A/N: I'm sorry this took longer than a week. I actually had it done on Saturday, but was staying at a resort in St. George, Utah, for a family reunion and they didn't have free wifi. I know shocking. I've never heard of a hotel without free wifi. On principle, I refused to pay the ridiculous amount of money for wifi to those money grubbers and hence the chapter is late. Sorry!

Chapter 3

"I feel like I work for The Men in Black," Cho said pulling at the sleeves of his brand new black suit.

Jane chuckled. "Well, you sort of do. Only the aliens you worked with aren't from outer space." He tilted his head, "Although, I suppose the aliens from outer space could be considered illegal…"

"How the hell did I get talked into this," Cho asked Jane as he moved the wheel chair he'd gotten for him inside the majestic Princeton Hotel to the door of the limo Jane was getting out of.

"Come on," Jane said as he moved into the wheelchair with a grunt, "when was the last time you stayed in a five star hotel, in the nation's capitol, and on the FBI nonetheless?"

Cho pushed Jane, in his brand new dark gray suit with matching vest, toward the reception desk. "Never, and who says I ever wanted to?"

Jane had to admit, even if not to Cho, that he did have a point. The hotel was above and beyond opulent with marble floors, walls and ceilings and a fountain in the lobby. There were several red and green, horribly uncomfortable looking couches and even statues. It did not scream comfort to him. However, the website did boast suites with all the amenities, garden paths and a large pool area, even card keys for the elevators. Jane wasn't sure how long they'd have to be here, but he hoped a week would be enough.

"Leave the sunglasses on," Jane whispered to Cho before they stopped.

Cho's jaw tightened, but he lowered his hand sans glasses and crossed his arms. Jane pushed himself into a standing position and leaned against the counter, carefully resting his weight on his good foot. The receptionist had his back to him and Jane made sure to plaster on his best business face before he turned.

"Good afternoon, sir." The receptionist wore a badge proclaiming his name Josh. "How are you today?"

"Very well, Josh," Jane said. "I have a reservation under Patrick Stewart."

Josh pulled him up on his computer. "Yes, here you are. It looks like you will be staying in the Presidential Suite?" Josh visibly perked up. It was no surprise to Jane based on the amount a night the FBI would be dishing out for this room.

Jane nodded. "It has two rooms? My bodyguard here, Kimball," Jane nodded over his shoulder, "is very territorial about his space."

Josh smiled at that, then looked at Cho and immediately stopped smiling. Jane repressed a chuckle before the young man looked back at him uncertainly. "Yes, sir. It looks like we have you booked for the week?"

"For now," Jane said feigning boredom as he looked down at his watch. "I read on your website that you have card keys for the elevators?"

Josh grabbed two card keys and handed them to him. "Yes, sir. They are the same as your room key and will ensure your total privacy."

"Excellent." Jane shoved one in his pocket and handed the other back to Cho, not even bothering to look at him. "However, I am expecting several business associates over the week and Kimball is expecting his, uh…sisters."

"Certainly, not a problem," Josh rushed to assure him. "We'll just need their names and they can get guest card keys when they come in."

"Well, that's the thing," Jane leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "my guests need to have absolute anonymity, all of them, but Kimball's sisters more so. Do you catch my meaning?" Jane heard Cho clear his throat as he slipped five hundred dollars over the counter to Josh. "It's important for my business, you understand?"

Josh pocketed the money. "Yes sir, if you'll simply call down to the front desk when you're expecting them with a description of their appearances I'll scan them up for you."

Jane slapped the counter. "What a man."

The hotel had extensive security—security cameras, guards, alarms more than any normal hotel would have, and they simply passed it off as protection for their VIP guests. Jane had another theory. Wiley had successfully hacked into their security cameras and Jane and Cho had packed extra luggage to carry all the computer screens they were planning on setting up in the room.

Neither he nor Cho spoke as they made their way to the room and while Jane would have liked to have said it was because neither of them wanted to risk being overheard, the real reason was because Cho was mad. As soon as Jane was safely wheeled into the room, and the bell boy who had followed behind with a trolley carrying their seven large suitcases into the room before departing with a large tip from Jane, Cho turned on Jane.

"Why'd you say that Lisbon and Fischer were prostitutes?"

"Actually, I said they were your sisters," Jane corrected him.

Cho took his glasses off and placed his hands on his hips.

"Okay, I was implying they were 'call girls'," Jane tried to placate. "That's much classier, don't you think?"

"Lisbon's going to kill you. Fischer's going to help and I'm not going to stop them," Cho said moving around the large living space of the suite. Jane gave the room a cursory glance himself. It was much more comfortable than the lobby had suggested it would be. There was a hall that lead to the common area, which would come in handy for privacy in case someone ordered room service. The common room had two large cream colored couches over a decorative rug and both couches looked very comfortable. It had a full bar, a large T.V. and a huge arrangement of purple and white flowers sat in the middle of the room. A large balcony with a fire place sat off the common room and two bedrooms bordered either side as well. It was bigger than the bullpen back in Austen.

"I'm testing a hunch. That's part of it," Jane explained. "Besides, we have to explain their presence on a frequent basis and this works better for the overall plan. They'll forgive me."

Cho stopped his scrutiny of the suite and looked at Jane again. "Which is what? What's the plan, Jane? What are we doing here?"

"Right now, I imagine that you'll be setting up the screens for our viewing pleasure," Jane said wheeling himself to where he could better see Cho's face. Cho's jaw clenched. "I'll take that as a yes, in which case I will be taking a nap in my very large, very expensive room." He turned his chair and wheeled himself toward the room that appeared the largest. "And I will complain if my sheets aren't satin."

"The clothes you told them to buy don't scream prostitute," Cho informed Jane.

"No," Jane said wheeling his chair around to look at Cho once more, "but they do scream 'call girl.' Wake me when the cameras are up."

Jane found that he was much more exhausted than he had expected he would be and fell asleep on cotton sheets that were so high in thread count he decided to let it slide that they weren't satin. He wasn't sure how long he slept, but woke when he felt the bed give under the weight of another body. He opened his eyes just in time to see Lisbon and smile as she lowered her lips to his. She gave him a quick, but perfectly sweet kiss before pulling only far enough away to make eye contact.

"How's your ankle?" she whispered.

"It hurts a little," he told her honestly.

"And your stomach?"

"Empty as I suspect Kevin's head is."

She kissed him again. "And your love life?"

"At the moment?" He raised his brows at her and she mimicked him. "Looking hopeful."

She smiled. "Anything else bothering you?"

He smirked, then nodded. "Who are you?"

"Let's see if I can help you remember." She kissed his right cheek. "Teresa." She kissed his left cheek. "Freeman?" That was the last name he'd given her "character." She kissed him full on the lips, and leaned into him. He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her back to hold her close to him. He was about to roll and bring her under him when she pulled away, much to his disappointment, and made eye contact with a mischievous grin. "Call girl, extraordinaire."

He felt his eyes widen.

She pulled away and moved off the bed.

"So, Cho ratted me out, huh?" It wasn't until she was a few feet from him that he noticed her apparel. She had obviously taken his advice to heart and looked just how he hoped she would. He went up on an elbow to better take her in. She was wearing a white, fitted business skirt that stopped just above her knees, with a thin, black belt. She wore black wedge high heels, and a dark purple, silky button down blouse that was unbuttoned just far enough that you could see the top of her black, lace bra, but still buttoned high enough that you might just think she missed a button.

Her hair was curled in waves just like a movie star from the fifties and she wore a pearl necklace and earrings. And to top it off—red lipstick. He smiled at the thought that those luscious red lips had just been pressed against his, and shivered when he realized that he probably had red lipstick on his lips and cheeks now. He found it incredibly sexy that she had marked him.

She saw his appraisal and slowly turned for him. "Do I look the part?"

He swallowed. "Holy hell."

She laughed. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed in the process, and reached for her. He pulled her between his legs and looked up at her. "I don't think I can let you leave this room," he told her.

She shook her head. "Now don't get any crazy ideas. Nothing is going to happen between us with Cho in the other room."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting their weight on her hips. "That's not what I meant. I can't have you walking through the lobby like this. Someone might see you."

She furrowed her brow, smirk still in place. "Wasn't that the point?"

"It was. Not anymore! What if someone propositions you?" His brilliant plan was becoming less and less brilliant the more he thought about it.

"I'm not actually a call girl, Jane…" She wrapped her arms lightly around his neck.

"Patrick," he corrected her. That was a habit that he realized would take time to break her of, which he didn't mind seeing as they now had all the time in the world.

"Patrick," she conceded. "If someone says something, I'll tell them I'm not taking any more clients."

Jane felt his heart pounding in his chest. "No. Tell them you're exclusive."

She pushed some curls off his forehead. "Teresa Lisbon FBI may be exclusive," she said and he stopped breathing, "but Teresa Freeman, call girl? Definitely not."

"And here Cho thought you were going to kill me," he told her, not liking one bit that she seemed to be enjoying Teresa Freeman. She hadn't even scolded him. She pulled away and he narrowed his eyes at her. She was playing with him.

"Speaking of Cho," she said going to his wheel chair and pushing it around. "He has the surveillance set up."

She stopped the wheel chair in front of him then reached for his hands, helping him to stand.

"I'd rather do my own surveillance in here with you," he told her.

She gasped and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. "Patrick Stewart! I never."

"You think you're so funny," he said as he sat in the wheel chair.

She nodded. "Yes, I do."

He opened his mouth to continue protesting, but his stomach growled beating him to the punch.

She leaned down and pecked him on the lips. "I ordered room service too."

"You did?" he asked surprised by the sweet gesture. "What did you order?"

"Sandwiches. I think the kitchen is more accustomed to steak and fish orders, but I thought you'd prefer a sandwich."

"Thank you," he said in a slightly high voice. "I missed you."

She smiled. "We've only been a part for a few hours."

"It's not the same. We've had every night since the plane alone until now," he said.

"That's sweet."

He grabbed her hand and put it up to his cheek, nuzzling her palm. "I have a lot of lost time to make up for."

Lisbon bit back a smile and rounded his chair to the back, then pushed him out of the room.

The flowers that had been sitting in the middle of the coffee table between the two couches in the common room, had been removed and placed off to the side on the floor and were replaced by eight screens. Each screen was cut into six individual screens giving them two different angles of each of the six floors, and several other shots of the lobby, bar, pool, gardens, all the exits and the kitchen. He had hoped that they'd be able to have one person on the screens at all times, but he was starting to think that during the day they'd need at least two people.

That complicated things somewhat.

After they finished eating, Jane, Cho, and Lisbon sat on the couch and watched the screens. Jane was inordinately pleased when, despite Cho's presence, Lisbon leaned against him and stuck her arm through one of his. It hadn't even bothered Jane when Cho had made a strange gurgled noise in his throat. He was sure he'd get used to them eventually. He didn't really think that Lisbon would do something so demonstrative in front of anyone else on the team, so Cho would get lots of practice watching them be a couple.

"How much more difficult is it to read people on screen than real life?" Cho said after a few minutes of watching people walking in, out and around the hotel.

Jane smiled and looked over the top of Lisbon's head that was resting on his shoulder and at Cho who was reclining against the back of the couch. "It's really not that different. Perhaps I can't see their faces as well, but I can read their body language just fine."

Lisbon lifted her head and made eye contact. "All right then, go ahead."

Jane repressed a smirk. "Go ahead and what?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "Read the body language of the guests."

"And if I do, what do I get?" he asked, voice laced with innuendo.

"Well, I was thinking…" Lisbon started.

"Right here, guys," Cho cut in. "I'm still right here."

Jane had to suppress a laugh. He knew that Cho was still trying to figure them out and they were not helping him by any means. He and Lisbon had always had a quick banter with one another and now that they were dating that banter had turned into flirtation of the highest degree and that's what Cho was struggling with. Jane thought Cho secretly would prefer to just walk in on them making out, thinking that somehow that'd be less threatening and or awkward than their words. Jane hoped to prove him wrong on that count someday.

He looked at the screens and started pointing. "The couple about to get on the elevator are newlyweds, the young lady at the swimming pool with all the men around her is a dancer and would need to be to dance around all those suitors, the woman in the elevator has a small dog stashed in her purse, the pianist in the bar has this job for now to pay bills until he is able to write music people will buy, and the woman in the booth is currently trying to drown her hearts loneliness with red wine."

Cho scooted forward on the couch and looked at the monitors, trying to see what Jane had just laid out, but Lisbon wasn't so easily convinced.

She scrunched her brow. "Oh please…"

"You doubt me?" Jane asked faking a hurt expression. He pointed to the couple who had been waiting at the elevator, as they now stepped off the elevator and onto their floor followed by a bell boy. When they reached their room the young man opened the door and then proceed to lift the young woman and carry her over the threshold.

Jane chuckled. "I doubt we'll be seeing them again anytime soon."

"How'd you know?" Cho asked.

"The bride kept looking at her ring finger," Jane explained, then looked at Lisbon with apparent desire, "and she would blush every time her husband would look at her."

Lisbon smiled and shook her head. "Okay, so you guessed one right, big deal."

Jane scrunched his brow in earnest now. "After all these years, and you're still doubting me? Well, rest assured, we have several hours ahead for my theories to pan out."

Lisbon smiled and leaned into Jane before planting a soft quick kiss on his lips. "Good, this'll be fun."

"Jane, look," Cho said as he pointed to one of the monitors.

Both he and Lisbon looked where he was pointing and saw Jacob Brown enter the hotel, followed by a Senator that Jane recognized from some barely covered up scandal in Philadelphia, another man Jane had seen in one of the photographs in the file on the case, two other men that he didn't recognize and three women, each dressed very similarly to how he'd told Lisbon she should dress.

"And it starts," Jane announced with a large grin.

A/N: So now you see how Rear Window is set up, next chapter will bring on some action. Thanks for reading. Reviews are always appreciated!