Teresa was very aware of Joe as he followed her down the hall. She had noticed that he was very adept at walking with just one cane, but she slowed her gait slightly, although not noticeably, so he would be able to match her step. Arriving at the somewhat large and comfortably furnished den, Teresa indicated that Joe could sit wherever he liked as she got ready to record. Before she turned it on to record, however, she thought he might be more likely to talk if they chatted a little first.

Joe Dawson, double amputee, Head of the entire North American Watcher Association, collector of old rare books just for their beauty, and blues singer/guitarist extraordinaire sat comfortably in an overstuffed chair waiting for this beautiful FBI agent to speak with him. Here was a woman he could certainly appreciate. He liked that she had suited her pace to his as they came down the hallway - she reminded him of a friend, Duncan McLeod, who would do the same. They were also alike in that Duncan pulled no punches just because Joe was an amputee. Teresa had no pity in her eyes when she looked at him. Rather... she truly looked at him trying to see him for who he was and what he had accomplished with his life. Teresa Lisbon was certainly someone he would like to get to know better even if Patrick Jane was smitten with her! Joe was sure he just needed a little push in the right direction.

At that moment Patrick Jane came in with both tea and coffee. Joe had to chuckle. He did live up to his reputation as psychic. All he had done was think of him and in he pops!

"Hey Jane." Said Teresa. "Glad you're here to sit in on this, if you have any questions just jump in. Although I'm sure you would anyway. And while we're all together I wanted to let you and Joe know there are several false walls and hidden rooms in this safe house. Although not quite as secure as safe rooms they will help if the house is compromised and you can't escape. Joe, I must be frank, with your disability you should have the room directly above the den. There is a hidden elevator right here." With that Teresa stood and walking over to the wall depressed a lighting sconce to reveal a two-person elevator. "This leads to the bedroom with bath upstairs and the other two bedrooms have to share a bath down the hall. I'll tell Matthew when he and I talk later."

Joe smiled. He wondered if all FBI safe houses had this or if Teresa had requested it because of him.

Jane said, "Teresa requested this safe house particularly for the hidden rooms Joe."

Shaking his head, Joe could only smile. He was sure gonna have to talk with Methos some more. There really was a lot to Patrick that didn't meet the eye when you first met him. After having the hot tea and coffee they all perked up. The rainstorm coming after the evening's beheading had left everyone chilled. Patrick started a fire in the fireplace and returned to the couch in time to hear Joe tell Teresa how he had stepped on a land mine in Viet Nam and his Sarge had carried him through thick jungle for miles in order to save his life. He didn't tell her he had learned his Sarge was an immortal and the doctor who saved him was a Watcher. A Watcher who recruited him to the Watcher Organization to help document the lives of the Immortals. Joe remembered how he had felt like half a man after the land mine took his legs but then became filled with a purpose in life after joining the Watchers. Of course his Immortal had been Duncan McCleod of the Clan McCleod who was maybe the best. Although he was only four hundred years old, he had honor and discipline. He never just killed for the sport of it all. But he had become disheartened a few years ago and disappeared as only an old Immortal could do. After some time Joe had been assigned to document as much of Methos' life as he could glean from old Watcher records.

Teresa could only listen, fascinated as this very interesting man related some of his life to her. Wow, a bookstore in Paris! A friend who lived on a barge which was anchored near the Notre Dam Cathedral. Playing the blues circuit in Canada. Joe seemed to have led an incredible life. But as much as she liked him she stayed on track subtlety guiding the questions to learn his background, possible gang or drug affiliations, anything that would make her instincts ring an alarm. But nothing. After half an hour or so, Teresa looked at Patrick. "Well Jane, what do you think? Do you have any questions for Joe"?

Patrick smiled his most winning smile and asked if he could sit in with the band sometime. Only at practice. He played the upright bass - a little. He loved Joe's blues style and maybe Joe could teach him a few things.

Joe grinned. His eyes lit up. "Sure thing Patrick, I thought you were gonna grill me and you just ask me to have fun with you, doin' what I do best. I'd be delighted"! Then turning to Teresa he asked if he could be excused.

"Sure Joe. Just please don't go outside. We don't want anyone knowing your whereabouts until we can follow up on this. If you need anything just let me or Agent Cho know, if we can we'll get it for you."

"Well, Agent Lisbon, there is one thing that would help me to sleep better." Teresa looked at Joe. "Could you push that thing on the wall and give me a quick hug"? She grinned, what a charmer she thought as she pushed in the sconce and gave Joe a hug. It reminded her of tucking in her younger brothers.

Joe grinned over her shoulder and winked at Patrick, who very obviously hadn't seen that coming. "And that's how it's done, Son." Joe said as the elevator door shut.