Later that day, Jane stands in the parking lot of the FBI headquarters. Judy Carmody exits the building, looking stressed and tired. Her clothes are wrinkled from spending the night in them and her hair is unkempt.
'Do you need a ride?' Jane asks her.
'Oh I was just going to get a cab'. Judy explains.
'No, don't bother with that. Come on I'll give you a ride'.
Judy is unsure, but agrees to take that ride, knowing that she would have a long wait for the cab. Jane opens the side door of Lisbon's car and she gets in. Unbeknownst to Lisbon he swiped the keys from her in the interview room. Yes she would be mad, but it was for a good cause.
'Well, thank you for driving me home'. Judy tells Jane. She climbs out of the car and walks up the path to her house.
'You're welcome'. Jane replies, although too quiet for her to hear. Jane drives around the corner of the block and sits in his car. He slouches in the seat, getting comfortable and then closes his eyes to sleep.
A few hours later, it is getting dark. The streetlights are turning on. Jane is still in the car, just waking up. He climbs out of the car, quickly, looking around to make sure no one is watching. He opens up the trunk of the car and pulls out an elaborate gift basket. Sneakily he runs down the street with the gift basket in hand, turning the corner onto Judy's street. He places the gift basket on Judy's porch and then heads towards her back yard, keeping well hidden beneath the foliage. He stops when he gets to an open window and peers inside. It appears to be the dining room and not frequently in use. Jane takes one last look around and then climbs over the window ledge into the dining room. Once inside he heads straight for the closet and hides inside.