It was precisely a day later when a woman walked into the agent's hospital room and sat down on the chair between their beds. Cho was supposed to be watching over them, but Van Pelt had cleverly manipulated him to stand in the hallway talking to the blonde nurse after she (the nurse) gave them (the agents) their hourly dose of morphine. Anyway, the woman who had just walked in wore a frumpy sweater and pencil skirt, and she had long brown hair. A pair of thick glasses sat on her nose.

Van Pelt and Lisbon both stared in shock. Could it be? No! It was impossible.

"Hello," the woman said. "My name is Amy Farrah Fowler."

"Hi," Van Pelt said.

"You're a TV show," Lisbon said.

Amy nodded. "Indeed I am. However, it seems that the amount of mind-altering drugs that have been given to you to deal with the pain of your recent gunshot injuries has caused you to hallucinate me into existence."

"Great," Lisbon muttered. "Jane's going to love this."

"Mr. Jane doesn't have to know," Amy whispered conspiratorially.

"Oh." Lisbon studied Amy for a moment, and then shrugged. "So why are you here?"

"I don't know. You're the one hallucinating me."

Van Pelt sat up in her bed. "I didn't think I was given that much morphine. Hey boss, is it common for hospitalised patients to share hallucinations? Wait, you're the neurobiologist. I should be asking you!" She looked at Amy.

Amy shrugged. "I'm just a figment of your imagination. How should I know?"

Van Pelt nodded. "Good point."

Lisbon was just about to tell both of them that they were crazy when in walked Detective Kate Beckett. Lisbon's jaw dropped. It was her hallucination! Grace didn't even watch Castle.

Beckett waved, a bit awkwardly. "Hello."

"Who are you?" Grace asked.

"Kate Beckett, from Castle," Beckett replied. "I just dropped in to say that I'll be around sometime, but at the moment I have to go find a killer, so see you later."

She waved again and left. Lisbon stared after her with eyes as big as dinner plates. What was happening to her mind? "Grace," she called loudly, "Grace, are you there?"

"Yeah. I'm right here."

"So am I," Amy added. "Well, now that you've hallucinated me into existence, what do you want to talk about?"

"I've gone crazy," Lisbon groaned. "I'm hallucinating TV characters!"

"Don't feel bad, Agent Lisbon," Amy told her. "After all, you have suffered the traumatic incident of being shot while defending the public good and justice. In accordance with all the trauma and stress that you go through on a daily basis, not the least of which is dealing with Patrick Jane and his clever, manipulative hotness, you have the right to have a mental breakdown. Of course, this hallucination is facilitated by painkillers."

"You think Jane is hot, too?" Lisbon asked in surprise.

"Of course I do," Amy replied promptly. "While he may not be on the same intellectual level as Sheldon, he is smart and as Irene Addler said in "A Scandal in Bulgaria", an episode of BBC's Sherlock staring Benedict Cumberlatch and Martin Freeman, brainy is the new sexy."

"How can you say all that without taking a breath?" Grace asked with interest.

"Practise."

Just then, Cho walked into the room again. He frowned at the two female agents. "Are you okay?"

Grace and Lisbon glanced at each other. Grace cleared her throat. "Cho, can you see anybody in this room besides the two of us?"

Cho looked at her blankly for a moment, and then scanned the room. His eyes slid right over Amy Farrah Fowler. "No."

"Ok. Um..." Lisbon thought for a moment, and saw that the blonde nurse was walking down the hallway. She felt frustration rise like bile in her throat. How was she going to keep the blonde bimbo away from Jane if Cho didn't go flirt with her? "Cho, can you go find our nurse and ask her if I'm going to be allowed to eat real food yet?"

Cho shrugged and turned away.

"Very clever," Amy congratulated Lisbon, nodding her head in approval. "They would make an adorable couple."

"Wouldn't they?" Grace agreed. "Although it seemed to me that they failed to hit it off."

"Don't give up so soon," Amy said. "After all, did anybody ever think that Sheldon and I would become boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"True," Grace said.

"Now," Amy clasped her hands over her knees. "What should we talk about?"