Long time no see. I imagine some will need to back read to recall this story; no problem. I read it again myself and noticed a few contradictions, mostly confined to one chapter that was probably written in a hurry; but anyway, it should make more sense. Enjoy, and have a good christmas!

Lisbon heard a wooden 'clunk' beside her head. She stirred slowly, her eyes blurred into focus on the hot cup of coffee stood on her bedside table. The smell made her smile; rolling over she was greeted by Patrick Jane; already half-dressed he grinned that handsome grin at her. Her body rose against his as he pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

"Morning" He traced a finger down her cheek before sitting back and grabbing his own hot cup of tea.

"I could get used to this," Teresa murmured propping herself up. Jane offered his arm out, which she accepted, snuggling up close to him.

"Oh I wouldn't get too used it," he advised fondly planting another kiss on her forehead. Teresa breathed in deeply the scent of his shirt; he always smelt good. With Patrick she felt completely safe; she gripped him more tightly to her. It was as though she'd been waking up to Patrick Jane every day of her life. Teresa couldn't remember what it was like to wake up alone; and she of all people should have been able to recall that feeling, "You alright?"

"Yeah," she murmured into the soft folds of his shirt.

"So what have we got?"

Jane flipped the case file around on the kitchen counter so that Lisbon could read it.

"Murdered twins; and the Woods are looking pretty good for it," Jane stretched a hand towards the pile of toast between them. Teresa forced a buttery slice into his mouth, "Thank you," he muffled, biting down as he turned a page the file.

"So, Harvey wants his own Health Club, gets his brother to cover his shift at work so that he can seal a deal. As a result Daniel gets killed. Years later someone cottons on to the switch and goes after Harvey," she narrated at him cupping her hands around the hot mug of coffee in front of her, "But why? I mean, the Health Club is already up and running. It's too late surely"

"Yes my dear Lisbon but it's shared. You know what that means" Jane flipped the file shut. Teresa urged him to continue with her eyes, "Oh come on Lisbon. Isn't it obvious? Harvey's share in the company; it's worth millions. If he dies everything goes to – "

"The wife. Wait. You said that she didn't kill Daniel Kent"

"Daniel died 20 years ago. She killed Harvey. Keep up Lisbon"

"Then who killed Daniel? And who is our first victim?"

"Good question" Jane bit down on a second slice of toast.

They arrived at CBI headquarters at different times as planned. Though from the sly looks and smirks she was receiving from Van Pelt; Lisbon decided that the separate arrivals were probably unnecessary. She addressed her team with her usual business like tone.

"Okay, twenty years ago Daniel Kent was murdered," she pinned the photocopied driving licence to the board, "A few days ago, Harvey Kent was also murdered," Again she pinned a photo to the board.

"Twins," Van Pelt declared holding her hands up. To all around, she was merely stating the obvious.

"Wrong" Jane's absence from the start of the briefing had seemingly gone unnoticed. He pinned a third photo to the board. It was the first victim they had found, "Triplets" He grinned drawing his finger across all three pictures.

"This is ridiculous – "

"No Lisbon. This is murder. A one of a kind; well, three of a kind if you want to be picky. But who's being picky? Now we know that two brothers were killed by the same person; removal of eyes, ears, tongue – "

Lisbon pointed repeatedly at Jane as she thought out loud cutting the consultant off completely, "You said that Mrs Wood killed Harvey Kent to keep the share of the business within the Wood family. You're saying she killed this other brother too?"

"Oh, his name is Charlie and; maybe"

"Who drowned Daniel twenty years ago then?" Cho folded his arms, so far unimpressed and far from convinced.

Rigsby scratched his head; he oozed confusion as he looked to Van Pelt to give him the mental boost to overcome this crisscross of murders. Catching his eye the red head gave a small smile before turning her attention to Jane, "Charlie was married?" Eyeing the wedding ring visible on the picture of Charlie Kent, she was no longer sure as to whether her sentence was a statement or a question. Jane pointed a finger at her merrily.

"Yes"

"Does his wife know?"

"We'll be paying her a visit today," Lisbon assured her. The lead agent's hands pushed her jacket back, settling on her hips and displaying her authority in all its shiny glory.

"Let's do it now" Jane clasped his hands together behind him beaming and rocking on the balls of his feet.

They stood at Charlie Kent's front door. Hidden under her dark hair, the vein in Lisbon's temple pulsed with annoyance. Her patience thoroughly saturated. Beside her Jane beamed happily to himself casually pressing the doorbell.

"You know Jane. You should have told me this before we got here!" she hit him repeatedly with the case file on each syllable.

"Nonsense" he told her calmly, "It wouldn't have the slightest bit of difference" Impatient as Patrick Jane was he knocked a few times on the impressively big wooden door.

"Jane it makes all the difference!"

The door swung inwards quite abruptly. A tall slender brunette greeted them, "Can I help you?"

"Ah yes – " Patrick began.

"We're from the CBI – "

" – Did you kill Harvey Kent?"

"Jane!"

The woman stared. Completely; and utterly, horrified.

"How about Charlie Kent?" Jane held up the case photographs of both men; mutilated and broken, "See I, I just can't tell the difference. How about you?"

"Mrs Kent, you don't have to answer these questions. This is not the reason we're here. Jane" Lisbon frowned at the consultant. His eyes never wavered from Mrs Kent's face. He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

"Saw too much. Heard too much. Said too much. I personally can understand why they had to go" Jane shrugged sliding the photos back into his jacket pocket.

"Jane. Get in the car"

"I couldn't tell the difference," her voice was shakey. A lone tear slid through the delicate makeup she wore. It was Lisbon's turn to look horrified.

"What?"

"They thought they were so clever. Always switching places on us. Playing us. Having the best of both" Mrs Kent shook out a paper tissue and dabbed the tears that were forming in her eyes, "It was only a matter of time before they made a mistake" Her eyes hovered on Jane's wedding ring a second too long.

"You picked Daniel up from the Village," he said quietly.

"I was supposed to be picking up my husband. Instead it was Daniel" She held up her wedding finger, rotated it in the air, "The devil is in the detail Mr Jane"

Lisbon has been unaware that she'd been holding her breath. A knot had formed in her stomach, had Jane got the whole motive wrong? Wait.

"Mrs Kent. For my colleague's benefit what's your maiden name?" Jane held his hands behind his back, he twisted his ring slowly between finger and thumb.

"Wood"

Lisbon's heart stopped. Damn him, "So Daniel Kent's wife is your sister?" She blurted out loud.

"When I found out that they'd switched places I was furious. They'd been switching. And spying; and – " she paused, "Enjoying themselves! At our expense. At our families expense. Without our investment their business was worth nothing. Daniel knew that, he was going to take the money from the leisure village and set up an establishment in the Kent name only"

"You couldn't believe your luck when Daniel got into your car that night"

"He wasn't going to ruin our name and our fortune"

"So you killed him"

"I killed him. Then I called my sister. I asked if Daniel was with her, she said yes. I had her check his wedding ring"

"She was mad" Lisbon took the lead from Jane.

"Furious"

"You know. Daniel; wasn't Daniel at all"

Mrs Wood stopped. Her head turned directly to the consultant, "Excuse me?"

"Daniel Kent was murdered twenty years ago; he was mistaken for Harvey Kent. They'd switched places. You killed Harvey Kent"

"Does it matter?"

"Three men have lost their lives. So yes; it matters"

"Switching places was always going to get them into trouble. Do you mind?" She produced a packet of cigarettes and tapped one out into her hand. Pulling the front door closed behind her she joined them off the step; she struggled a few times to light the cigarette in her mouth. She inhaled deeply at last then breathed out a long steady stream of smoke, "So Daniel was the one who died all those years ago. How sad; he wasn't mischievous like the other two. They deserved what they got"

"What was Mrs Wood's part in all this?" Lisbon asked side stepping the cloud of smoke heading towards her.

"She confronted Charlie; sent him packing. I agreed to pick him up, he'd already started walking. I found him by the roadside," her eyes slid over the well groomed Patrick Jane, over his perfectly ironed suit, his small blonde curls, "How could I resist?" Her tone was suddenly seductive as she soaked up the consultant. He merely smiled back with his all knowing smile.

Lisbon hesitated a moment before beginning her oh too well rehearsed, 'You're under arrest…'

Her words became muffled in Jane's ears as he stepped back and turned. The walk to the car ran in slow motion; every step seemed to ripple through him. There was no satisfaction in bringing about the confession. The cold case of Daniel Kent made his head spin; Patrick Jane was only truely satisfied when he'd manage to completely wrap up a case. He had no access to evidence, the murder scene had probably been demolished in the wake of the new establishments the Kent-Wood's had created. He suspected a parent, unfortunately only one remained on file, and even then. Senile old Daniel's father wasn't likely to have murdered one of his sons, especially if that son was to be gaining a huge fortune in setting up such a high end business. Jane sighed and let his head fall back against the headrest - 'We'll never know' He supposed under his breath.

Mrs Kent's continual sobbing during the car ride back to CBI deprived Jane of the silence he craved. He stared, unseeing out of the window, ignoring the wondrous landscapes. Jane played once again with his wedding ring; his mind working overtime. This case was closed; but Jane feared now that a whole different can of worms was about to be opened. The expression that Hightower had given him across the offices; it played on his mind now - And that scared him.