We're on "Zagel time," reporters are joking.

There's chatter in the courtroom while we wait. Rod and his lawyers are talking and occasionally there's a loud roar of laughter from his packed defense table.

Sketch artists are furiously drawing.

Earlier, Rod got up from his chair, walked over to Patti and pecked her on the cheek.

She's wearing a flowy, white and black blouse and a black skirt. She's sitting in her same spot -- where she was all trial long, in the front row. Her brother is sitting next to her, his arm stretched behind her on a black leather chair.

The door leading from the courtroom to the judge's chamber has been ajar. Someone just shut it hard. And we wait.