Chapter 2: Big Changes

One Year Later

Teresa Lisbon stared at the board before her with a frown on her face. She had no leads, every lead she thought she had never panned out. In the end she just ended up looking like a fool. It had officially become a cold case for missing persons, but on the bright side she knew someone that worked there and they weren't letting this case slip between the cracks. It couldn't slip through the cracks; too much was riding on it.

"We're going to be soon." Van Pelt spoke as she entered the office.

"I know, you guys go ahead, I'll meet you there." She sighed turning back to the board before her.

Grace Van Pelt didn't have time for this. Her feet hurt like hell, and her body was begging to be removed from the monkey suit she was currently wearing. She wanted to be at home, on the couch, with Wayne rubbing her feet. He had become so cuddly now ever since she got pregnant. He was always smiling at her, and holding her hand, and just being there. It was nice, and she realized that she shouldn't be thinking that because now her ex-boss was staring at her.

"I'm sorry boss what was that?" she asked with a smile.

"Van Pelt you shouldn't be here. No one will think bad of you if just stay home and put your feet up. That's a Rigsby in there; you must be tired with all he's eating you from the inside out and all." She told her smiling.

"I have to be here. Jane would be here if it were me."

"No he wouldn't! Everyone would tell him how they are putting on their best and going out to say their goodbyes to you and that he should come to say his and he would say he'd meet us there and not show up! He wouldn't believe you were there, he's an atheist and he doesn't believe in heaven or hell and he would say you weren't there, but I can say this about him because he's not. They never found his body!" she screamed.

"They never found the body of Aaron Mitchum either, but you were more than happy to sign off on her death."

"Aaron Mitchum was a junkie! Everyone knew that, she had sold everything her parents ever gave her for her habit. She pissed off the wrong man and they killed her any idiot knew that. If it weren't for her I could've saved Jane."

"You don't know that's true. We don't know anything, come on you have to be there. Everyone is waiting on you, it's only right." Grace stated calmly.

"I don't need to be coddled Grace. I'll go for appearances, I don't need anyone thinking that I'm having some kind of breakdown, could you just give me a minute alone to get myself together."

"Boss?" she questioned.

"I'm not your boss anymore Grace and I'm not asking as Lisbon. Okay, I know that I'm a bit crazy right now but those two events have got to be connected I know that I'm just grasping at straws, but we were out there in the middle of no place and no one was with Jane. It had to be for a reason right? Just let me take a minute and get myself together, I'll be right down."

She gave her friend her best smile and was thrilled when it worked. She took one last look at board and tried to the pieces to fit. She knew that they fit somehow and it was up to her to find it. Jane was counting on her.

She quickly wiped her eyes and looked in the small mirror in the corner. She looked a mess and she couldn't have that, after all they were naming a park after Patrick today. He wouldn't be happy if she didn't look her very best. She took a few breaths and gathered herself, she painted on a cheerful smile and she was ready to give the cameras what they needed. Then when she was done with keeping up with appearances she would be back here to find the connections.

"Okay sweetie, we are going to go and see a park get named after daddy. Then when we're finished smiling at everyone we are going to come back here and figure it out. We have to get daddy back." She smiled as she picked up the small carrier which had been sitting on Jane's makeshift bed from the past.

A/N: Yea I know short right, but I had promised another chapter and I try to keep my promises. More soon.