Authors note: Hello! Welcome to the first chapter of this story. This'll be the first Mentalist fanfiction i've ever written. So I hope you'll like it. I'm apologizing for my bad English. I'm Dutch and still trying to learn new English words. It's a challenge to write a story about The Mentalist. Soo I'll just stop talking right now and start with the story. Enjoy! Oh yeah, I don't own any of the characters of the show. I'm just obsessed with them.

Chapter one: Tea and Blue Raspberry Muffins

Jane was as always laying on his brown, leather,soft but cold sofa, which was standing in the always busy CBI office in Sacramento. Various agents walked past him, busy to work on an exciting or boring case. A small male agent walked past him. He had dark brown, curly hair which was cut in a neat modern model. His hair wasn't too long, but also not too short. He had puppy brown eyes and a had just shaved his beard this morning. The man stopped in the middle of the room, looking slightly bored. He sighed and looked impatient at the pile of files he was holding in his hands. He flipped through some pages, not knowing what to do with his case. He had been working with his team on this case for over 2 weeks now, and they still hadn't any suspects or even found some useful clues.

Jane sat up, curious on what kind of case the man was working. The brown-haired man was still standing in the middle of the room, with his back to Jane. Jane stood up, walked over to the man and grabbed the file that was laying on top of the pile.The man gasped. Jane looked at him with his bright blue, innocent but naughty eyes. He smiled at the irritated agent who put the other files on the nearest desk. Kimball Cho's desk. Cho looked up, looked at the man and stared at him, without an expression on his face, as always. Cho didn't really care for the man and didn't want to start arguing with him. So he went back to his work, ignoring the pile of files which were taking a lot of space on his desk. The brown haired agent looked at Jane, who was reading through the files.

Husband murdered his wife, but only the feet of the wife were found, including the shoes. There were no signs of the other parts of the body. The feet were found in the garden of the couple's house. Buried. Their dog dug up the feet and dragged them inside of the house. The neighbour went checking on the dog because he had heard a lot of barking. He must've thought his neighbours forgot to feed the dog again. He brought some raw meat with him, feeling pity for the poor dog. He had the key of their house, so he could easily get in. He thought he would've found his neighbours watching tv, forgetting to feed their dog, as lazy as they were. Instead of that, he found the German Shepherd chewing on one of the feet. He called 911 immidiately. The cops arrived and they were able to seperate the dog and the foot. Forensics confirmed it were the feet of Natasha Parkon. The wife of the well looking business man Gordon Parkon who had dissapeared two days ago. Nobody had seen him leave and nobody knows where he is.

"Do you think Mr. Parkon killed his wife?" Asked the brown haired agent, curious to hear the consultant's opinion about this case. He couldn't solve this, and Jane was well-known as the man who could solve any case. In no matter of time. He surely would be able to help him. Wouldn't he?

"Hm."Was all Jane could say. It wasn't even a word. He tapped with his fingers against his chin, thinking about the murder. His mind was making up different theories while he looked at the other files and pictures of the crime scene. He grinned. "What's so funny about the feet? It's disgusting and sad. That poor woman must've been in a lot of pain while she was getting murdered and you're here making fun of it! Stop laughing alreaady!" Stated the brown haired agent. Furiously looking at the blond man who was still grinning. "Don't worry man. I just solved your case. Look at this picture. Don't you see this? Her feet are covered with big and small warts. Some of them are scratched open. If you look closely, you can also see small cuts on the bed of the right foot. This woman clearly wasn't happy with her feet.She tried to hurt herself because of this. You should look up for a woman who has bought a wheelchair two weeks ago. I'm sure you'll find your man..Uh woman." Told Jane without taking a breath. He put the pile of files back in the hands of the flabbergasted cop, who was both shocked and relieved. He didn't know what to say and walked to the elevator. Jane smirked and waved at the man. Then he walked over to his couch and layed down. Lisbon was just walking out of the elevator as she saw the brown haired agent's face. "What did he do this time?" She asked, looking at the still shocked agent. "Actually.. nothing. He solved my case.. But it's a weird and kind of shocking theory.." The small man walked into the elevator and pushed a button to got to his department.

Lisbon shook her head and smirked. Typically Jane. She walked over to the brown couch, where her consultant was settled. Laying on his right side, facing the busy office. He had his arms wrapped around his waist, eyes closed. A couple of blonde curls were hanging on his forehead. He was looking cute, confirmed Lisbon. Wait what? What was she thinking. She couldn't find Patrick Jane cute. He was an annoying, stubborn, selfish and arrogant man. But also smart, caring and a lovely father. She looked at him and smiled. Why was she smiling now? She turned around and walked to her office, but was stopped by the now-awoken consultant. "Where are you going? Don't we have a case?" He asked. His eyes were focused on her now. "No." She answered, turned around and walked into her office. Closing the door behind her back. Jane got up, something was obviously wrong with Lisbon. He couldn't quite place it. Was it about Red John? He was getting closer to his enemy, who had killed his wife and daughter. He still gets nightmares of that fatal night. Images of his daughter's and wife's bodies flashed through his head. He rubbed his hands against eachother and he sighed. He was so tired of all this. He just wished he could find Red John, kill him, torture him for all he has done. He wants revenge, revenge for his family. But also for the 33 other victims Red John has murdered in the last ten years. And he could move on with his life after he'd done that. But there was no way Red John would get himself caught. The man was invisible, like a ghost. He kills somebody, ruins some person's life and just dissapears. Nobody can identify him because if you see his face, you'll get killed.

The team actually made progress in the Red John case. Jane had made a list of 7 suspects who could possibly be Red John. His first suspect was Bret Stiles. The leader of the church group Visualize. The old man is very stubborn and intimidates Van Pelt with his games. The other suspect is Gale Bertram. The director of the CBI. Jane didn't really trust the man. He knew to much about Jane's past and he was to curious.

His other suspect was Ray Haffner. Former Supervising agent at the CBI. He's also a member of Visualize and has an eye on Lisbon. He really likes her. Jane doesn't like Hafnner that much. The man isn't trustworthy. He wants a brave, trustworthy man for Lisbon. She deserves somebody who cares a lot about her. Someone who would never hurt her.

Reede Smith was also a suspect. He's a FBI agent working in California. He always wondered how this man made it to the FBI. He's so slobby and slow. The same counts for Bob Kirkland. Another suspect. He's an agent working for Homeland Security and he's a friend of the FBI California Chief. He has a really strange look. A broken man. Those are the right words. Thomas McAllister is also a suspect. The Sherrif who worked on a crime case with the team. McAllister carried a really weird energy with him. Something dark. He kept staring into Jane's eyes, it was like he wanted to take his soul away. The last suspect is Brett Partridge. Forensic investigator for the CBI. He's young and not so clever as he thinks.

Unfortunately, Partridge died. He was killled by Red John. Lisbon found him, and Red John almost killed Lisbon. He drew a smiley on her face with Partridge's blood. Jane was shocked when he heard the news. He immidiately asked around for a bottle of water, to wipe the smiley of horror away from Lisbon's face. Reede Smith, Bob Kirkland and Bret Stiles also died. It isn't as unfortunate as it seems. The suspects list is much shorter now. Which leads him closer to finding out the identity of Red John.

Jane sighed and walked over to Lisbon's office. The door was closed. He knocked impatiently on the door. "Lisbon? Can I come in?" Asked Jane, he waited for a moment before opening the door. Lisbon was sitting behind her desk, which was covered with files. Lisbon looked up, her eyes met Jane's. She grabbed all the files and put them together in a large map. "I didn't even say you could come in" She said, irritated. Jane looked at the large map, trying to figure out what she was reading. He could see two letters on the side of the blue map. P.J. "Are you reading my file?" He asked, nervously, while knew Lisbon hadn't read his file. It was very personal and the story after his family was killed, was to much for her to read. She hated to see him in pain. "No. I wanted to.. But I just couldn't. I was at the first page but after I read you held your daughter for 2 hours.. Not letting go.. It's just disturbing to read, you've been through so much shit." She told him, looking out of the window. She didn't want to see his facial expression right now. It would probably hurt him. Or worse. He could become mad at her. Jane looked at the ground, moving repeatedly with his hands. "It's ok. Do you want some tea?" He asked. Lisbon smiled, slightly relieved he didn't ask anything more about her reading his file. "Yes, please" She answered.

[ In the evening ]

Jane and Lisbon were sitting on the white, leather couch in Lisbon's office. The couch was very soft. Softer than Jane's couch. It was also much warmer, as if Lisbon's energy was in the couch. Everybody had gone home, it was 11 pm in the evening and the two of them were eating blue raspberry muffins. Jane liked them a lot, Lisbon secretly did too. But she pretended she didn't like the muffins at all. Just to see Jane eating all the muffins himself. He was cute as he worked the muffin inside. He was so intidy with his food. It was adorablem according to her. Jane was holding his blue stained CBI cup with his tea in it, and took a sip. It was warm, everything seemed to be warm in Lisbon's office. It was a nice place to be. Much nicer than the cold, dusty attic where he slept.

"So, what about Red John?" Lisbon asked abruptly, looking into his eyes. He placed his cup of tea on the table next to the couch and cleared his throath. "What about him?"He answered. "Who do you think it is? It couldn't possibly be Bertram, could it?" Jane hesitated before answering. "I don't know Lisbon.."

Suddenly, the room went dark. All the lights went off. Lisbon jumped a little, she didn't like the dark. "Seems the power went out" Groaned Jane, standing up to find a flashlight. He searched through Lisbon's desk drawers and found one in a minute. He checked the batteries and flicked the flashlight on. He pointed it at Lisbon's face, which was full of horror. She looked at the window behind Jane, her pupils widened. Jane turned around. A man was standing right in front of them, watching them through the window. He was tall, wearing a black leather jacket, black trousers and black shoes. He was also wearing a hoodie and a red mask covering his face. The flashlight fell on the ground, it flickered and it turned off a couple of seconds after the impact. The man stared at Jane. "Hello Patrick. Nice to see you again." Jane's pupils widened, he knew who this was.

It was Red John.

The black dressed man walked over to Jane. He opened the door, and walked slowly until he was standing right in front of him. His eyes met the consultant's blue eyes, which were full of anger, sadness and fear at the moment. Lisbon came back to reality and wanted to grab her gun, she didn't feel the gun when she snatched for it. "Are you looking for this, Teresa? I can call you Teresa, can't I?" Red John was holding a gun, her gun. He put it away in his belt and grabbed a knife from his pocket. He held it against Jane's throat. He was holding the back of his head with his other hand. Jane couldn't move his head anymore, being afraid it would cut him. Red John started to talk with his scary, high and disturbing voice. "Killing your wife and daughter was .. a great experience. You know that? And i'm very glad I killed them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have so much fun with you. I like our game. You're a very clever man Patrick. Very clever. I heard you made a list of men, who could possibly be me. I'm honoured. Really, I am." He laughed. Jane could feel him smirking behind the mask. He was enjoying this, watching him so helpless. "Why did you kill Partridge?" Asked Lisbon, looking more determined at the monster. She needed to save Jane. "He knew to much. And besides. It was his time to die." Red John laughed again. Jane started feeling drops of sweat on his forehead. He was scared, not for his own life. He didn't care about his own life. He didn't care if he would die. But he didn't want Lisbon to die. He didn't want to lose her, just like he'd lost his wife and daughter. He could'nt handle another death of a person he'd loved.

"What are you going to do with us?" Whispered Jane, the knife was cutting a little bit in his throath as he spoke. He felt a sharp pain and groaned. "I'm going to borrow your lady friend." Lisbon's face changed to pure horror, as she thought about her fate. "What? No!" Jane moved his arms, trying to push the serial killer away. Red John wasn't pleased and stabbed him in his stomach. He didn't want to kill him, not yet. Jane whimpered out in pain, falling on his knees. Lisbon started to scream his name. "Jane!" She ran over to him, knelt beside him and looked at the stab-wound. His white shirt became red from the blood. Red John grabbed Lisbon by her arm. She tried to push him away, to no avail. He held a napkin with chloroform under her nose. She looked at Jane and became dizzy. The world started to spin. She passed out a couple of seconds later.

Jane closed his eyes, opened them again and wrapped his arms around his stomach. Blood was on the floor, his clothes were soaked with his blood. He was still sitting on his knees, shivering. Red John knelt in front of him. Jane looked up, and his eyes met the eyes of the man who had murdered his family. "One week. Then she'll be dead. Come and find me Patrick." Jane could feel him smirking again. He coughed, and noticed he had coughed up some blood. Red John was dragging Lisbon out of the room, leaving the stabbed blond man behind. Jane tried to stand up, to no avail. He fell down on his side and whimpered out in pain. He layed there for a couple of minutes. Then he started seeing black and red dots. And after a while, everything went black.

To be continued..

Well hello there again! How did you think this chapter turned out? I think it turned out pretty well. :) What'll happen to Lisbon? I don't know either actually. I just started the story with the plot 'Lisbon gets kidnapped' and I didn't really think about the story at all. I just started to write and this came out of it. I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave a comment about what you think!

Love, Skyrezo