"It appears that you have unresolved romantic issues pertaining to Agent Rigsby," Amy Farah Fowler told Van Pelt.

"Don't talk to me about romantic issues," Van Pelt shot back. "Your boyfriend is afraid to hold your hand."

Amy nodded. "I realise that. However, the problems in my semi-romantic relationship with Sheldon Cooper have very little to do with your unresolved emotions about the hunk o'love Wayne Rigsby."

Van Pelt pushed herself up in bed, jealousy flaring. "You'd better be glad that you're a dream, or I would seriously stop watching your show!" she threatened, and glared at Amy. "Wayne Risgby is not some "hunk o'love" he is a kind, caring, generous person and any girl would be lucky to have him for a boyfriend!"

"Not any girl," Lisbon argued, deciding to join the conversation.

Bernadette nodded. "He's still so hung up about you that's its almost annoying."

Van Pelt blushed. "You really think so?"

"I do," Bernadette said. "Although I have to be honest, I think Patrick-"

"You're not allowed to use his first name," Lisbon interjected. "I'm not allowed to use his first name, so you can't either."

"Why can't you use his first name?" Amy asked. "Is it because you're afraid of developing deep emotional bonds with him that he can't reciprocate since he is emotionally stunted and damaged by the loss of his wife and child, of which he blames himself?"

"It's against regulations," Lisbon answered.

"No, it's not," Kate Beckett replied. "You know what I think? I think we're in the same boat. Jane is annoying, irresponsible, childish, full of himself-"

"Like Castle," Van Pelt interjected.

Beckett nodded. "Like Castle. But he's so good at what he does, and he makes the job worthwhile!"

"So are you ever going to peruse a romantic relationship with Richard Castle?" Amy asked Beckett.

Beckett shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'm ready for a relationship, but is he? He doesn't exactly have the best track record. Anyway, it's been fun hanging out with you girls, but I've got to get back to New York. Castle promised that I could read his new book before he sent it to his publishers, and I've got to think up some really good zingers."

"Bye," Van Pelt and Lisbon both waved.

"So where's Penny?" Van Pelt asked Amy and Bernadette.

"Who knows?" Bernadette replied. "But I've got to get going too. Howard and I are planning our honeymoon."

Van Pelt frowned as Bernadette left. "Are you leaving, too, Amy?"

"Of course not," Amy assured her, adjusting her glasses. "It's not often that female action-cop heroes hallucinate me in their drug-induced stupors. I'm having a great time. Shall we discuss the men on you team some more?"

"Sure," Lisbon replied. "We kind of touched on Rigs and Jane."

"Yes, but I think we should delve deeper into your psyches here." Amy took a notebook out of her bag and surveyed the two agents. "Why don't you both just throw the rules out of the window and engage in passionate secret relationships with the men of your dreams?"

"I tried that," Van Pelt replied. "Didn't work out too well."

"And both Jane and I are too damaged to pursue a relationship," Lisbon sighed warily. "It's not fair, but there you have it."

"I see." Amy looked disappointed. "Well then, what about- oh dear."

"What is it?" asked Van Pelt.

"I sense that there is somebody coming. I had better leave so they don't think you're crazy."

"They won't think we're crazy. We're just drugged," Lisbon protested. "I don't even really watch the Big Bang Theory. Or Castle, for that matter. I've just been bored."

Amy ignored Lisbon's protest and left quickly. Lisbon and Van Pelt sighed in annoyance, knowing that it would be the blonde nurse again. That blonde nurse was always there, like their own personal nurse. But so far, no sparks between her and Cho. It was a little disappointing, but maybe they just had to wait some more on it.

But it wasn't the blonde nurse, although it was a blonde. Cho's informal informant, Summer, walked through the door. She waved an awkward hello to the two agents and sat down.

"Kimball said that you two were taking longer to get off the morphine than the doctors thought," she said. "I decided that I'd come visit."

"Thank you," Lisbon replied, pushing herself into a better sitting position. "So what's new?"

"Not much," Summer replied. "That blonde nurse that you want to set up with Kimball is throwing herself all over Patrick Jane."

Lisbon went rigid. She struggled to keep herself under control. But then she realised that she had just been chatting with TV characters, and changed her mind. She savagely beat her hands into her pillows. "She is, is she?" Lisbon raged. "Well, we'll see about that! Since I am in a drug-induced stupor and this is obviously a dream, I summon Patrick Jane to my side right now!"

Nothing happened. Summer giggled. Van Pelt shook her head. "Boss, this is my hallucination. You can't summon Jane."

Lisbon frowned. "But it feels like my dream."

"Well it's not. And I'll prove it." Van Pelt straightened, rose her arms to the ceiling and closed her eyes. "By the powers of my mind, whose mind we are in, I say Patrick Jane must appear at Teresa Lisbon's bedside and kiss her!"

"Kiss me?"

"Shh!" Van Pelt peeked through her eyes at the door. Nothing happened. Summer was cracking up.

"Ah well," Lisbon leaned back, disappointed. "It was worth a try."

"Maybe we have to go to sleep and dream within our dream," Van Pelt replied. She lay down and closed her eyes tightly.

Summer doubled over, laughing. "This is too much. I've got to tell Kimball."

"You do that," Lisbon said, deciding to take Van Pelt's advice and try to dream about Jane. She closed her eyes.

Both of the agents woke at the same time. Their eyes snapped open and they leaped from their beds. They pointed knowingly at each other and in unison crowed, "SUMMER!"