably head down the other set of stairs anyway thinking she was on her way to get help so there wouldn't even be that much danger besides she was sure Hoyt was on his way. Ok, that was the plan.

She snuck out and opened the door to the stairs and turned around and ran right into a man with a ski mask on who grabbed both her arms. She employed some of the self-defense moves Matt taught her and few more she had picked up when they were in the orient on their honeymoon. She nailed him between the legs and brought her elbow down on the back of his neck when he was hunched over, dropping him to the floor. Then she ran to the gym to get a jump rope to tie him up with, but by the time she got back to the lobby, he was gone. The elevator dinged and 4 LAPD officers came rushing in guns drawn.

They quickly swarmed the office and she could hear them shout, "Clear" with each room they went in. Hoyt arrived next with more officers, went right over to C.J. to ask if she was ok. He told her he tried calling Matt, but he didn't answer, she was shaking her head as he told her though. "No, look Hoyt he's out on a stake out. I don't want him rushing back here. Everything is fine now." She said as she looked around the penthouse.

"Did you get a good look at the guy? Security guard downstairs says he didn't notice anyone come in but that he was running late and the shift before him apparently left early so you were the only one to see anything." He asked.

"No, not really, he was wearing a ski mask, but I'd say he was about 6ft tall, not really muscular and not particularly agile either." C.J. answered absently rubbing her abdomen.

Hoyt noticed, "You sure you're ok? You said he never really touched you, but you look like you're nursing a punch in the gut."

C.J. caught herself and shook her head, "No, I'm fine, just a little stomach bug I think. I've had it since before this little incident."

"Well, I know this is going to be hard to answer right now, but does it look like anything was taken?" Hoyt asked surveying the mess left behind.

C.J. walked in to the couch and noticed Baby was untouched but the file with their case was missing, "I think the file we had started on the case is missing, but I think that's it. I mean it's gonna take me all night to put this place back together, but no, I think that's it. Huh, I don't guess whoever it was knew anything about Baby."

Hoyt nodded his head, "That's good, you know if I hadn't seen you guys on it so often, I would never think a computer was hiding under what looks like a normal coffee table. Ok, well, I'll have the lab boys run through here real fast, maybe whoever it was left something behind. I need to get back, I can leave a couple of guys here just to make sure you get out to your car alright before you head out." He offered with his hands on her arms.

C.J. smiled at him and thanked him, but said, "No, that's alright. I think I'm going to be up here a while doing more work on this case and creating a new file, and I have quite a mess to clean up."

Hoyt smiled and told her to take care. She started picking up papers and putting them back in folders while the officers did their job. They dusted for prints, but found nothing. C.J. thought back and remembered, the intruder was wearing gloves. She gave her full statement to one of the detectives. She picked up the lobby, finished her office when she got back to the couch. She took one last look around and felt satisfied that everything looked the way it did before they went to dinner. She looked down and caught herself rubbing her abdomen again, she had an ache. Nothing really painful or sharp, just a dull ache. She felt herself get really tired all of a sudden and looked at her watch, 3am. No wonder she was tired. She laid down on the couch and decided she would work on the case in the morning. When Matt got back to the beach house around 6 or so, she was just going to tell him that she got up early and headed in. She did want to wait until Chris got there though before she went down to shower and change. She didn't want to be that exposed right now at 3am. So she laid down and drifted off to sleep.

Matt got back to the beach house at 5:30 and noticed her car wasn't there. His brow furrowed when he went in and found the bed had not been slept in. He tossed his keys in his hand a minute and then called the penthouse where she answered, trying not to sound like he had just woke her up.

"Houston Investigations" she said trying to sound perky, but beyond exhausted.

"C.J. what are you doing up there? I thought I told you to come back here and get some rest? Did you stay up there all night?" He asked and she could hear the worry in his voice even though she couldn't see it on his face.

"I just wanted to get an early start on this case. Now listen to me Mr. Houston, you get right in bed. You were up all night and since you didn't come home or answer your phone when I called" she emphasized that last part, "I am assuming the stake out didn't yield any results." Part of this was bluffing on her part, and she was an expert by the way. That's one the reasons Matt didn't always invite her to his poker games, she could totally clean house. She remembered Hoyt saying he didn't answer the phone and figured he had just gotten to the beach house and had called right away.

Matt looked up at the ceiling and smiled just a little smile. He didn't really mind being chided by his wife and she was right, he needed some serious sleep. "No it didn't. Uncle Roy and I will try again tonight. You know, I sleep better after I have a little exercise and I definitely sleep better when I'm not alone" he said as he licked his lips hoping she would get the hint.

Oh she got the hint, but she didn't think she was physically able to do that right now so she tried to let him down gently, "Why do I get the feeling that if I come home you will do a lot more exercise in that bed than sleep?"

Matt smiled again, "Because you know me too well" and even though she couldn't see him, she knew he was waggling his eyebrows.

"Goodnight Mr. Houston" she said.

"Goodnight Mrs. Houston" he answered and then he crawled into bed alone and drifted off to sleep, so did she.