Interface- Sorry this is a bit late.

The house seemed completely deserted. There was very little light able to creep in through the dusty nets. Any remaining furniture was covered in plastic dust sheets. Lisbon paced, slowly through the enormous living area. Rigsby had taken the left wing of the house; Van Pelt however remained several feet behind Lisbon, just in case.

The lead agent was just rounding past the large staircase when she was hit roughly over the back of her head. Lisbon just about managed to turn and land a blow of her own with the butt of her service weapon. She stumbled and fell, her vision blurred as she strained to focus on the sudden commotion above her. Giving in, she let her head drop with a thud back against the hard wooden floor; and all was silent.

"Why didn't you do this hours ago?" Cho's voice sounded terribly irritated. Jane worked the thin wire in the lock of the agent's handcuffs.

"I thought it would be a good idea if we hung out here for a while. Maybe we'd overhear something…" Jane mumbled through concentration. The lock clicked open. Cho practically burst out of the chains, squaring with Jane.

"Next time I'll kill you and say it was an accident. Now come on, let's find a way out of here"

Lisbon felt like she'd been hit with a tonne of bricks. Blinking her eyes open she was nose to nose with Van Pelt.

"Are you okay?"

With a groan Lisbon sat up right, the room spun around her. From what she could process, she was still in the house, on the floor, exactly where she had gone down, "What the hell happened here?" she demanded as she regained her authority. Lisbon got to her feet, a little too quickly but she just about managed to steady herself on the bannister. The lump on the back of her head was huge; she rubbed it gently, "What's going on?"

Van Pelt bit her lip, "You aren't going to believe this," she said quietly. She led Lisbon back through the house and out through the front entrance. Out in the street she could see none other than Kristina Frye being led in handcuffs to the nearest CBI vehicle. The psychic turned and looked back, the bruise on her face had come up a treat. She shot a satisfied grin up at them before she was forced into the car.

"You're kidding me" Lisbon reached up to rub the back of her head once more. She couldn't believe it. Kristina Frye had managed to knock her unconscious. She screwed her face up in disgust – she'd never liked that ridiculous woman.

"Hey, boss, can you hear that?" Van Pelt grabbed Lisbon's arm, they turned back to the house. A faint rattling could be heard. The pair frowned quizzically at one another.

Teresa led the way to side of the house; two small wooden doors were rattling like crazy, it was a coal chute most likely. On the count of three the two women pulled the doors open, aiming their weapons into the blackness. Dirty blonde curls peered up at them out of the darkness.

"Jane!" Teresa cried. She couldn't help be thoroughly annoyed to see him.

"Lisbon! Oh!" he cried stumbling up and out into the light, Cho close behind him. He threw his arms around her, "Thank god you're here!"

"Jane…"

"We got ambushed…"

"Jane…"

"Blindfolded and brought here…"

"Jane!"

"Hours without tea…"

"JANE!"

"Lisbon…?"

"Get off me!"

"Oh… Right… Sorry" he backed away and patted down his dirty three piece suit, "Did you find Kristina?"

Van Pelt snorted in an attempt to hide her laughter. Seeing Lisbon's unimpressed glare she quickly tried to compose herself – failing of course.

"Kristina is fine," Lisbon grumbled.

"Oh! Wonderful," Jane beamed, "Now, tea. Let's go, shall we?"

The used tea bag dropped happily into the bin. The worn brown shoes practically skipped down to the interview room. The door opened with an easy click. Inside sat Kristina Frye, a dozy smile across her lips. He noted the dark bruise and small cut just underneath her right temple – What good aim Lisbon had. Jane sat down opposite her, sipped his tea; and set the cup down along with the case file.

"You're in trouble," he smiled, "But you know that already, don't you?"

Kristina's smile broadened, as if his voice suddenly brought her to life, "You're getting the hang of this Patrick, you have the gift"

"You kidnapped my colleague and I" To this there was no answer. She grinned at him – insanely. Jane took another silent sip from his cup, "You assaulted Agent Lisbon"

"Yes… I did… For you Patrick… I did it for you. She'll destroy what we have otherwise. She has to go Patrick"

Jane felt suddenly uncomfortable knowing that Lisbon was behind the glass, likely accompanied by Cho and Van Pelt. He shifted slightly in his seat, straining to maintain his cool, "What do we have exactly?" He lent back in his seat.

"Oh Patrick. What we have can't be put into words," she told him with a small smile, "But it's forever"

Lisbon stood close to the glass, arms tightly folded, watching them. She had been as uncomfortable as Jane when she'd heard Kristina's words. She had tensed the moment they reached her ears. Refusing to look at either Cho or Van Pelt she remained still and focused. She thought she saw Jane's eyes stare straight at hers for a brief moment. Her heart skipped – She cursed at herself. It was likely that she had been mistaken. Lisbon shook her head slightly as she watched him; and listened to his voice. She pressed her thumb and index finger against her tears ducts, as if trying to force the onset of tears back in. She was going to lose her mind if this carried on. Her job was more important than this ridiculous phase that she had found herself going through.

"Are you alright?" Van Pelt asked quietly.

"Headache," Lisbon whispered, "Carry on here would you?"

She left hurriedly. Jane didn't notice her go by the window; he instead remained focused on Kristina.

Lisbon entered her dark and empty office, positioning herself at her desk. It was silent.

Somehow silence was always more bearable with Jane in it.