WHEW! Massive writing streak so I can finish this before midnight :) I'm so glad so many people are enjoying this and have fallen in love with Lena! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed! I'll reply to everything once I get all chapters posted! I'm thinking there'll be two more after this one :) THANKS and Enjoy!

-Div

J-

You know- I kinda like it. J. JAY. Has a nice ring to it. Let meltdown commence in 5...4...3...2...1.…

OH THE HORROR. THE HUMANITY! THE INJUSTICE OF THIS CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD. And no, I'm not overreacting. The truth is J, that I am an idiot. Wait. Let me preface that. I shall provide you with the backstory so that you will have the facts to make the decision for yourself. Counsel! Approach the benches to determine if Exhibit A is inadmissible.

We left off our quest with the beautiful, yet humble princess hiding in a tall, dark tower. Okay, so maybe it was more like a dark, square kitchen, whatever. With the help of unlimited rations, the lovely princess devoured chocolate while flipping through the small TV until her loyal uncle came to rescue her and take her out for dinner. She sprinted down the stairs relieved at not having to talk to the sneaky serpent who caused the whole mess. Then the moment of truth arrived. The princess was empty handed. She had forgotten her trusted friend and companion! The one who knew all her secrets!

Basically, I ran back up the stairs like a bat out of hell. My eyes widened in as I saw Mr. Patrick Jane reach out a perfect hand and pick up my leather bound friend. I swear it happened in slow motion. My legs moved without me even having to think, and suddenly I found myself launched in mid-air.

Jane's eyes widened.

Lisbon's eyebrow twitched.

Van Pelt cringed.

Rigsby ate more popcorn.

And my uncle was nowhere in sight.

BAM! THWAP. SHAZAM!!

Yes, you pictured that correctly. I tackled Jane, sending us both to the floor. I'm sorry for any injury you sustained in the scuffle, dear friend. It's imperative that your contents be kept a secret! And no! I don't have LC loves PJ written on the inside cover. I don't know what you're talking about.

Anyways, I rolled off of him with a groan as musical laughter met my ears. Everyone was staring in shock at Special Agent Teresa Lisbon, Agent-in-Charge, as she burst into laughter. I guess seeing Jane roll around on the floor like an overturned turtle was a good reason though.

IT WAS MORTIFYING. I CAN NEVER SHOW MY FACE IN PUBLIC. NEVER.

Needless to say, I grabbed my journal and tore back down the stairs, before leaping into Uncle Cho's car.

Drive, Thelma. Drive.

…lena…

(I'm feeling very small right now. I wish I could disappear.)