The red head watched as the CBI consultant disappeared from sight into the elevator once more and then glanced across at Rigsby and asked, "Any idea what's going on?" Wayne sighed and then rolled his chair closer to hers and answered, "I'm not sure I should say, Lisbon warned that the more we talk the more likely this guy from internal affairs is going to keep hounding us."

"Hounding us for what?" Van Pelt wondered to which he explained, "He's pretty much convinced we let Jane do whatever he wants and that our department has become lax as a result."

Grace crossed her arms and replied, "And you're saying that isn't true?"

"Well I think it's a broad generalization to be making, don't you?" Wayne asked making her smile and then shrug and say, "I don't know, Jane does get away with a lot of wacky stuff in order to close a case. I mean look at what's happened now. We're sitting here wasting time with old paperwork trusting him to handle a murder investigation all on his own. I liked being out in the field."

"But we're not letting him go about and do whatever he wants, he isn't a loose cannon right?" Rigsby wondered to which Van Pelt said, "Sometimes I pause and wonder whether or not he'll snap one day. It's hard to say."

"The point is he's our friend, and this guy seems to think that Jane is nothing but trouble. So we just keep our heads low and wait until he gives up," Rigsby replied.

"Is that what Lisbon said we do?" Grace asked to which her partner replied, "No, but it seems like the smartest course to take." "So if he isn't here to grill us about Jane, why is he here?" she asked.

"Why don't you ask him yourself, maybe you can convince him that we're all on the same team?" Wayne suggested as he spotted the IA agent descending the stairs. "Maybe I will," the redhead said standing and adjusting her pants before walking toward the stairs.

"Agent Waves, were you ready to speak with me?" she asked to which the man said, "I don't see why not.

" Gesturing for them to go into a small conference room, the dark haired man closed the door and asked, "Is there something you needed to tell me?" "I was just wondering if those files I gave you earlier were proving helpful in your investigation?" Van Pelt asked to which he smiled and said, "No you weren't, so there's no need to lie. You're curious as to what I'm looking for, aren't you?"

She nodded slightly and said, "I thought maybe I could help, you know speed things up so we can get back to work?"

"Oddly enough you're the only one to cooperate with me all day," he said sitting down and sliding the file across the table toward her adding, "What do you make of that?" Glancing at the document she nodded and said, "This is the case we had a while ago concerning the Ellison farm, the triple homicide connected to Red John."

"It's also the oldest known murder connected to the serial killer, if that file is right it happened back in the eighties," Waves pointed out gesturing to one of the pictures that had the infamous bloody smile on the side of the barn.

"Yeah, I remember… what about it?" Grace asked closing the file to which the IA agent explained, "I'm sure you also know that the Ellison farm is owned by the Visualize organization, making it very likely that the cult has something to do with this serial killer. And that… is precisely why I'm here, Agent Van Pelt. Someone in the CBI has been leaking information to Visualize and I intend to find out who and why."

She paused for a second glancing at the file and then muttered, "What… you think it's Jane?"

"It makes a certain amount of sense doesn't it? After all, he's hell bent on capturing Red John so why wouldn't he sell his soul to these fanatics?" the man countered causing her to reply, "Now wait a minute, not all of them are bad people. Some of them are just messed up kids."

"Oh I'm sure there are a few kindred spirits in there, but let's face facts. Bret Stiles brainwashes them into thinking he's some type of god, am I right?" Waves asked to which she stated, "He's not a bad person either."

The IA agent paused and looked at her for a moment before stating, "Maybe I have gone about this investigation all wrong then. It would seem you're pretty quick to defend Stiles, despite the fact that he's got a criminal record longer than the state tax forms." "Yet none of those crimes were ever connected back to him," she replied to which Matthew said, "He's smart, Grace; he knows how to keep his hands from being dirty. Just like your friend Patrick Jane."

"You're looking in the wrong direction! Jane is a good man and Stiles is harmless, you're supposed to be finding a mole for the organization!" she said angrily to which he countered, "Stiles is Visualize, the body and soul of the cult. So you can bet that he knows something about this mess. But of course he won't be talking anytime soon."

Rising and taking the files, Waves added, "But I think maybe it's time I focused a bit more on you, Agent Van Pelt." "What do you mean by that?" she asked with an icy tone to which he stated, "Perhaps you could tell me exactly what your relationship with Craig O'Laughlin was?"

She froze and then muttered, "That was two years ago, and completely unfair. Nobody knew he had ties to Red John.

" "You expect me to believe that you slept with the man and yet you weren't aware he was leading a double life?" Waves growled. "Yes I did have a relationship with him, but I also shot him dead," Van Pelt said angrily.

"So I read," Matthew said as he prepared to leave and then added, "But I can't help but to wonder whether or not that was to cover up your own complicity in the case surrounding Red John."

As the internal affairs agent left her, Grace ran a hand thru her hair and rubbed her scalp trying to think. If I'm not careful this guy is going to pin something on me that I didn't do, she thought grimly. Glancing out of the room to where Rigsby was sitting, she thought about asking him for advice but then quickly brushed it aside. There might be one person who can help me, she thought. And maybe it will get my name in the clear before my career sinks, she decided leaving the office and heading toward the exit.