A/N: Sorry for not posting. I'm not going to be posting chapters every day, but I'm trying as much as possible. Keep tuning in and review. Also: I just noticed that I am writing in the period before Lisbon knows about them, before the scene where Wayne says: "Grace and I are lovers". Just wanted to add that. Enjoy!

Chapter 10:

Cho seated Krazylocks into the interrogation room, and started his routine of questions. The rest of the team stood looking into the room through the window. As Cho asked multiple of different questions, Krazylocks sat staring blindly at the wall, muting out anything Cho was saying.

"He won't budge." Lisbon said frowning. She tapped on the window, signaling for Cho to end the questioning. He stood up, piled his papers and walked out the room.

"Agent Lisbon?" said a police officer walking into the room.

"Yes?" she said.

"We got a hit with your suspect." He said handing her a wireless laptop.

"Thank you." She said as he walked out the room.

"Krazylocks aka John Meyers. Born in Pennsylvania, kicked out of UCLA for drug possession, and no record of him since. He was arrested twice for assault, and trespassing. A man by the name of Randy Stewart filed a restraining order against Meyer earlier this year. Rigsby, find out were Stewart lives, Jane, come with me." Lisbon said entering the interrogation room. Krazylocks was seated in one of the chairs that were in the cage like room. His hands lay carelessly on the table, his eyes half closed. He swayed his head from side to side, as if moving to the sound of music. His feet tapped slightly every once in a while, moving to the sound of a beat he only heard. As the door closed behind Jane and Lisbon, he snapped out of his trance and straitened up a bit in his seat.

"No, no don't mind us, be as you were." Jane said sitting himself in one of the chairs and staring intently at Krazylocks. He smiled kindly and motioned with his hands for him to go on. Krazylocks tried to ignore him, and went back to the state he was in before. Jane stood up and moved around him, intrigued by his movements. Jane walked around him until he was crouched behind his back staring at his neck. Slowly he reached his hand up and lightly tapped his neck with one finger. Krazylocks continued swaying, but turned around to glare at Jane, who only smiled and walked back to his seat.

"He didn't do it." Jane said crossing his arms behind his head, and leaned back relaxingly.

"How do you know that? He obviously was abusive and high most of the time. Give me one good reason why he wouldn't do it." Lisbon said frustratingly.

"You know I can hear you." Krazylocks said raising both arms in the air.

Jane and Lisbon ignored him and continued their own conversation.

"Did you see the way that he didn't even flinch when I poked him? Well somebody with a guilty conscious notices everything around them to have every clue if they will be found. Since he didn't cringe away, shows he has nothing to be guilty of and that he's not the guy we're looking for." Jane said satisfied.

"Why am I even here? I didn't do nothing wrong, man." Krazylocks said slightly confused and dazed. Lisbon reached for a flashlight from her coat pocket and opened his eyes, flashing it into his surprised face.

"Yep he's definitely high." Lisbon said.

"Why am I here man?" He said banging the table with force.

"Stacey's been murdered." Jane said crossing his arms and waiting for a reaction from him. He looked at them with a trembling lip, and tears beginning to form in his light blue eyes.

"No, no, no man you're lying. Tell me it ain't true." He said pointing at Jane.

"Afraid so." Jane said patting his back and walking out of the room. To Lisbon's horror, Krazylocks banged his head against the sturdy table and began wailing like a baby. She quickly got out from the room, and gave the police instructions to file the paper work, and charge him with possession. She walked quickly to their little office space to see what they had to do next.

"Rigsby, did you find anything about Mr. Stewart?"

"Yeah boss, he lives about ten minutes from here, in the new neighborhood their building. This guy is one rich mother-"

"Okay thanks. Cho and Rigsby stay here and dig some more. Jane, Van Pelt lets go."

The seven bedroom, four and a half bathroom, Italian style villa was more than any of them were imagining. They walked up the path to a twenty foot gate and buzzed the intercom.

"Hello how may I help you." Said a woman with a high pitched Chinese accent. Jane moved his hand on the gate, feeling it and studying the house that seemed as if it belonged to a king, let alone a doctor.

"Were CBI agents, we have some questions to ask Mr. Stewart." Lisbon yelled loudly into the intercom.

"You don't have to yell missy." She said giggling.

"Mr. Stewart no home, he busy." She said.

"Could you check again, and tell him it's an urgent matter about a homicide." Lisbon said. They heard some muffles and then a deep voice saying "Let them in" and the gate opening before them. They walked to the door and were greeted by a large man in his mid forties. He greeted them as Mr. Stewart and led them into a large living room with three leather sofas. He was still wearing his suit from work and rubbed his eyes as he sat down on the couch. Lisbon and Grace sat down on the couch facing Mr. Stewart, and Jane walked around the room studying every object. Mr. Stewart studied him with wary eyes, but turned his attention to the two ladies sitting in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Stewart, I'm Teresa Lisbon and this is Grace Van Pelt. That's Patrick Jane. Try to ignore him, that's what I do. We're with the CBI investigating the murder of Stacey Lowery." As he heard Stacey's name, his face turned a shade whiter. He composed himself quite quickly and continued to listen. Jane was the only one in the room who noticed his response to the victim's name.

"And how may I help you with the investigation." He said sleepily leaning back into the couch.

"Well we saw that you filed a restraining order against Stacey's boyfriend John Meyers, also know as Krazylocks by other people." Lisbon stuttered on the last part.

"Yeah that kid snooped around my house peering through the windows. I confronted him but he almost beat me to death." He said over exaggerating.

"Do you know why he would even be snooping around your house?" Grace asked. She looked at him closer; something about his eyes reminded him so much of somebody.

"Where's your wife?" Jane asked pointing at a picture.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Stewart asked.

"Your wife. I see the wedding ring, but I don't see you with a woman in any of these pictures."

"Oh." Mr. Stewart said laughing.

"She hates taking pictures, a beauty like her and no pictures. Couldn't believe it myself but people have their weird habits." He said continuing to laugh.

"Where she know?" Jane asked smiling a bit.

"Went to visit her family in New York for a week. She won't be back for another five days." He said.

"As I was saying." Grace said glowering at Jane.

"Is there any reason that John was snooping around your house."

"Well there is one." He said loosening his tie a bit. Sweat began to form on his forehead and he took a deep breath.

"Are you all right Mr. Stewart?" Lisbon asked concerned.

"Yeah I'm fi-" But he couldn't finish the sentence as he fell to the ground and began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Call 911" Lisbon yelled as she bent towards his limp body and felt for a pulse. She pushed her hands to where his heart was and counted to herself, pushing and pushing. Jane hovered over her trying to do something to help her. The Chinese maid entered with a tray of tea. As she saw the scene before her she gave a terrified yelp and fainted as well onto the carpeted floor. Lisbon tried to push harder, making him stay alive. The sound of an ambulance rushing towards them became clearer as the seconds passed. She felt for a pulse again, and let go of him since there was none.