And so the snooping began.

Even Van Pelt got in on the action, using her womanly skills to bypass the tiny female picture on the bathroom door. Every male eye in the office watched the corridor waiting for the signal of success as she followed Lisbon back to the offices.

She shook her head - no success.

They turned back to their work.

Jane remained on his sofa. He inspected no further and spoke not one word to the agents. He lay with his eyes closed, listening to the work going on around him. The three agents looked at one another, then back to the relaxed consultant. They had barely exchanged quizzical expressions when a sharp voice brought them to attention.

Fuelled by an unmeasurable amount of coffee Lisbon stood in the doorway.

"We've got a warrant for Kent's office," she informed them, "Lets go"

Jane sat quietly in the car with his seat belt on. He wasn't interested in Lisbon's pre-drive briefing. He was more interested in the contents of the work vehicle she'd had assigned to her. He looked around at the empty paper cups in disposable cup holders, even the car's own cup holders were occupied by empty cups. Jane put his nose into the nearest one and breathed in deeply - coffee for sure. He pulled the glove box open in front him, a small pair of binoculars fell into his lap. He held them to his face then brought them back down to look at them. Around the bottom of the eye pieces there was a very faint white streak, it disappeared quite easily when he rubbed it. Jane paused a moment, something didn't ring quite right here.

"Where were you last night?" he asked as Lisbon settled herself behind the wheel.

"Its none of you're business. We don't discuss our personal lives during work time"

"So investigating personal issues in a CBI vehicle is okay then?" Jane continued, determined to get his answers.

Lisbon drew herself up and turned in her seat, "Don't make me kick you out of the car Jane"

"You wouldn't do that, and the others already left," he waved towards the car pulling out of the car park.

"Don't test me Jane" Her tone was threatening yet Jane seemed to show no fear.

"Tell me where you were last night," he persisted.

"Out!"

"What?"

"Get out!"

"But..."

"Now!"

She refused to look at the sad blonde curls looking helplessly in at her through the passenger window as she pulled away.

It was the flustered Lisbon who arrived, alone, at the leisure village. Cho and Rigsby said nothing as she led the way up the steps and into the grand entrance. After exchanging glances and quick game of rock paper scissors behind her back, it was Cho who was left to ask the fatal question.

"Where's Jane?"

"Not coming," came the firm reply. The arrival of Ms Wood saved her from further questioning, "Ms Wood we have a warrant to search your husband's office here and..."

"And could you point me in the direction of your kitchen?"

Lisbon felt her eyebrow twitch in annoyance. The consultant appeared at her side.

"The kitchen?" Ms Wood looked utterly confused.

Jane held up his cup, "Tea," he grinned quietly.

"I don't believe this," Lisbon hissed, "What are you doing here?"

Jane casually poured the water from the kettle into his cup before turning to her.

"You need me," he said simply.

"We do not need you Jane. We managed perfectly well before you came along"

"I didn't mean the team. I meant you" he took a quick sip on his way past her and towards the door.

"Jane believe it or not, I don't need you" He turned and stared at her for a few long moments, his expression was as unreadable as he could possibly manage, "I believe you"

Teresa watched him leave. It was hard, but it needed to be done. She refused to let him get to her.

Lisbon caught up with Rigsby in the late Daniel Kent's office.

"Anything?"

He snapped a white glove off and stood up straight, "There's some blood rubbed into the carpet down there," he pointed beside the desk, "Easily missed," he added, "Someone really tried to hide it, make it blend in with the carpet"

"Okay let's get a forensics team in here, this is a possible crime scene, probably where it all started out" To her amazement Jane strolled in past them, sat himself at the desk and put his feet up.

"Comfy," he grinned lifting his cup to his lips.

Lisbon stared at him, "Jane"

"Oh hey Lisbon," he beamed taking a second sip and looking around. Rigsby stood perfectly still, completely stunned.

"Jane," he whispered, "You can't be in here, it's a crime scene"

"No it's not"

"Rigsby you stay here, wait for forensics, make sure no one else comes in here, Jane, outside... Now"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"It's not where he was killed," Jane replied calmly, "There wasn't enough blood and in his file it said that he was very prone to nose bleeds. The blood on the carpet wasn't cleaned up by some murderer. Would you stop to try and clean it up with a body laying around? I don't think so. It wasn't even a good attempt at covering it up. No. He had a nose bleed, and probably didn't have a tissue handy"

Lisbon's mind began to tick over. She shook her head, staring blankly at the floor.

"Lisbon... Uh... Lisbon?" In a moment of anger Lisbon tensed her fist and threw it squarely at the consultant. He backed away holding his nose tightly.

"Ouch!" he yelled staggering a few feet away from her. A small trickle of blood escaped through his fingers.

"You... You deserved it," Lisbon tried to convince herself as much as she tried to convince him. With shaking hands she pulled out her phone, "Cho I want you to go and check out Kent's holiday home. Van Pelt can send you the details" she closed the phone, "Lets get you back to CBI"

"How will Rigsby get back?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's waiting for forensics and you sent Cho on an errand, he needs a car"

"I can't believe I let you drive me around in this thing"

They were in Jane's old classic speeding down the deserted highway, Lisbon sulking in the passenger seat.

"Its not so bad," Jane's muffled voice came from under the tissue that was stuffed up his nose.

They rode silently for miles and miles, the radio was on low playing the soundtrack of days gone by, years gone by, happier times. Lisbon watched the greenery go by, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. Too exhausted to talk, too exhausted to do anything. Jane dropped the bloody tissue into his door pocket.

"I know where you were last night," he said calmly, eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

Lisbon didn't react, she didn't seem shocked, she didn't ask how he knew.

All she could whisper was, "I know"