Lisbon watched from the other side of the mirror as Jane did his "interrogation." It frustrated her that she could not understand what passed between the two men, but she was glad that Jane was on her side. Since he had joined the team, they had closed almost every single case within two months, and she was sure this one would be no different.
Suddenly, she felt something, some new electricity enter the air. Lisbon could not detect what had passed between the two men who stared so intently at each other, but she knew that look in Jane's eye, and it usually meant trouble for her.
Jane stood, pushed his chair back from the table, and returned to the observation room where Lisbon now waited uneasily.
"Well, did you get anything from him?"
Jane walked out into the corridor, one hand on his chin, evidently deep in thought. Lisbon followed him impatiently.
"Jane?"
Jane went and laid down on his couch in his classic "I'm-relaxing-leave-me-alone" pose, his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. Lisbon sighed and moved towards her office until she was stopped by the sound of Jane's voice.
"Check the casinos. He's obviously an inveterate gambler. I'm betting that Lawrence owed him money, so he killed him."
Before Lisbon could question his actually believing that their prime suspect might be guilty, Van Pelt appeared with a piece of paper in her hand and a serious look on her face.
"Boss, we got a hit on the fingerprints. His name is Neal Caffrey. He's one of the most notorious art thieves in the country. He was incarcerated for almost four years before he escaped six months ago. He was then recaptured, then almost immediately released again as a consultant to the white collar division of the New York FBI office."
"Who was the supervising agent?"
Van Pelt consulted her paper. "Peter Burke. But there's more. Caffrey escaped again yesterday, and they've been looking him since then. I already sent them notification, and Agent Burke will be on the next flight to Sacramento."
Lisbon looked at the mug shot on the paper; it was their John Doe for sure. "Inveterate gambler, huh? Come on, Jane, you have to admit that was pretty far off."
Jane didn't respond; Lisbon assumed he was pretending to be asleep so as to avoid her teasing.
"All right. Let's go see what Mr. Caffrey has to say now."
She walked back to interrogation, but stopped short in the doorway as she saw the empty chair and the open handcuffs on the table. She spun around to find Jane and rip him a new one for this latest game, but… The couch was empty, except for… She ran over and picked up the small piece of pale blue paper.
Sorry.