How long they held onto each other - who knew? It was only the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs that broke them apart.

However, the few long moments holding one another had only reassured them both that their experience that morning was not merely a release from a stressful job. But the overflow of emotions that had grown within them over the course of the years they had worked together. Jane had breathed in deeply the scent of her hair, sighing with satisfaction now that she was finally in his arms. Teresa Lisbon, the headstrong CBI agent, had melted like butter in his hands mere hours before. Told him, through rasping breaths, how much she needed him, wanted him.

They broke apart slowly, Lisbon turned away from the doorway, dipping to collect the forgotten file. It was Van Pelt, much to Jane's surprise who emerged in the doorway sporting her all-knowing and embarrassed expression.

"Hey Grace," he beamed reading her like a book with a casual flick of his eyes.

"Hey Jane, uh boss, we've had a call in. Daniel Kent's body has been found"

"Take Rigsby, Cho and I will follow you guys"

"What about…"

"Oh I'm not allowed to work this case," Jane waved a casual hand, "You'll be fine without me don't worry"

"I was going to say, what about the wife?"

Jane's pride took a slight knock, "Oh…" was all he could manage. Lisbon bit her tongue in an attempt to stop the chuckle desperately seeking escape.

"We'll pay her a visit once we've officially confirmed that it's him," she added. Grace nodded, glancing back with a small grin as she left them alone again.

Jane stood grinning at the small agent, "What?" she smiled back with a shy look.

"Oh, you know, nothing"

"Oh really? Just nothing huh?"

"Really," he grinned leaning in to kiss her.

"I almost forgot…!" The pair leapt apart. Grace blushed furiously in the doorway, turning this way and that, not quite deciding if she should stay or go. Her mouth was open in shock, her face burned; she finally opted to leave uttering a very breathless, "Sorry"

Jane dipped down, cupping Lisbon's face in his hands as he brought his lips against hers. Her surroundings melted away, the boundary of work crumbled; nothing seemed to matter during those few moments.

"We can't do this during work," she told him once they'd broken apart.

"I know," he gathered his cup and saucer "Enjoy your body"

"Funny. Don't forget to sort out this case. The sooner you do, the sooner you can come back," she forced the file into his hand and left him stood staring down at CBI logo stamped on its cover. He sighed quietly and let it open in his hand. Lisbon clearly hadn't looked at it in any great detail.

"Cold case," he murmured sadly looking at the date. The chances of him closing a 20 year old case in a day were pretty thin. Still, he tucked the file under his arm and with a slight spring in his step he made his way down to the office. The team had already left, which was good news for him, he'd need absolute calm around him as he read the case details. The file dropped heavily onto his desk, Jane was suddenly very aware of eyes upon his back. Hightower was striding past the office, obviously on route back to her office. Their eyes locked onto each other's, Jane straightened up, watching her every step until she disappeared. After a quick frown and a stray thought he shrugged and ventured out into the kitchen area to fetch his much needed tea-fix.

It didn't take long to read the details of the unsolved case. A caretaker at a leisure centre had been found dead in the pool. The morning staff had opened up, taken the cover off of the pool and found him underneath. The building had been locked and the alarms set. There was no way in and no way out. The only possible exits would have triggered the alarm system. No fingerprints had been found on the equipment besides the morning staff's and the caretaker's. Everyone's alibis had checked out, if it wasn't for the stab wound to the chest of the victim then the case could have officially been classed as an accident. Jane hugged the file to his chest as he lay back on his sofa. Elvis stared back at him, "I don't know what you're looking at it," he told the smudge on the ceiling. Jane closed his eyes and drifted off into his thoughts.

Lisbon stood over the mangled mess that was indeed, Daniel Kent. She pushed her hair back and looked to Grace to fill her in on the rest of the story. The red head practically gagged on her words as she explained how the body had been discovered.

"… The wounds indicate that he was… that he was… he was dead before his ears, eye and tongue were removed"

"Well we know why there was only one eye at the scene," Lisbon crouched down to look at the one empty eye socket and the other one complete with mushy contents, "These things usually take a few tries…"

"Boss" Lisbon was greeted by Rigsby holding out his mobile phone to her, "Its Jane"

"Jane?" The lead CBI agent turned with the phone and strode a few paces away from the body, "20 years old? But, that's a cold case… I never thought to look at the date. How are you going to… Oh you have? Well then, why are you calling me? Oh really? Well… Good job. We'll meet you there. No I won't say it again… Bye Jane"

"What did he want?" Rigsby asked accepting his phone from the pint sized agent.

"Get the car we're going to pay Kent's wife a visit. Cho and Van Pelt, you two stay here and wait for forensics"

Jane got in his car feeling pretty smug with himself. On his passenger seat the case file was sat open looking up at him. The face of the caretaker stared blankly up from the driving licence scan that was paper clipped to the first page. It was a younger, fresher, Daniel Kent.

"Twins," Jane smiled as he turned the key in the ignition.