"Really, guys, none of this is necessary." said Grace Van Pelt, embarrassed at all the fuss being made concerning her first day back at work following the car accident that nearly took her life. She moved deftly on her crutches, right leg in a cast up to her knee. The entire CBI crew lined the hallway to her desk, smiling and applauding her return. It was really quite mortifying. At the end of the gauntlet was her own desk and her own team. Grace's face was red by the time she made it underneath the "Welcome Back Van Pelt" banner hung across the open doorway.

"Are you alright?" Wayne Rigsby was concerned. He pulled out her rolling chair and met her with it at the door.

"I'm fine," Grace said. Rigsby blocked her path with the chair so she reluctantly sat in it and let him push her to her desk. Waiting for her there was a paper plate with her favorite breakfast: a blueberry bagel and cream cheese, courtesy of Patrick Jane, who stood smiling by her desk. "Thank you," said Grace.

"You're welcome," he replied, watching her expectantly. She'd already eaten, but picked up the bagel and took a bite just to please him. He watched her chew and when she was finished, pointed to a cup and saucer also on her desk. "There's tea," he said.

"She likes coffee," came a voice from two desks away. Kimball Cho was working at his computer.

Grace grimaced slightly at the tea and said, "I do like coffee…"

Jane looked crestfallen and Rigsby nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to the break room to fetch Van Pelt a cup of coffee.

"Really," said Grace. "Thanks, but I'm just happy to get back to work…"

"Glad to hear it, Agent Van Pelt," said Teresa Lisbon. "Getting back to work is something we all need to do." She tried to hide her pleasure at seeing her youngest team member behind a tough-boss façade. "Where's Rigsby?"

"Coming, boss," he called from the hallway. Rigsby hurried in with Grace's coffee which he set on the desk next to her tea. Lisbon stared at the clutter on Van Pelt's desk. Van Pelt took the paper plate containing the bagel and put it in her top drawer. Jane picked up the neglected tea to drink himself.

Amused, but not quite willing to show it, Lisbon sat on the edge of Van Pelt's desk to give the morning briefing. She opened the first of three folders she was holding. "We got the forensics report back on our floater. Male Caucasian, early 20's, no obvious signs of trauma. Stomach contents reveal a mix of anti-depressants, Mexican food, alcohol and $6.79 in quarters, dimes and pennies…"

"Cheap date," joked Rigsby.

"…and a three carat diamond engagement ring," finished Lisbon.

"Not so cheap a date," said Jane.

"You want this one?" Lisbon asked Cho.

"Hell yes," he said, standing and taking the file.

"What Mexican restaurant was he last seen in?" asked Rigsby.

"Doesn't matter," Lisbon told him. "You're going to Oregon."

"Why?" Rigsby asked.

"With Jane."

"Why?" Rigsby asked.

Lisbon opened the second file she was holding. Jane walked over and tried to look over her shoulder but she tilted the file so he couldn't see it. "Prisoner return," she said. "Female. Normally I'd send a female officer, but since Van Pelt is immobile and I've got semi-annual reviews due… You're up." She looked at Jane. "You know this one," she said.

"Who is it?" asked Jane.

"Stephanie Donovan."

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