It was like any other day in the CBI building. Rigsby was scavenging for food in the kitchen, Van Pelt was playing on her laptop, Cho was reading a book, Lisbon was in her office trying to finish some of her ever growing pile of paper work and Jane was lying on his infamous couch. No one had noticed the short blonde girl enter the room.
"Jane! Get your pain in the arse butt in here now!"
"It's you." the blonde said with wide blue eyes, directing the comment at Jane.
"It's me who?" asked Jane.
"You're Jane? Are you not? Patrick Jane?
"Jane! I said get in here!" Lisbon had shouted again.
"Ah.. the one and only. And who would you be?" he asked sceptically.
The girl took a breath, exhaling slowly, as if trying to calm herself down.
"My name is Greer Thomson. My mother is Tracy Thomson. I am seventeen years old.. and I am your daughter."