Jane held a Styrofoam bowl of sopu he had picked up at a deli around the corner. With a slight grin he went up to Lisbon's apartment door and knocked, "Lisbon?" He knocked again, "Lisbon it's Jane." He didn't hear anything, not even any movement. He placed the soup on the ground and took a wire out of his pocket; he picked the lock, and let himself in.

"Lisbon?" Still no response. He set the soup down on a coffee table covered in papers. He made his way through the apartment and searched each individual room; Lisbon wasn't there. Lisbon wasn't ill. He took out his phone and called Cho.

After the first visitor had left Smith had proceeded to reopen the door and stare down at Lisbon. She glared back up at him, showing no signs of fear. He bent down,

"I'm going to remove your gag, make a sound unless told, I'll shoot." He ripped the tape off her mouth and removed the cloth. She felt a great relief being able to breathe through her mouth again. Smith kept talking, "So… being a federal agent… must be a tough job, huh?" She didn't respond, so he continued "I mean… you put away so many criminals… yes. Yes you have. And if I'm not mistaken the CBI deals with high profile cases, which means you get involved when some rich-ass guy gets killed…" he thought about what he had just said aloud to himself. Lisbon did not like where this was going. He smiled "Thanks for your help agent Lisbon." He forced the gag back in her mouth and re-taped her mouth before shutting the door again.

Jane rushed back to CBI, and the minute he saw Cho, Cho immediately said "Did you break into her apartment?"

"You and I both know it's for a good cause. Cho, she's missing."

Cho didn't respond. He knew in his gut Jane was right, he just didn't want to believe it. "I honestly don't know what to do."

"Well, we find her obviously."

"Well, no shit Sherlock, but where the hell do we start?"

"With what she was doing last. Who was the last suspect she talked to and when did she talk to them?"

"Rigsby and Van Pelt know. They spoke to her last night."

"Rigsby!" Jane yelled.

"Really? Really? -you couldn't just go get them?"

"Sorry… I'm thinking." Rigsby came in with Van Pelt,

"What's going on? I was in with a suspect-"

"Lisbon's missing." Jane cut him off.

"Oh my god…" Grace gasped.

"What?" said Rigsby. Cho nodded to confirm.

"Rigsby," Jane started, "You were the last one to talk to her."

"I spoke to her last night. Rigsby spoke to her today." Van Pelt said.

"Last night? What about?"

"Whether or not she had interviewed a suspect on her list."

"Which suspect?"

"Uh, a um… Lloyd Smith but she told Rigsby today she had taken care of it."

Jane ignored her last comment, "Do you have an address for Lloyd Smith?" Van Pelt nodded, and Jane took that as a signal. He started towards the door, "Let's go!"

The hotel door was wide open. Rigsby, Cho, and Van Pelt all had their weapons drawn as they slowly made their way into the room. They cleared out the main room and the bathroom, then opened the closet. On the floor laid Lisbon's gun and badge, along with the remains of what appeared to be gag and bindings.