Disclaimer: The metalist is not mine.

A/N: Hi, everyone this is my first fic in this world so bare with me. I hope you like it.

Red Haze

Patrick Jane struggled against the binds that tied him to the chair. His feet secured against the legs of the chair while his arms were fastened beyond discomfort to the arms.

"How many times must I tell you? Your attempts to escape are futile, Mr. Jane."

"Can't blame a guy for trying." he said his eyes on the women leaning in the door frame.

He continued to watch her as she advanced forward. She held a syringe in her hand and a bottle in the other.

"You have a God complex, Mr. Jane. Then again you are a carnie what more can I expect?" she said her voice dripping with hate.

"Oh, I assure you, I am no God." he replied still ever watchful.

She let out a hysterical laugh. She scoffed shaking her head at his words; she slammed the syringe down on the metal tray. She harshly came up to him gripping his arms so tight that her nails dug into his forearms. Her face inches from his even though he pressed his head back as far as he could against the back of his chair, her eyes held such deep depths of hate and vengeance.

"I hate you with every fibre of my being. So, I have to punish you for your evil ways, after all a child of Satan has no soul." she gave a malicious smirk as she stepped back grabbing the syringe.

"I honestly, think you need some help, lady." Patrick said trying to find away to free himself from this dark place.

She turned to him, rolling the syringe in her hands. She leant down her eyes locking on to his that evil smirk growing bigger and than her face grew stern as she stuck the syringe into the vain in his left arm.

"I will make you pure again, Mr. Jane but even then I think you are too far gone." she spat out as she pushed the cocktail of drugs into his system for the umpteenth time that week.

He was dimly aware that something was forced down his throat. The haze that came over him made it near impossible to comprehend what was happening.

She knelt down in front of him snatching his chin in her hands forcing him to face her.

"Now, Mr. Jane everything will seem like a dream. You will wake up tomorrow in your house and start your day as usual, though you will feel a little under the weather you will go to work. Then out of no where something will trigger your mind back to all of this and then it will become very, very real."

He tried to fight to stay awake but soon his head fell forward as he slipped into on consciousness

The Mentalist

"Van pelt, has Jane come in yet?" Lisbon asked as she came up to the woman's desk.

"Not, that I know of" she answered turning to her boss.

The brunette sighed. "Ok, when you see him could you send him to my office?"

"Will do, boss."

Teresa entered her office curious about how the consultant's vacation went. She smirked at the thought. It had been quite the process of trying to get him to get some down time, as much as he put up a good argument she had managed to succeed. With the help of her team of course, and a little nudge from Hightower and a little threat hear and there he went.

She was eager to hear how he managed to survive the ordeal. She chuckled to her self it was quite the thought.

"Is something funny?"

Teresa spun around to see Hightower standing in the door way. Teresa cleared her throat sending a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Huh, I was just thinking about how Jane."

"Oh, well, you'll be happy to know he just arrived."

Teresa hurried out of the room not caring that her boss saw her excitement. She came across the crowded scene of her team surrounding Jane.

"So, how'd did it go?" Van pelt asked eagerly

"Yeah, you sure don't have a tan." Rigsby pointed out.

Cho just stood there crossing his arms staring at the other man, listening to the conversation with an amused expression.

"Oh…it was… great." Jane replied

"Glad to hear it." Tersea broke in stepping forward to give him a hug.

"Glad you think so, now if you don't mind I'm going to fetch myself some tea." he concluded

As he made his way to his destination the others looked on in curiosity and confusion.

"I thought he would give a little more detail." Wayne said.

"Oh, you know Jane, he always leaves something out to keep us going. Alright, back to work." Teresa ordered as she headed back to her office.

A/N: Ok, so my first chapter, what are your thoughts?

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Flirty Angel.