Grace Van Pelt relaxed in the foamy bathtub, surrounded by scented candles. She had always loved the luxurious feeling of wallowing in a bath, the scent of lavender was helping her feel calm and the soft warm glow of all the candles made the room seem cosy. She thought about how much she'd enjoyed baths as a child, smiled at the recollection of how she used to pretend she was diving with Princess Ariel under the sea.

"Under the sea," she sang, slightly off-key. "Under the sea! Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me!" She actually chuckled to herself as the tune carried on bouncing round in her head.

Here, surrounded by the candles and scent and bubbles, she was in her happy place. She felt truly relaxed.

'You're deeply repressed and… something…'

It had been one hell of a case. The idea of being hypnotised had always freaked her out, she didn't like to think of someone getting into her head and just taking over like that. Jane had said that no-one could be made to do something against their nature, that a hypnotised saint would always be a saint. What would an atheist like him know about saints? Saints in the bible weren't naturally good all the time. Saint Peter denied Jesus three times, Saint Paul started out persecuting the early Christians. Sunday school had taught her that saints were flawed human beings who made a conscious choice to do good things. She suspected saints would be as open to wrongdoing as anyone else when under hypnosis. She liked to think of herself as one of the good guys but didn't want to imagine what she might be capable of when hypnotised.

'Because of… something… in the past'

The scariest part had been when Wayne beat up Dr. Daniel. She had seen him bring down, arrest and even shoot people, but she'd never thought of him as a violent person. In spite of her misgivings about hypnotism she'd been rather relieved when they discovered that Wayne hadn't gone mad, he'd just been hypnotised. Although seeing how easily someone could take control of a state agent like that had shaken her. For the first time in weeks she'd actually felt glad that Jane was on the team. The way he'd taken it seriously rather than being mocking and ironic had surprised her. He'd remained completely unruffled by it all and she had found his matter-of-fact attitude very reassuring.

'That… something…'

It had been embarrassing too, of course. Jane had probably known Wayne would want to kiss her, he probably thought it would be funny. It had actually been nice, in a way, though it would have been nicer if it had happened somewhere other than in the office in front of her boss. More than nice, in fact. Wayne might have been in a trance but he'd still been pretty good at kissing. An uninhibited Wayne was, well, he might be off-limits in real life, but in the confines of her head it could be very different. She grinned to herself.

'Something…'

Her mind drifted to when she went to pick up Dr. Daniel for questioning and she felt triumphant. That had been so good. If it had happened even just a month ago Daniel would definitely have caused a sleepless night or two. He had done his best to get under her skin, trying to manipulate her, wheedle information out of her. He'd tried flattery then he'd tried using her looks against her. He'd spotted the same things in her that Jane had when he'd been blind. Daniel hadn't got it right like Jane had, though. He'd called her an over-ambitious small-town girl, shut down to everything but the job, afraid that someone might find her out. Yes, even just a month ago that would have worked. Instead for those few glorious moments she had found herself feeling invulnerable. He'd been trying really hard and the only effort she'd had to make was not to laugh in his face.

'Under the sea'

She wasn't a small-town girl trying to make her way in the big city any more. She had made her way, she was an officer of the law, that's who she was and who she wanted to be. Her past didn't have to define her, her present could do that. She'd felt very proud of herself in that moment. "I've been working with Patrick Jane for nine months now. You want to get under my skin? You're gonna have to up your game." She hadn't planned it as a put-down, she had simply voiced her thoughts. She had seen what he was up to and had been genuinely unimpressed. Working with Jane had obviously been an education in more ways than one. He hadn't just been messing with her, he'd toughened her up and she hadn't even realised it until then. Poor Daniel had seemed completely bewildered. He probably hadn't failed that badly for a long time.

'Under the sea'

She'd been angry with Jane and herself for too long. She now realised she didn't need to be. Jane got under everyone's skin. She coped pretty well and was getting better at it. Afterwards she had gone back to the office and seen Jane reading on his couch. She'd briefly thought about going over and saying what had happened, thanking him but she'd swiftly thought better of it. She still couldn't put into words exactly what she wanted to thank him for. Being Jane he probably already knew. Anyway she'd seen how much he hated being thanked. She didn't need to understand why in order to appreciate that it was true and act accordingly.

Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me!"

"Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me!" she sang out loud again. That was going to be an earworm for a while, she could tell. Still, as these last few weeks had demonstrated there were worse things to have rattling around in your head. Maybe that explained Jane. He must have worse things rattling around in his head all the time. You could see the despair sometimes, she always found it very disturbing when she did though he usually hid it well. That must be a conscious decision that he makes all the time, she mused, and a notion suddenly tickled her.

Like a saint.

She couldn't help herself, the absurdity of the idea had caught her unawares and the laughter just burst out of her. She laughed and laughed until she could barely breathe, until her sides hurt and the tears streamed down her face and still she laughed, couldn't stop herself, bubbles and water sloshing over the sides of the bath and her laughter making the bathroom ring. She'd heard him called many things but never Saint Jane! If that was the best she could come up with she was going to give up trying to understand the man.

She eventually got her breathing back under control, realised she was feeling warm and contented and sleepy. Still giggling to herself she climbed out of the bath and started snuffing out the candles, one by one.