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Lisbon Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt interview all the witnesses at the bank. Jane didn't interact with any of them, he was kept well away from everyone and didn't attempt any eye contact. He stood in the center of the room during the robbery with his hands held out to the sides. As they are leaving Van Pelt talks to the head of security once more.

"Boss I requested copies of all the security tapes. They're going send them over as soon as possible."

"Okay you and Rigsby look through them and let me know if you see something. Cho and I are going to talk to Pete. I think it wasn't Jane who sent the text and the Pete story was a ruse, but they had to get his name from somewhere."

"Okay boss"

Lisbon pulls up at the Carnival she spots Pete talking to a guy outside his trailer. It is obvious it isn't a friendly conversation. The guy, who Lisbon would guess is about six-foot one, a thin beard following his jaw line and a closely shaved head, doesn't look part of the carnival, his suit looks expensive. He looks her way and Lisbon can tell he makes them as cops, he ends his conversation and leaves in the opposite direction.

"Everything alright Pete?"

"Agent Lisbon. Patrick isn't with you?"

"That's why I'm here. Jane's in trouble and you may know something about it. This is Agent Cho."

"I haven't seen Patrick for months, he's not one to come visiting."

Pete, Jane's been kidnapped and he's in big trouble."

"Come inside."

Pete opens the door to his trailer and invites them to sit down on the couch.

"Why do you think it has anything to do with me."

"I received a text from Jane at the weekend, saying he would be gone for a few days as you needed his help. This morning a bank was robbed in Sacramento and the robbers used Jane as a human bomb threat."

"As I said I haven't see Jane for months."

"Have you guys talked at all?"

"No."

"Do you know anyone with a tattoo on their hand, below their thumb, a bird, possibly a small eagle?"

Pete shakes his head.

"No I don't, no-one like that around here."

"Pete, Jane's in real trouble here, are you sure? They had to get your name from somewhere."

"I would tell you if I knew someone, Patrick's like family."

Lisbon and Cho stand up.

"Okay but get in touch if you see someone like that around, or know anything at all that might help."

Lisbon and Cho head towards the car.

"So this is where Jane grew up."

"Yea"

"Must have made for an interesting childhood."

"Yea, I don't think it was an easy life for him."

" Like family huh. I don't think we can believe a word that man says."

"No, but he does care for Jane."

Lisbon's phone rings, she answers as she's getting into the car, Cho starts the engine and Lisbon hangs up.

"That was Grace they've found something."

"What do you have Grace?"

"It's from a camera on the street outside the bank, after it the robbery. The robbers are all hyped up because of their success and they're not watching Jane as closely as they were. Look the guy with Jane is busy celebrating."

Lisbon nods.

"I don't see anything Grace, except Jane touching his head. What do we get from that."

"He's not just touching his head. I have a cousin who's deaf and she used to do that all the time teasing her dad. It's sign language for bald."

"So one of his captors is bald."

"That's my guess."

"Great job. Now see if you can find a connection between a bald man and an bird tattoo."

Jane has visitors and he has a sinking feeling he's off on another trip. He stubbornly stays laid down on the floor as one of them open up the cell door.

"Stand up or we'll beat you."

Having no reason to doubt their word and knowing nothing will be gained, except pain, Jane slowly gets on his feet. Hands grab him and finish the job. They pull his arms painfully behind him as they attach handcuffs.

"Ow, there's no need for that."

They put a blindfold over his eyes and grabbing him by the arm, they pull him out of his cell and through the doorway. He stumbles up the flight of stairs, hears a door opening which he knows leads to where the vehicle is kept. They push him into the vehicle and down on to the floor. The only voices he hears are coming from the front and although he strains to listen they are too faint. He attempts conversation once more.

"How's the weather?...I can tell it's dry out, no sound of rain on the roof...I forgot my jacket, is it warm enough for me to go without it?

Something cold's placed against his temple, he recognises it as a gun.

"Okay I'll be quiet, though can I just point out, there's nothing lost in asking nicely, I'm a reasonable fellow."

The pressure increases and Jane's decides he's pushed his luck. He doubts they will kill him yet, but they would hurt him.

He feels the car slow down and then the engine switches off.

"On your knees."

Jane's stomach sinks, the command is familiar. He obeys and someone removes his handcuffs

"Raise your arms high."

Jane does as he's told and he feels the weight against his stomach and straps being fastened around his waist.

"Same instructions as last time. Keep your arms out wide, no eye contact with anyone, we will set it off if you disobey. Understand?"

Jane nods

"This seems so melodramatic, why do you need a human bomb, surely your guns are enough and why me?"

Jane knows he's pushing his luck but figures they won't do violence while he's wearing the bomb. As usual he's ignored.

"Let's go."

His blindfold is removed and he's pushed out the van.