Jane drops the tea bag in to the waste bin, picks up his cup and enter the bullpen. Silence reigns as he looks around him. No one sitting at the desks, work cleared away, filed or hidden in drawers. It's their turn to have vacation time over the holidays and everyone was going 'somewhere' to spend Christmas. Jane has nowhere to go. He sighs and climbs the stairs. As he reaches his door, his senses become alert, someone's been in. He carefully opens the door, and is greeted with tinsel, lights, a Christmas tree, presents, a banner, Merry Christmas Jane!