Hey thanks for looking here and thinking about reading my fanfic. Right this is my first Mentalist fanfic so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters only the plot lines that my mind makes up.

Chapter 1

As he sank slowly, deeper into the soft, worn, brown leather of his favourite sofa Patrick Jane began to rethink his life. He felt he seemed to be continuously doing this recently. I mean, yes things had got better, he had some brilliant friends/colleges that always stuck with him, he had a good job that changed everyday and he was helping catch evil bastards and put them in jail. But the only thing that he was missing right now was a family. Ever since Red John had murdered his wife and child Patrick had been on a mission to catch that murdering git and make him suffer from what he did. But was that what he really wanted any more? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, in some ways yes, he had made him suffer his entire life since that day. He had been into hospital, had counselling and even then the pain still hadn't let up. But in other ways no, it was completely against all he had learnt from the CBI and the agents there, and it would upset his friends. There was one particular friend that Patrick never wanted to hurt, ever. Her name was Teresa Lisbon, and she was the only person that Patrick had ever seen, since his wife, that he had more than friendly feelings for. But as he twiddled his wedding ring between his fingers he remembered what that simple band of gold meant to him, the ever lasting tie between him and his wife.

"But she's dead now," one side of his mind said. "It would make her unhappy to see you like this. She would want you to get out there and carry on with your life. Don't waste it always being upset and lonely, that's not what she would have wanted."

"You loved her" the other side of his mind said, "why does that love have to stop now? Can't it go on for as long as you shall live?"

Patrick closed his eyes, trying in vain to drown out all of his thoughts. Man that was hard, his thoughts now seemed to be manifesting themselves in real speech. Oh no hang on, that was real speech, someone was trying to talk to him. He opened one sleepy eye and looked up into a face. He blinked trying to clear the faint mist of sleep from them.

"Listen Jane, if you're not going to get up I am not going to tell you about our new lead!" Lisbon's clear voice rang through the air. She was standing over him, hands on hips looking thoroughly disgruntled.

"New lead?" Jane asked, rubbing the sleep from his gentle green eyes, "What case?"

"How about, that case that we've been working for years now! How can you forget!" Lisbon really sis despair sometimes, Jane was very clever, but sometimes she swore he swapped brains with a snail or something.

"Red John!" Patrick said, jumping up, almost jumping right into Lisbon.

"No, some other psychopathic maniac! Of course bloody Red John!"

"Alright, alright. I'm up, I'm awake, where do you need me?" Patrick said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Over here," Lisbon said walking into her office, Jane following after her, shutting the door quietly. "We were doing a random sweep search through our old files and found this." She handed him a photo, showing a bloody hand, under the nails there was a slight sign of something unusual. "This was taken from Red John's first murder. That stuff under the nails, well it was skin, DNA Jane, we have his DNA!"

"Not…just ….. not possible!" Jane was stunned. It just wasn't possible. Red John was always so clean, he never left anything unless he wanted to. "He wanted you to find this Lisbon. He doesn't do mistakes!"

"Well, we traced it anyway." Lisbon said, taking the photo back again, and slipping it back into the file.

"And?" Jane asked, nervously adjusting his waistcoat.

"We got a hit. Michael Travis. A young man from Sacramento, moved here from England four year ago. Brown hair, Caucasian, worked in offices. Would be in his mid thirties by now."

"What do you mean would be?" Patrick suddenly interrupted.

"Urm, well here's the creepy thing."

"Oh come on Lisbon, how can it be creepy?"

"Well, its creepy because he died three year previous to the murder."

"And that would be creepy because? People lie Lisbon, people can fake death."

"Not when they've been burned alive in an office fire and a DNA match was made after the death. DNA doesn't lie Jane."

"Meh, science can be wrong,"

"Not this time Jane, dental records were also matched, they don't lie either!"

"Can we got check it out anyway?" Jane asked, pulling on his puppy dog face. His green eyes growing into large glistening orbs. "Pwetty pwease Lisbon?"

"All right, but you must behave yourself. No offending people, and no hypnosis, God help you if you use that again." Lisbon grabbed her coat, her badge from off her desk and her glock from her drawer.

"YAY!" Patrick said, he merrily jogged to his desk, grabbed his coat from off the back of his chair and ran to join Lisbon.

The two of then left for the car, Jane looking very very excited and happy.

"Why is Jane so happy?" Rigsby asked looking at his boss and his college.

"Maybe Jane finally asked Lisbon out on a date?" Cho said, not looking up fro his work.

"Really those two?" Rigsby said, jerking his thumb over at Patrick and Teresa.

"Oh yeah, don't you see the way hat he looks at her when she's not looking." Cho said looking into Rigsby's blank face. "Judging by that no. Well she does it to him too."

"Cho's right you know." Van Pelt put in, looking up from her typing.

"Really, how can you guy's tell?" Rigsby leaned forward interested now.

"Body language." Van Pelt and Cho said together, getting back to their work.

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