-Dad? –

-Yes?-

-Can you do the magic? Please! –

-Okay-

Patrick Jane raised his hands, showing them to his daughter.

-Now there is nothing…-

He closed his right hand on the left one, give it a soft blow.

-Et voila! – He said, showing a candy appeared from nowhere.

-Great, dad! Can I eat it?-

-Not now. You've already brushed your teeth, and you know that your mother does not want me to give you some sweets before bed. I put it here on the table, you'll eat tomorrow-

-You sing me the lullaby? –

-You promise you'll sleep then? –

- I promise! –

And Patrick began to sing for his daughter.

Beautiful sleeping baby

Don't let it pass you by

When the leaves on the autumn tree all fall

What do you find?

Lay your head down, lay your head down…

Beautiful sleeping baby

Sail on the river wide

When the leaves of autumn tree all fall

Baby don't cry

Lay your head down, lay your head down…

-Dad?-

-Yes?-

-I love you-

-I love you too, sweetheart-

He kissed her forehead, brushing her hair.

-Goodnight-

Hi! I'm Serena and I'm italian, so if you see some grammar's errors, let me know.

Well what can I say? Just I love The Mentalist.

Let me know that you think of this first fic of Patrick and his little doughter, Charlotte.