A/N: the math of counting up suspects is killing me, I really want it to be precise! IF YOU NOTICED I DID IT WRONG, please let me know so I may fix it [:

"So did she talk to him?" Van Pelt asked.

"Better yet, why isn't she here?" Jane asked from the couch.

"Yeah, she says he's not worth looking into. Also, she's not coming in today. We have to pick up where she left off."

"Lisbon? Skipping?" Jane exclaimed from.

"She's not skipping." Rigsby defended, "She's not feeling well. Stomach flu."

"So… who's in charge?" Van Pelt asked.

"Ooh…!" Jane said raising a hand and rising to a sitting position.

"Uhh… no." Cho cut in. "I did it once before, I'll do it once again. That cool with everyone?"

"Sure." Van Pelt said.

"Do I get no say in this?" Jane protested.

"No!" said Rigsby, "The minute we let you in charge, is when the CBI burns down!"

Jane looked surprised "You honestly think I would let something like that happen?"

"Honestly I couldn't say." Van Pelt replied. Everyone laughed.

It took Lisbon a while to gather her thoughts. She assessed the situation from both point of views; her's and Smith's. She was in a closet, alone, bound quite well and gagged. He had the weapons, the upper advantage, and apparently he had a good number of clientele who were undoubtedly unstable. If she made any noise… both of them had the upper hand at a reaction. She couldn't think of a single scenario of an escape attempt in which she would get out alive. Then she heard the motel door open…

With Lisbon out, the team created a system; Cho and Jane would stay at CBI and interview the suspects as they came. Rigsby and Van Pelt would finish up visitng the remaining twelve suspects. While Cho and Jane were waiting in the interrogation room, Cho noticed Jane was acting weird… was weirder then he normally acted.

"What's up with you?"

"What, me? Nothing."

"Liar."

"Really? Your going to me the liar?"

Cho responded with a stare down. "What is it man?"

Jane sighed, "Lisbon." he said, "It's just not like her."

"People get sick. Stuff happens."

"Yes. Yes it does." Jane stood up and opened the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to bring her some soup."

Lisbon felt her heart stop beating. She breathed in and out as slowly as she while she waited for the guest to start talking. Lloyd started out the conversation,

"Hello my good sir. I'm glad you could make it."

"Yeah, me too." the otherman's voice was deep and although she hated to admit it, she found it intimidating.

"You have my money?"

She heard some rustling and then a soft thud. "Right there." replied the other man. Lisbon heard some footsteps and the rustling of some paper. She peered through the blinds and saw the unknown man walking over towards the bed. Then she saw him go for the gun in his back pocket, and he pointed it at Smith "What the hell is going on?"

Smith chuckled and raised his arms "What are ya talking 'bout?"

"This!" Lisbon saw the stranger holding up her CBI badge. "What the hell is this?" Smith just full on laughed, the stranger seemed more nerved "What the hellis so funny?"

"Man are you going to get a kick out of this." Smith made his way over to the closet door and blocked what little Lisbon could see. Then suddenly, he threw the door open causing her to turn away from the sudden bright light protruding from the windows. When she turned back around she found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.

"Who the hell is she?"

"Her? She's some cop."

"What the hell man?" he lowered the gun "They'll be looking for her! I'm getting the hell-"

"Relax. No one is looking for her." and with that just as suddenly as he had opened the door, he closed it again.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Trust me."

They finished their transaction in about another seven minutes. Before the unknown man left though he said "What are you gonna do with her?"

"I don't know. I'm not going let her get in my way of business though."

"You know… you could add to your business because of her."

"A lot of people are angry with her type. I think I could find you some names of people who'd be willing to pay to see the enemy punished for once."

Smith paused, then turned towards the closet, and even though the door was closed he locked eye contact with her, making her feel even more scared if that was at all possible. "I might just take you up on that offer…"