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"You're an idiot Jane."

She turn to Broadman, pointing at the handcuffs.

"Get these off him and send them out of here"

"I don't have time to waste with that. He's made his choice, he's going to have to live with it."

"Or die with it."

Lisbon adds glaring at Jane. Jane smiles and gives a shrug, causing Lisbon to glare some more.

"Van Pelt at least you can go."

Van Pelt starts to protest, then Broadman intervenes.

"I have to insist Agent. You can't stay here."

Van Pelt looks at Jane and Lisbon, not wanting to leave them, not knowing if she would ever see them again. Jane reaches out and touches her arm.

"We're in capable hands Grace. They saved me once, they will do it again. We'll see you downstairs."

Van Pelt nods, swallowing hard, gives each one a hug and is then escorted to the elevators.

Jane can feel Lisbon's slight trembling in her arm and takes her hand, holding it gently. Lisbon was aware of her body shaking and was unsuccessfully trying to get it under control, or at least hide it. She's surprised when the feel of Jane's fingers entwining hers and the gentle, but firm, pressure on her hand, filled her with warmth and confidence. He whispers in her ear.

"See I knew you needed me."

The handcuffs make it difficult but she manages to elbow Jane in the side of his ribs. It's a soft blow and not worthy of the grimace that Jane fakes, which he quickly turns in to a smile and Lisbon finds she can't help returning. Broadman re-enters her office

"What's the plan?"

"Well Jane we have to find the bomb."

"What about the one in her watch?"

"We can't do anything about that until we've disarmed the larger bomb. I have men searching the building."

Lisbon's heart sinks. It's going to be a harder job than she originally thought. She hadn't considered that the bomb could be somewhere other than on their floor.

"Let us help look. I'm very good at finding things and we know this place and will spot if there's something out of place, or shouldn't be here."

Lisbon chips in.

"He is very good at finding things."

Broadman sees the wisdom of Jane's words and knows that it will do them good to keep occupied. Sitting, waiting, will only stretch, already, fraught nerves. He nods his accent. Jane jumps up, yanking Lisbon's arm with him. He turns towards her in horror.

"Oh Lisbon I'm sorry, I forgot. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, it's still attached to its socket."

Jane rubs her arm.

"Liar. Is this helping?"

"Yes, Thank you Jane, now lets look for that bomb. Where shall we start?"

Lisbon looks around her office.

"Here?"

"No, he's already taken care of you with the device in your watch, so there's no point it being in here if he's after all of us. It won't be anywhere else in the building either. He wants us dead and planting a bomb in another part of the building would lessen the odds. So we should concentrate our search out there."

Jane points to the bullpen. Leaving Lisbon's office they find men searching the air ducts. Jane is certain that it won't be there, too obvious. Volker is much cleverer than that. Jane stands in the middle of the room and slowly turns a full circle taking everything in. Lisbon looks also but can't see anything out of place or that unusual . Jane puts himself in the mind of the bomber. He figures that he came in during the night when the place was empty. He had about half an hour to do the work, between security checks. It's not a lot of time, he would choose somewhere easy to work with, yet kept the bomb out of sight without worry of discovery. He looks around the room again, his finger tapping his lips. His eyes fall on his couch. It would be a good place, certainly hidden, but the he remembers the files placed under the cushions by the team and that there was the risk of him feeling it when he sat down on it. The kitchen is a possibility, but although he drinks a lot of tea, they couldn't guarantee he would be there when it went off and he's certain that he would be the prime target. He scours the room again.

"Aha!"

"You've got something Jane?"

"My desk!"

He starts heading towards it. Lisbon tries to stand her ground. Broadman halts him.

"Stop Jane now! We'll check it out."

Jane, for once, does as he's told, realising that he could have blown them all to bits in his thoughtlessness. Broadman signals for one of his men to check it out. He looks over it carefully and stands up and nods his head. Broadman points to another one of his men.

"Jarvis take Lisbon and Jane in to the office and see what protection you can give them."

Jane holds up his hands, chest height, Lisbon having to go with him.

"No arguments from me. Lead the way."

Lisbon nudges Jane.

"Will you stop moving your hand. Just keep it by your side, or give me warning."

Jane smiles at her.

"Sorry Lisbon I'll try and do better."

Jane stops.

"Oh oh."

"What's wrong."

"I need the bathroom."

"Well you should have thought of that before you handcuffed us together. I'm not going to the bathroom with you. You'll just have to hold it in."

"You're a hard woman Lisbon."

"And don't you forget it."

Soon Jarvis has them crouched down behind Lisbon's couch that he's upturned, with strict instructions not to move.