I decided to take this opportunity to look at the photo from before. I may not be as smart as him, but I as sure as hell knew how to learn something as simple as a picture. I kept my hand on the towel holding it up as I wandered towards the picture. I heard a murmur of "Rigsby" come from Patrick in the other room, as much as I wanted to hear what he said I had a pretty good idea of what it would be. HE would tell him I was in trouble in the vaguest terms possible that I was in trouble and that he should keep an eye out about Patrick's place and his own. Then he would either hang up and call Cho on his own or instruct Rigsby to do so himself. I may not be a psychic, or whatever Jane is, but I can figure out a little bit about this idiot that's caused me so much pain on so many cases. Minelli will never forgive me for all the times I've had to back Jane over him because it would close a case. Jane may think I'm a hard-ass but I could be so much more hard-ass-ier.

I finally got close to the picture. I wanted to get back to my seat, Patrick doesn't have many tells, so if something showed then I wanted to kn-

"Excuse me?" I heard from behind me.

Shit.

I turned around and saw Patrick in the doorway. He didn't usually act like this around me. Hell, him saying "excuse me" was weird enough. I thought of something quickly. If not I was gonna have issues.

"Oh, uh," And I can already tell by the way that he's looking at me that he knows I'm thinking of a lie to tell him, why did he have to be so smart? "I was getting some sugar for my tea. I was actually just going to ask you if you could tell me where it is." My voice shrunk at the end of the scentence.

"uh, huh. Well no matter, Rigsby is on his way here with Vanpelt. Since I don't have a gun or much experience with one I assume they will be a good help. Cho'll be here soon, he lives closer then they do. Vanpelt is going to bring you some lady clothes. You might want to go to the bathroom, to discover, uh," Wow I had never seen Patrick awkward about anything before, "the cause of that bleeding."

MY blood drained from my head as I felt the warm viscous liquid continue making a path down my leg. I nodded in agreement and made my way to the tub. Finally I felt the pain that hadn't registered during all the shock. I moved into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it just incase. And as illogical as I knew this was I took one step over to the shower and checked behind the curtain, just to see if my mystery assailent was hiding behind it. Like I should have expected, no one.

I finally dropped my towel to the ground and sat on the toilet, this small room being my bunker, my shelter for the time being. I was scared because the pain was coming near somewhere I would rather not have it come from.

Scared, I lifted my shirt slightly; the blood was leaving a stain on my leg, that would be a pain to wash off, that is when I had a chance to wash it off. I lifted it one more inch and finally saw the source of the blood, a cut. A simple not too deep to fatally wound but deep enough to cause a good stream cut on the inside of my upper thigh. As terrible as that was I breathed a sigh of belief. I thought it was going to be worse, but this was just a simple case of assault.

Well, not simple since I was an agent that wasn't on duty at the moment I was cut… I don't think. I'm still not clear. I wiped the blood away with a towel and walked over to the sink to see the damage.

Damn, did I look ugly. I had a scratch on my face that didn't seem to have a reason behind it, at least not as much as my mind would tell me, another bruise on my forehead right above my right eye was beginning to turn a ripe color. I put my elbows on Patrick's sink and took a deep breath before I rested my head into the nest in my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair, finding a bump on my head. No wonder I couldn't remember anything clearly. I got hit too hard.

I heard a knock on the door and the rattling of the chain as Jane let Cho in. I fixed my hair and gave up halfway through after I realized I didn't really care. They were my subordinates and, dammit I do have to be presentable as their boss. I splashed some water on my face and moved my hair a bit. I grabbed at it until some of the knots went away. I still looked beat up, but just a little less beat up.

I exited the room and (while holding the towel around my waist) tried to do my business strut. It didn't work well and I had to settle for a shuffle as I exited the hall.

"Cho." I greeted him.

"Boss" he replied. I sat down as Jane explained as much as he could to him. I sat down and listen to him recount the event. My easy wandered over to the photo again. Maybe I should get my eyes checked, it was about to come into focus when I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed for my hip and looked at the door not blinking. Then I remembered, Cho had the gun, and it was probably Rigsby and Vanpelt here. Thank God I can't wait to change out of her shirt. I hope she doesn't want it back.

Patrick moved to open the door.