*Sigh* Last chapter! Although, I've really enjoyed creating and writing Lena, so I've left room for her to come back in the future! Let me know if you like that idea! A BIG thank you to everyone who reviewed and favorited this story! A never thought this would be so popular! Hahahahah. Thanks again!

J-Dawg,

Yo, don't be up in my grill, home-skillet. *giggles* Okay. I am not a gangsta. I can't keep a straight face. Anyways, there is a great reason why I haven't written in several hours, I promise! You've been extremely patient, and I thank you. Now, here's where we left off…

I was crouched under Lisbon's desk, pressed against the wood and praying that my feet weren't sticking out too far. I was terrified, I'd be discovered and shot. I mean…hello! Breaking and entering into a law enforcement officer's office really wasn't one of my smartest moves. I couldn't even hold a pencil to share my anxiety with you! So, I just focused on breathing quietly, and not moving a muscle.

"Jane, why can't you just behave for once! That was so embarrassing!"

"Oh, come on Lisbon. You know you didn't want to sit through that speaker. He was boring- had no clue what he was talking about."

"Jane. You got us kicked out. In front of my boss and our colleagues."

"Meh. They were just jealous."

My heart was pounding, as they entered the office. I just knew Lisbon would come around and sit in her chair. I'd be discovered, locked up for eternity, and my life would become the subject of some sordid novel. *sigh* (Well, a mental sigh really. I can't afford to make a sound.) There was a moment of silence and I tried to crane my neck so I could see under the small opening under the desk. Loafers were instantly in my face. Okay, so the woman has some awesome jackets. Obviously, she needs guidance in the shoe department. Girlfriend does not need to be wearing loafers like that. No ma'am.

"We're lucky we weren't suspended!" Lisbon argued back before sighing heavily.

"Relax, you'll be much happier. Besides, you can use this time to finish that paperwork you were so sad to leave earlier!"

There was a small creak, and I assume she leaned against the desk. I was relieved. They seemed to be staying put for now. Very carefully, I somehow managed to slide down on my back so my eye was level with the crack. From this angle, I had a much clearer view of the other two occupants of the room.

"Very funny, Jane," she responded with a slight smirk.

Aww, they really are cute together. I wonder why they don't act on it? Sure we all have our baggage, and don't tell me it's because of the rules. I totally read the CBI Handbook during yesterday's meeting, and they're in the clear!

"Where's Lena?" Jane asked. "I didn't see her in the bullpen when we walked back."

"She's probably in the kitchen. That girl could give Rigsby a run for his money!"

I stifled a cry of outrage.

"She's an odd one… popping up in odd places," Jane rambled. "I think she's trying to set us up."

Oh this could get interesting. Lisbon's eyes widened, and she stammered a reply. If that wasn't proof, I don't know what was!

"Jane-"

"I KNEW IT!"

Okay, so maybe that was a bit premature. I really should learn to contain my excitement. Especially after I gracefully leap out from under a desk with my hands on my hips, only to find Jane staring at me in amusement. Lisbon, for the most part, looked completely shocked. Thankfully she had not drawn her gun. That's when it dawned on me.

"You knew I was here!" I accused. "This was your plan all along!"

Lisbon turned and glared at Jane, and I for one was thankful her steely gaze was not fixed on me. Jane threw his hands up, and grinned. Of course the man felt no remorse. I was used to weasle out her confession! How sad! I was only a reporter in this whole escapade. Hmph!

"You were very helpful, my dear. Quite entertaining really. And I couldn't have done it without you."

With another exasperated sigh, I marched up to the grinning manipulator, hauled back and punched him as hard as I could in the arm. Would you believe the big baby whimpered? I continued my dramatic exit with flair, and slammed the door behind me. Heading straight for the couch, I stretched out across it, and crossed my ankles with you, my dear journal, clutched protectively to my chest.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but when the door opened again, both of them were smiling. I hid my grin, feigning sleep, as Jane briefly touched her hand. I knew it. So that dear journal is the story of my involvement in true love. Clearly, I played a necessary part! And to think, they'd still be helpless and alone if it wasn't for me. *sigh* Who knows what confessions of love and sweet little nothings were whispered during their alone time ;) They'll thank me one day.

The parents are picking me up tomorrow unfortunately, but I think I'll have to convince them to let me visit again soon. I think I've developed a taste for law enforcement after all…

Besides, I'll have to check up on the still clandestine love birds. Heehee.

Until next time-

LENA! Matchmaker Extraordinaire

(Because I ROCK!)