Ferdinand-

Nope. Still not right. *gasp* Maybe you're a girl! Michelle? Susan? Jen? Fern? Sacagawea? Nope. Nothing is working. I'm beginning to get depressed. Maybe I should consider looking into a baby name book. Yes. I'm sure I can convince Uncle Cho to take me to the library. I wonder if they have a spying for dummies book…. Hmm. The possibilities are endless.

Ouch. Okay, so I have currently wedged myself between the wall and the couch closest to the end where Jane puts his feet. I've already gotten an odd look from Van Pelt, but she just shrugged and headed towards her desk. I convinced Rigsby to move the large potted plant so it's slightly in front of me. So, I know it's not the best hiding place in the world, but it's the best I can come up with when I have such limited materials.

Jane and Lisbon are the last to return from their meeting. I guess the criminals have taken this week off because there seems to be no current cases for the SCU. Hmm. Anyways, back to my suspects. This morning I noticed that Jane brought Lisbon some sort of pastry and there was a 'rumbly in my tumbly'. Thank you Winnie the Pooh ™. (Look at my uber cool trade marking skillz. I is talented. ) Hmph. I thought it was quite rude the rest of us weren't provided with breakfast. Oh sorry, off track again. Food tends to do that to me!

His hand barely brushed against hers. I would have turned beet red, but Lisbon just shrugged it off with a glare. *sigh* Oh, they're returning! FINALLY. I'm getting a little cramped. Hmm, nothing to report really. There's a bit of distance as they walk this way-

SWEET SWIRLING ONION RINGS.

Total eye sex. I mean, good grief almighty! I don't know how anyone can be so dense as to not see the connection between these two. WHEW. That look he just gave her, and the one she returned…. I'm turning into a melted pile of goo. AHHH. And another look. Good grief! I'd kill to have nonverbal communication like theirs. I'm definitely going to keep a running tally…

They made a quick detour to the kitchen. Well Lisbon headed back to her office, but I'm sure Jane's going for some tea. Good. I need a minute to cool down. Shut it, faithful friend! I know he's like triple my age, but you can't deny that was hawt! (see my repeated attempts at socially appropriate misspellings?!) D'awww! He took her a mug of some refreshing beverage. Totally not fair- I mean, all this spying has me parched.

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Brief flurry of excitement, oh mighty silent one. I've been discovered. To be more accurate, I was almost squished before almost dying of a hear attack. The blond Adonis himself, of course decided to flop down on the couch, which somehow managed to shift it effectively pinning me against the wall. I felt like an animal in a trap. Piercing blue eyes stared at me from behind the leafy undergrowth. My heart is racing. The face draws closer…. And closer….

If you haven't noticed I can be a bit melodramatic. Here, have another exchange:

Jane: Hi.

Me: (squeak)

I'm sure it sounded much more dignified, really!

Jane: Nice seating arrangement, my dear.

Me: It… uh… has good lighting.

Jane: (glances at dingy window) I see.

Me: It greatly influences my artistic motivation, you know. I'm trying to discover a new perspective on life.

Jane: By sitting behind my couch?

Me: Total immersion in the environment. (I point to the plant)

Jane: Ah.

Me: I…uh…gotta go. My uncle's calling me…

Uncle Cho: No, I'm not.

Me: 'Lena'… (I say out of the corner of my mouth before I scamper off)

Curses! Foiled again.

I think I just made things awkward. I shall hide in the kitchen for the next few hours. Maybe someone will take pity on me.

/lna/

(I feel all cramped still. I really don't recommend spying on people from small hiding places.)