Van Pelt waited at the elevator for the hot men that she worked with every day (She was a lucky woman!). She wore a surgical mask that she stole from the nurses' station; she had to stay in disguise, or else the nurses would force her to go back to bed. She noticed that a tall, dark-haired man was watching her from the end of the hall. She gave him a quick glance before turning her attention back to the elevator. When were they going to get there?

The doors dinged open, revealing the three hot men that she worked with every day (Wait a minute... she had already thought that!). Patrick Jane in his pinstriped three piece suit, his clever blue eyes taking in far more than he could actually see. Kimball Cho, emotionless expression and calm stance speaking of some sort of inner tranquility. Wayne Rigsby, his strong jaw and rugged features belying his gentle heart. His dark hair was parted immaculately, telling exactly what kind of person he was. Van Pelt melted just looking at them.

"Van Pelt?" Rigsby said worriedly, rushing from the elevator.

"Shh!" she pressed a finger to the stolen surgical mask. "Not here, you fool!"

"What's with the-" Cho started, but Van Pelt whipped her IV tower around and rolled it over his foot, causing him to flinch.

"Not here!"

Jane snorted. Van Pelt looked at him curiously, but dismissed it as one of his weird idiosyncrasies. She led the team swift and silent through the hospital corridors. (The dark-haired man had mysteriously disappeared). Soon they were in the safety of the visitor's room. Van Pelt carefully surveyed the area and took off her surgical mask. When she turned back to the men, she saw that Risgby was as red as a tomato, Jane was chuckling, and Cho was being Cho.

"What's with the cloak and dagger stuff?" Cho asked.

"You never know who might be listening," Van Pelt replied vaguely. "Now, I called you here for a specific purpose."

She sat down on an overstuffed chair. The three men stared at her for a moment, and then Jane sat down opposite her. "For what?"

"I'm worried about the boss. They're giving her waaaay too much morphine."

Jane leaned forward slightly, peering intently at her. "Is she the only one getting too much morphine?"

"What are you talking about?"

Jane chuckled. "Is the only reason you're worried about Lisbon is that she's getting too much morphine?"

"No! Of course not!" Van Pelt clasped her hands together and stared at him intently. "The Boss is in grave danger!"

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Grave danger?" he repeated.

Van Pelt nodded vigorously. Rigsby shifted uncomfortably. Van Pelt frowned at him. "You think I'm crazy."

"No," Rigs replied instantly. "No, I think that you've been shot, you're in a lot of pain and you've been given a lot of medicine."

Van Pelt leaned back, folding her arms. "Here's the thing; I've been seeing this really weird guy hanging around. He's wearing scrubs like he's a nurse or a doctor or something, but he never checks our charts! I think he's going to kidnap the boss and force her to marry him!"

Jane snorted. Van Pelt almost threw her IV pole at him, but decided that he was just scrambling to cover up his tormented emotions and concern for Lisbon. Cho's face was impassable, but Rigsby was unconvinced.

"Come on, Grace-"

"It's true!" Van Pelt argued.

"No it's not, you just made that up." Jane laughed. "What are you trying to do, Van Pelt?"

"I think that somebody should stay with us at all times!" Van Pelt exclaimed loudly, trying to sound convincing. Did Jane see through her plan? Did he know it was all a ruse to keep Cho around so that he'd meet the blonde nurse? She glanced at Cho quickly, but he was rubbing his eyes, not about to volunteer to stay.

"All right, I think that's a good idea," Jane said.

"You do?" his three colleagues asked at the same time.

He grinned. The golden sunlight falling through the window into his blonde curls made him look somehow angelic. Nobody was fooled by appearances, though. They all looked at him suspiciously. His grin was devilish.

"If it helps Van Pelt feel more secure and aids in her recovery, then by all means we should do as she asks." He gave the other men a significant look. Rigsby shifted. A sign of a guilty conscious? Van Pelt wondered. Cho, on the other hand, was still Cho.

"Okay. Sounds good. Who should take first shift?"

"Cho!" Van Pelt squealed, anxious to get her clever plan underway.

Cho shook his head. "I've got paperwork. Jane will stay."

"But he was just here!" Van Pelt complained. "And he was mean!"

Jane looked shocked and hurt. "What? How was I mean?"

Van Pelt opened her mouth and couldn't think of a suitable reason for her statement. "All right, you weren't mean. I was just saying that because you're so smart and you'll make us say things that we don't mean due to the morphine and your mentalizing skills. In fact, you've probably got Rigs and Cho here in some super devious plan to learn our deep dark secrets. Don't you?"

Jane grinned like a proud father. "Yep."

Grace rolled her eyes. "Fine. You can be the one who looks after us for now. But don't think I'm even going to talk to you!"

She got to her feet and began tottering back to her room. She spied the dark-haired man turn a corner and frowned. Was she becoming paranoid, or was he watching her? Suddenly she felt a tug on the back of her hospital gown and whirled around. The blonde nurse was standing right there. Her three colleagues were standing a few feet back, Jane giggling, Risgby as red as a beet, and Cho looking bored. Just like before...

"Just let me-" the nurse said, trying to circle Van Pelt.

"What are you doing?" Van Pelt demanded of the nurse, spinning to keep away from her.

The blonde looked at her seriously. "Dear, your backside is showing."

And for the first time, Van Pelt felt the breeze.