The characters of Cho, Lisbon and Van Pelt are non-binding.'You're really letting our killer go?' The half-asleep voice floated from the corner of the room. And the room turned to face the direction the voice had come from, finding a man lying on an old worn leather couch. He looked quite asleep, arms folded over a chest that was hardly moving, eyes closed, body relaxed. But he wasn't, he never really was.
'She couldn't have done it Jane, several people witnessed her downstairs moments before our victim was killed. She couldn't have made it upstairs from the room she was in killed the victim, and then come back down in the amount of time she had.' Came the ever level headed voice of Teresa Lisbon, even though underneath the tone was the "you think you're so smart but I've checked my facts" tone Jane had become so used too. 'It's impossible.'
The once calm and emotionless face curled into a smile as those inquisitive green eyes opened. 'Not impossible.' He said pulling himself up into a sitting position to face the rest of the crew. 'How old was her house? Quite old right? Though, its funny, almost like it didn't belong, like it'd once been somewhere else right? Certainly not California. Not modern enough.'
'No, the family had it moved here. From Louisiana.' Grace chimed in, remembering a fact one of the house guests had told her while interviewing them.
'Right.' Said Jane pushing himself off the couch, stretching his arms to the sky with a overplayed yawn. 'So, who here is good at history? What was going on in the time the house was obviously built?'
'The Civil War.' The ever informative Cho responded and Jane pointed towards him, a knowing smile on his face.
'Did you check the closets?' As all the pieces came together Lisbon's heart sank. They hadn't, and if there was a secret passage way like Jane was suggesting, which houses of that time and area often had, then it was completely possible that she could have gone upstairs and come back in time without a single person noticing her. She pulled out her cellphone, pushing a few buttons until she found the name she wanted as she turned to Cho.
'Rigsby? It's Lisbon, we need to get back to the Dechaune place and check for a secret passage. Cho and I will meet you there in twenty minutes, wait outside and stop the wife from entering if she's there before us.' The look on her face was priceless as she stared Jane down, it wasn't impossible. How was he always so right? Jane simply smiled back shoving his hands in his pockets as he lazily made his way towards the break room and Lisbon gathered all she needed to from her desk to head off towards the suspects house hearing Jane's voice as she made her way towards the elevator.
'Remember Lisbon! Nothing is truly impossible!'