Jane's disoriented as he begins to wake up, not sure where he is, but certain he's not in his prison. He knows it's familiar. Slowly memories return as consciousness takes hold and a smile makes its way across his face, he's in Lisbon's office. He opens his eyes to find the blinds closed and the room in darkness and he realises he's alone. He tests his breathing and his chest feels lighter with no pain. He throws back the cover on top of him and swings his legs around. He sits for a few moments taking in his surroundings, revelling in the knowledge that he's back in the CBI, safe. He remembers he was promised a cup of tea, another smile crosses his face, time to go and have some fun. He crosses the room and opening the door, heads to the bullpen. He's disappointed to find, not just no Lisbon there, but the bullpen is empty. He detours to the kitchen and makes his own tea. He takes a satisfying sip, letting it stay in his mouth for a moment, closes his eyes at the simple pleasure - it's been so long. He makes his way to his beloved couch, he sits down, and knows he's home. He pats the seat next to him fondly.
"I missed you old friend."
Van Pelt entering the bullpen witnesses the exchange.
"We missed you too, Jane."
Jane looks up in surprise and gives a small bow.
"And you too, Grace, it's really good to be back. Where's Lisbon and everyone?"
"Lisbon is at a meeting with Bertram and Tom Needham from Robbery, Cho and Rigsby are re-interviewing David Chambers, who we caught videoing the..."
Van Pelt shows signs of feeling uncomfortable at having to inform Jane that his, hoped for death, was being filmed, she's worried what effect it may have on him. They were under strict orders to be gentle with him. Having lost the chance to tease Lisbon, Jane sees he has a change of victim.
"Videoing what Grace?"
Van Pelt looks down at the folder she's holding.
"Er...er"
"Was he videoing me while I was in the car. He was waiting for me to blow up?"
Jane is visibly showing signs of distress and he starts struggling to breathe. Grace rushes over.
"Jane are you all right?"
She drops her file on the couch and reaches for his cup.
"Here, let me take this before you scold yourself."
"Thanks Grace."
Jane barely gets out the words. Van Pelt places the cup down on her desk and goes back to Jane. He's doubled over trying desperately to breathe. She places a hand on his back and begins to rub it. She's horrified to see him turning blue.
"I'm going to call an ambulance. Lisbon's right, you left the hospital too soon."
As she reaches for the phone, Jane straightens up.
"No need Grace. I'm fine."
Van Pelt looks up at him to see Jane's colour back to normal and a big grin on his face. He clicks and points a finger at her.
"Got you Grace."
"Jane, you scared me, I thought your were dying. After thinking we'd lost you once, possibly twice, that was a mean thing to do."
Grace looks close to tears and Jane's face drops, when he sees how distraught Van Pelt is. He moves towards her and places his hand on her back.
"I'm sorry Grace, I wasn't thinking."
Grace breaks into a huge smile.
"Gotcha Jane."
"Good one."
Jane replies good-naturedly. Boy it's good beiing back! Jane moves to his couch and lifts up a cushion. he searches through the files and finds the one he wants.
"Let's go Grace."
He makes his way towards the interview rooms while reading the file in his hand. He opens the door to the observation area for interview room 219. Grace enters behind him. Jane takes a good look at the man sat opposite, at the table, in the adjoining room. He's dressed in prison garb, as he's been held in custody since the explosion. Jane's observations affirm that he's not any of the men who held him prisoner. He's small and wiry, a man who doesn't abide to cleansing routines on a regular basis and Jane is certain that he has no permanent association with Volker and that he was hired just for the day. The man is refusing to talk and according to the file has not said a word since his arrest. He sits nonchalantly in his chair picking at an imaginary something on the table as Rigsby and Cho try to coax a response. Jane scans the file once more. David Chambers is fifty-three years old and has no fixed address. He's not in the system, so at least, hasn't been caught doing anything illegal before. There is record of a wife in the past and three children. Jane looks up at the man again. He may not have been in trouble with the law before but he certainly knows how it works. Mr. Chambers knows that they have no real evidence on him. Jane voices his thoughts to Grace.
"Everyone takes videos these days with their phones, don't they Grace?"
"Yes."
"It would be a plausible defence for David Chambers to offer, right? We have no other evidence against him that he's involved in what happened to me. He could be just an innocent bystander trying to get some footage for the evening news."
"I guess."
"So, the question is, why isn't he? He's been locked up here for two days, when even a public defender could have gotten him out of here in five minutes."
Grace shrugs.
"Maybe he's just dumb."
Jane taps his finger against his lips and stares into the room.
"Mmmmmm maybe, but, I don't think so."