Lisbon unlocks her door looking forward to a night vegetating on the couch with a dvd and not thinking about the horrific day . The murder had been grizzly and she had listen to Bertram's derision after Jane caused mayhem at the victim's place of work. Peace and quite was her heaven right now.

A noise from the kitchen brings her gun swiftly in to her hand. She moves quietly, heart pounding, breathing heavy. As she prepares to kick the door hard a familiar voice sounds in her ears.



"Burnt my fingers, your pilot light's not working. Take out?"