He'd slipped unnoticed out of the office; and carefully calculated his route up to the attic. Jane sighed. A deep, long, heavy sigh. As he exhaled he tried to relax, and sank into the last remaining corner of his mind where light still shone. Through the blinds he watched as life continued as usual outside. When people died, life carried on. He couldn't help but admire the wife of Daniel Kent. She hadn't killed him, of that he was certain. Yet she'd opened the Leisure Village, business as usual, determined; as he saw in her eyes, to carry on.

Life hadn't ended when his family had been murdered. He'd wanted it to. Oh god had he wanted it to. Yet, despite everything, including his best efforts, he'd remained behind. To live. Jane sank down into the well worn chair that resided there, crossing his legs casually.

"What's the good word?" he asked Lisbon. She'd silently, though not silently enough, followed him up to the attic. She'd not spoken, yet without turning Jane knew she was stood there, most likely wearing an apologetic expression.

"Jane..."

"No, no," he interrupted calmly, "I crossed a line. It's fine" He took another sip of his tea. Lisbon stood perfectly still, not quite knowing what to do.

"Jane... No more screw ups. The sooner we find the body, and the killer the sooner we can close the case"

"I know" He raised the cup to his lips once more.

"Jane, what's wrong? You been acting strange, even for you. You can tell me"

"Oh there's nothing wrong," he turned in his seat, smiling his charming smile at her. His hand waved casually to a seat he'd added. Lisbon looked between Jane and the chair, confused to say the least. Nevertheless she obediently sat. He stared at her, grinning that grin.

"I don't have time for this," she said flatly standing up again. Jane grabbed her hand suddenly. Lisbon turned sharply, glaring at him and the hand that held hers so tightly. In a blink of an eye she recalled quite clearly the image of the consultant peering out of the shower at her. She'd justified Jane's actions by explaining that he was undercover so as not to raise suspicion. Throwing in another white lie of how they were tipped about the possibility he'd been spotted held at gun point. Only half a lie she supposed, seeing as he had indeed been held at gunpoint, by her. Jane saw the colour rushing to her cheeks as she stared at their joined hands. Her eyes moved innocently up to meet his. It was too late to hide the pink tinge she now wore.

Jane grinned again, "Never mind," he decided, releasing her hand casually. Annoyed with herself, Lisbon turned and marched her way out of the attic without so much as a goodbye to Jane.

"Hm," he murmured thoughtfully turning his attention back to the window.

Lisbon had never been madder at Jane. He was the one person, ever, to whom she could not get away with lying to. She hated it.

Okay sure. The guy was far from bad looking, quite the catch if she had to be painfully honest with herself. There were many things wrong with having a 'thing' for Patrick Jane. First and foremost, he was so emotionally unavailable it was unreal. Second, he was the most, the most, annoying person she had ever met. Period. Thirdly, she worked with him. So, not only did she not want him, but it could never work out between them if she did. She valued her job far too much. She'd worked too hard to risk it all on Patrick Jane. Whom she did not in the slightest bit find attractive.

She was relieved when the phone call to say that the body had been located came through.

Finally something to focus on other than – Never mind.

"Alright, they've found Kent's body. We'll take two cars. Van Pelt let me know if you can dig up the dirt on Kent, everything, if he ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I want to know about it. We need to find out who he could have been having an affair with... Jane...," she took a deep breath as she stared at the back of his head on the couch, "... With me"

Silence.

This was getting to be a habit. Even more so now, considering how uncomfortable Lisbon felt. Driving gave her the perfect excuse to concentrate and not have to look at Jane. She could sense how relaxed he was sat beside her, jacket casually thrown onto the back seat, arm hanging out of the open window. She didn't want the silence to stop this time. After their strange encounter in the attic Lisbon wasn't exactly sure of what she was supposed to say to Jane. A few nervous 'ums' and 'ahhs' maybe?

The sound of gentle sighs beside her signified one of Jane's usually inconvenient naps.

What a relief.

The lead agent had hoped to leave the consultant napping in the strategically parked car while she dealt efficiently with the remains of Daniel Kent. However, luck was not on her side as she caught a glimpse of his messy blonde curls ducking under the yellow tape.

"Decided to join us have you?" she muttered scornfully.

Jane yawned loudly pointing this way and that as he explained to Lisbon how a woman must have committed the murder. He continued his extravagant theory by explaining that only a man would have been more brutal in the removal of the body parts. With an enormous grin he turned, considering his work done, and trailed back to the safety of the car, "And that's not Daniel Kent!" He called over his shoulder, his voice fading as he strode.

"I hate when he does that," Cho's deep voice cut into the awkward silence. He held a clipboard out to Lisbon, "We need to release the scene" Pressing down slightly too hard, Lisbon signed the forms. She frowned so hard that the line between her eyebrows hurt. The drive back with the ridiculously smug Patrick Jane was going to be a nightmare.