Author's notes: Well we're getting to the end of this fic, just a couple more chapters to go after this one. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to everyone for your review, follows and favs and just for reading.

Lisbon's feeling nervous as she faces Dr. Caber, She feels a little on display with all the spectators. All she needs to do though, is look to Jane and see the struggle he's going through, to strengthen her resolve. He gives her a smile of encouragement and she turns towards the doctor.

"Are you comfortable Agent?"

Lisbon nods. The doctor smiles at her.

"Good, let's begin. I'm just going to put you into a relaxed state, nothing more. There's nothing to worry about."

Lisbon nods again trying not to think of all the times she's heard Jane say the same thing, knowing there was a lot to worry about.

She can't see Jane but he's smiling as he remembers how he had to trick her to relax when she asked him to hypnotize her, she'd been accused of murder and couldn't remember her movements at the time it took place. He can't hear what's going on as Doctor Caber is about to start. They discussed Jane not being present as he could still be susceptible to hypnosis suggestion. He argued that it would help keep him awake, an argument that didn't sway much with his doctor, who knows he desperately needs sleep and feels he should have sedated him hours ago, but he also pointed out his usefulness. Jane, of course, got his way and headphones were the compromise with Jane lip-reading to understand what's going on.

In reality Jane can't keep up with the lip-reading the concentration required is too great. His eyes are burning and his body feels as if it's gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer. Looking at Lisbon, she's seems relaxed so he turns his attention to Pete. He's watching for any signs of recognition from him. He knows that something the doctor says or does may trigger a reaction in Pete that he's not aware of. Jane hopes he can read it, unlike lip-reading he doesn't have to work as hard, reading people is second nature to him.

After the doctor's finished they look to Pete but he shakes his head. Jane's taken off his headphones.

"There were four places where there was a reaction from. Pete. I'll show you where on the playback."

They taped the session to prevent interruptions which would spoil the flow and, perhaps causing the doctor to miss some steps. Pete contradicts Jane.

"I'm sorry Patrick but I saw nothing there that I remembered from Aunt Mae. I think your desperation is causing you to see things."

Jane's shaking his head.

"You may not have recognised anything but your subconscious did."

Everyone is watching the tape, a wide-angle was set up to get Lisbon, Doctor Caber and Pete all in the frame. Everyone's there that is except for Pete, it was time for him to be getting back. He said. He'd been away from the carnival too long, he was needed. Truth was he couldn't take another moment at the hospital, something Jane understood, so he told Pete that there was nothing more he could do and thanked him for his help. Pete grabbed his arm and said with a voice husky with emotion

"I hope it works buddy."

Jane patted his hand.

"So do I."

Jane's watching Pete on the screen and as soon as he sees a reaction he cries:

"Stop!"

Lisbon stops the recording and then backs it up a fraction. She presses play and Jane and the Doctor closely watch the monitor. After the fourth time Jane relaxes in to the pillows, a smile on his face. Lisbon looks at him and her face lights up.

"You've figured it out!"

Jane nods. Doctor Caber looks puzzled.

"I saw nothing. There were no triggers in the places you stopped the tape.

"It's not what you did, it's what you said."

"She used words as triggers?"

Jane nods, and Lisbon looks aghast.

"Then it could be anything, it'll be impossible to find the correct words? She could've used anything."

"Yes she could but she didn't"

Jane's eyes are shinning, the knowledge that he's there, that he's found it out, has sent adrenaline coursing through his body.

"I can't hear an Elvis song without being transported back to my carnival days, because his songs were constantly blaring out from the trailer a few doors down from ours. Aunt Mae's trailer. The words that Pete reacted to were, Can't, I just and help."

Lisbon's feeling frustrated with Jane's long-winded and non-sensical explanation.

"That helps up how Jane? They make no sense."

Doctor Caber interjects triumphantly.

"I just can't help believing!"

Jane touches his nose and points at the Doctor.

"Exactly doc. We have an Elvis fan."

"It's my mom's favourite song."

Lisbon's still frustrated.

"You're saying the trigger is an Elvis song, but there must be hundreds of them."

Jane turns to her.

"There are. I just can't help believing was one of Aunt Mae's favourites too, along with three others that she played constantly. My guess is her triggers were those four songs."

"But wouldn't that make some go into a trance every time they heard the song?"

Jane smiles.

"Triggers don't work that way or people would go in and out of a trance when some one touched them."

Lisbon shrugs.

"I don't get it, but only four sounds good odds."

"It is. Let's get to work doc."

It's the third song, It's now or never, that works. Lisbon watching the proceedings doesn't understand how they know but Jane's willing to sleep. A nurse injects his iv and within moments Jane's sleeping. His Doctor turns to her.

"He'll be asleep for hours, go home and get some rest. He'll be fine now."