Last chapter, woo.

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The team had left Katie Branicky's house, having gotten precisely out of the dead girl's mother what Jane had said they would, that Katie was going to break up with Brad Matson in order to go out with his little brother and now they were all standing around in the Matson's living room. Neither Brad nor Jason was home. As it turned out they were both at football conditioning.

Paul Matson was regaling the team with how Brad had a scholarship to play college ball next year and that he expected Jason to follow behind his brother. The team listened, trying not to seem impatient as Mr. Matson continued his tale, all except Jane, who wandered around the Matson's living room, eyeing pictures of Brad and Jason as little boys, child's league football trophies on the mantel, varsity letters and athletic awards on the walls. It was more of a showcase than a living room.

"Mr. Matson?" Jane said, interrupting the man's speech.

"Yes," he answered.

"Did you play football in college?"

"No," the man answered. "I blew out my knee my senior year in high school. I had a chance before that, though."

Jane nodded and went back to examining the pictures on the wall.

"Mr. Matson," Lisbon said. "What did you think of Kaitlin Branicky?"

"Katie…" Mr. Matson said. "Well, Brad liked her. But I thought she was bad news."

"Hmm," Lisbon said. "Everyone else we've talked to has said that she was a nice girl."

"She…" Mr. Matson began.

"She was going to break up with Brad to date Jason," Jane finished.

"She spent too much time with Jason," Mr. Matson said. "She liked him. He liked her back. Brad was probably the only one who didn't know."

"Katie's friend Stephanie said that Katie was coming to see Brad the night she died," Lisbon said.

"Brad was at the bowling alley with some friends that night," Mr. Matson said. "Jason was with him. I never saw Katie. I was watching the game on television. If Katie was coming over her she never made it."

Jane looked up from the trophy that he was fiddling with, then. "Yes, she did," Jane said. "You killed her, didn't you?"

"What?" Mr. Matson said.

"What?" Lisbon said.

"Katie came over to break up with Brad," Jane said. "But Brad wasn't here. You got in a fight with her. You didn't like what she was doing to your sons. She told you that she could do anything she wanted to with Brad and Jason and that you couldn't stop her. But you did stop her."

Jane looked to the rest of the team. They were watching him and Mr. Matson closely.

"That's ridiculous," Mr. Matson sputtered. But Mr. Matson was already wearing that frozen look on his face, the one that said he knew he had been caught.

"I beat you bashed her head in with… well, it could have been any one of these trophies, actually," Jane said. He looked around. "But I bet it was that one," he pointed to one engraved, "Brad Matson, Eighth Grade Championship Team, Captain."

"You," Mr. Matson said but he stopped, seemingly not knowing how to continue.

"It was with that one that Brad first showed real promise," Jane said. "I'm sure forensics will find blood on it. You bashed her head in with it and then you threw her in the back of your truck and you dumped her body in the park."

Paul Matson was speechless.

"Mr. Matson," Lisbon said. "You're going to have to come with us."

"They…" Mr. Matson finally said as Rigsby put him in hand cuffs. "They're my sons."

Jane nodded to the man as Cho and Lisbon took Mr. Matson out.

"So," Rigsby said to Van Pelt behind him. "If you don't have plans tonight, would you like to go out to dinner?"

Van Pelt immediately looked alarmed.

"Platonically, of course," Rigsby said. Jane left as Van Pelt sputtered.

"Are you coming, Jane?" Lisbon called to him will Cho stood by the truck reading Paul Matson his rights.

"I'll find my own way back," Jane said. "I've got something I need to do." With that he started off down the street.

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Jane returned to the CBI headquarters later that evening. He was walking in as Cho walked out.

"I suppose Mr. Matson confessed to everything?" Jane said.

"Yeah," Cho said.

"I'm sure his sons aren't going to take this well," Jane said.

"Probably not," Cho said. "Luckily, Rigsby and Van Pelt get to contact them. I'm off for the night."

"All right," Jane said.

Cho eyed what Jane held in his hands then. "Look, about Lisbon," he started. He didn't seem to know how to go on, though.

Jane laughed. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going to hurt her."

Cho nodded. "Well," he said. "I mean, I wasn't worried or anything."

"Yeah," Jane said. "I know what you mean." He waved the other man off. "Good night," he said.

Jane walked into the office. Rigsby was hovering beside Van Pelt who was talking on the phone, speaking soothingly to the person on the other side. Jane assumed that it was Brad Matson. He wondered how the boy would take it that his father had murdered his girlfriend because she was going to break up with him in order to date his brother. He didn't envy the boy the next few days.

Jane also briefly wondered whether Van Pelt would accept Rigsby's dinner offer. He decided that the odds were sixty-forty in Rigsby's favor before he headed into Lisbon's office. He knew Rigsby and Van Pelt also eyed him as he passed.

Jane stuck his head into the office first.

"What, Jane?" Lisbon said.

"You were right, I owe you these," he said. He stepped in the door, then, holding roses.

Lisbon blinked, dumbstruck for a moment. "They're beautiful," she said finally.

"Yes, they are," Jane said, handing them to her. "Unfortunately, they probably sealed the idea in the rest of the team's minds that we're sleeping together."

Lisbon's eyes grew huge. "What?" she said. "But we're not sleeping together!"

"I know," Jane said. "Frustrating, isn't it?"

He laughed at the look on her face at this, opening and closing her mouth, trying to say something and failing. "You look like a goldfish doing that," Jane said. She closed her mouth then and just glared at him. "And I think it's funny personally."

"You think everything is funny!"

"Yes, well, next time, try not shouting out 'I'm not easy,' in the middle of a briefing," Jane said. "It gives people the wrong idea."

"I should have left you in jail," she answered.

"Maybe," Jane said. "But you don't actually think that."

"You have no idea what I think," she answered.

"But of course I do," Jane said. "That's why I'm here." He watched her face as she tried to formulate a response, still holding the roses in her hands. Finally, he just laughed at her. "Happy Valentine's Day, Lisbon," he said before walking out.