"This had better be good Jane," Lisbon warned as they strode up the driveway together.

"It's brilliant," he confirmed with a grin, "Daniel Kent had an identical twin brother. He was a caretaker at the 'Wood' family leisure centre. Here," he handed the small photo to her, "Now I have a suspicion that your body, isn't Daniel Kent. I think you'll find that your body, is Harvey Kent – the twin brother"

"Wait. Hold on a second," Lisbon stopped walking abruptly, "That's not Daniel Kent out there?"

"Uh, no I'm afraid not. In the report it says that a few days before the body was found Harvey Kent had asked for the night off. He couldn't get anyone to cover his night shift"

"So he got his brother to take his place. Being identical, no one would ever know that they switched places"

"Exactly, the wrong brother was murdered that night. Harvey wasn't going to reveal his identity, being alive makes him a target. So he keeps quiet and takes on Daniel's identity. But, the killer must have found out about the switch"

Lisbon stared at the consultant, "I leave you alone for an afternoon and you tie two cases together," she sounded exasperated as she nodded towards the entrance, "Come on" They began to walk a few paces before she stopped again, "Hightower said that you were specifically asked for, who asked for you?"

"Ah the Pièce de résistance!" Jane exclaimed, "They have a sister, and guess who she's blaming?"

"Agent Lisbon, Mr Jane. A pleasure as always," Mrs Wood greeted them as they entered the building.

"See," he told Lisbon happily, "Right on queue too, a pleasure?" Jane beamed, "Oh really? Well we do come bearing news. We found the body of Harvey Kent"

"There must be a mistake Mr Jane. Harvey has been dead for years. An accident at work, a..."

"Hardly an accident," Jane interrupted, "It's funny how Harvey was making plans to start up his own chain of leisure facilities, facilities that would rival your family's business. I suppose it's just a coincidence that Harvey was murdered the same night that he was going to seal the deal"

"An unfortunate accident"

"Are you sure?"

"Jane…" Lisbon warned.

"Here's what I think. I think you murdered him to stop the deal. One problem, you killed the wrong one. While you were murdering Daniel, Harvey was miles away putting pen to paper, and you couldn't believe it, six months later, up pops this place" Jane raised his arms, his eyes flicked upwards as he indicated to the luxurious building in which they were stood, "The Wood's are a very wealthy family," he added casually.

Mrs Wood's face drained suddenly of colour, "But I married Daniel, not… not Harvey," she recoiled in horror.

Teresa glared at Jane; however the consultant just seemed to look even more pleased with himself. Without warning Mrs Wood screamed, burst into tears and crumpled to the floor sobbing desperately.

"Look at what you did!" Lisbon yelled at him over the noise. Jane raised his hands and backed away, "Don't you walk away from this!" she warned pointing a finger at him. He made for the door hastily, "Jane! Don't you dare! No! Don't you dare!"

"Sorry Lisbon!" Jane leapt through the doorway just out of the Agent's reach. She turned and looked down helplessly at the blubbering wreck at her feet.

"I can't believe you did that!" Lisbon yelled at him as they made their way back to their cars.

"Really?" he asked casually reaching for the door handle of his trusty blue Citron.

"Jane," she warned him.

"What? She deserved it... And I certainly don't believe the crying act"

"An act? A woman bursts into tears and you think it's an act... Wonderful"

"She may be upset but it's certainly not because she regrets murdering them. It's merely..." he considered his vast mental dictionary for a moment, "… Frustration" he decided at last.

Jane ducked into his car and started the engine. Lisbon hurried around the car and yanked the passenger door open so quickly it almost came right off in her hand, "Careful," Jane warned looking up at her in surprise.

"Frustration?"

"Yes. Frustration. Women cry when they're frustrated"

"Women cry for other reasons too Jane"

"Like what? What makes you cry Teresa?"

Lisbon stopped suddenly, staring at him. "Tell me. What went through your mind just now?" he asked pointing at her with his all-knowing finger.

"Jane… Nothing went through my mind," she lied in an attempt to shrug him off.

"No. no," Jane insisted, "I saw it, something came to mind... What was it?"

"Jane I..."

"What are you afraid of?" he asked quite bluntly.

Teresa was now already perched in the passenger seat beside him. The door was closed, the windows were up. It was just them. She looked at him for a moment, a sadness emanated from her eyes for a second. A very brief second, but Patrick Jane had seen it, Patrick Jane saw everything. He could see her reservations, he could see her worry, and he could see in those green eyes exactly how much she needed him. He hoped that she would be able to see the same need reflected in his eyes.

"Nothing," she told him firmly. Jane shrugged slightly.

The drive home was another silent one, lost in their own world. Lisbon finally popped the bubble which they were in as she attempted to tune in the ancient radio. Jane grinned as he watched her struggle a while.

"She's temperamental," he said at last.

"It's a she?"

"No, no. I was talking about you," he chuckled. He lent across and pressed the 'on' button casually. Music filled the air around them, "We'll work on it don't worry," he added with a small smile.

"Jane!" she cried suddenly. The car lurched as he slammed his foot on the brake.

"What? What?" he panicked looking around frantically.

"Jane. I left the car!"

"Oh yeah"

"Oh yeah? That's all you can say! You'll have to turn around, Hightower won't be happy" She folded her arms, finalising her order.

"Lisbon. Relax, we'll get it tomorrow. It's not like we won't be seeing that terrible excuse for a woman again. I've got money on that one… You can help me go through the file again. Pizza?"

Lisbon grinned shyly and bit her lip, Jane's idea of pizza was very different to hers.