Bob,

Hmmm, no I really don't like the sound of that. I'll have to be more creative. Anyways, more on your naming woes later. We have a problem. A minor problem, but still a problem. I am currently locked in someone's office. Teresa Lisbon's office to be exact. Apparently, it's some sort of punishment for sitting on the couch.

How was I supposed to know it was reserved? It's not like it had a sign on it or anything! This is what happens when Uncle Cho leaves me unattended. I guess it's not his fault he was called into a meeting first thing in the morning, but he could have at least warned me. Really, it should have big flashing lights like a caution sign. WARNING. Don't sit here are horrible, and unimaginable things may happen to you.

Second problem…. I absolutely do not have even the teeniest, tiniest crush on Patrick Jane. Nope. Not at all. Of course he has the most perfect, curly blond hair, and - nope. Does not affect me in the slightest. If anything, I am peeved at him.

Why?

He's the one who locked me in here. He stuck a chair under the handle and everything. It's immaculate in this room, and I'm afraid to touch anything….or sit anywhere for that matter. I figured the floor might be a safe bet, but I'm still a little wary. I swear all's I did was lie down and close my eyes.

It's not my fault I was surprised by the man's rugged good looks to realize I was being escorted away minutes later. And he just grinned the whole time. At least he introduced himself before locking me in. At least he's a polite kidnapper. Uncle Cho works with strange people.

Hmm, what's this? Meeting must be over. Either that or there's a silent fire drill going on in which case, I'll just burn. I could break a window if I have to. Oh sorry. My mind wandered.

There's a woman walking somewhat angrily towards me. How I know, you may ask. She has a big scowl on her face. Hopefully, I'm not in trouble. Oh wait- maybe it's just the chair blocking the door. It was a fire hazard after all. She shoves the chair into the waiting form of a tall man beside her who looks rather stunned at his newfound possession.

I wave as she enters, and she just gapes at me. I guess I should be glad I haven't been shot or handcuffed. Jane follows her in, and I swear I'm not lying but I saw him check her out. Yup. He totally did. Granted, she does look nice. I may not know the woman, but I can appreciate a fine, tailored blazer. Really, it's a must-have for every woman's closet. Several in fact. I know I personally have 3.

Oh right. Anyways, this is an interesting development I seem to have stumbled upon. I wonder if Uncle Cho knows anything about it. I'm sure he does. He knows EVERYTHING. I mean these two are totally like a scene in a movie. Star-crossed lovers! Romeo and Juliet. Wait. Scratch that. Actually I think it's more like 10 Things I Hate About You. Yup. Much more appropriate.

*sigh* Wouldn't that be romantic? Obviously, I'm a hopeless romantic with an unstoppable urge to 'squeal' at any given moment, but I'll try and contain myself. I, being an expert in these matters, clearly must give them a helping hand. I'll keep careful tabs on them. I am a genius! Sneakily follow Mr. Patrick Jane - handsome god- my whole vacation.

I am not a stalker.

And now Lisbon's giving me an odd look. I hope I didn't say anything out loud… I must learn to control my squealing tendencies.

Okay! Gotta run! Until tonight, faithful friend. I must create a plan of action!

LENA

(What can I say? I'm excited!)