Chapter 1: A Callout in the Dark

He walked into the house unable to keep the smile off his face. He was happy. He hadn't been this happy in a long time, and he never thought that he could be this happy again but he was. Red John was dead and he was a free man. That's not what made him the happiest though. What made him the happiest was that he was in love with Teresa Lisbon and she loved him back! They had just gotten them a little place together, and they were going to start their lives together. It was going to be amazing.

He entered the house and he didn't see her immediately. She had stayed home because she wasn't feeling well. He had a feeling he knew what was making her so sick, but he wasn't going to think about that right now. He would let her tell him in her own time. He was sure that she thought that he was afraid of that situation, but far from it. He was ready for this kind of thing. As long as he was with her.

"Teresa." He called out when she wasn't in the living room.

He moved further down the hall and as he approached their bedroom door he thought he was going to be sick. There was a note taped to their door and he didn't hesitate he rushed in the room and immediately regretted it.

She was on the bed dead. Her throat was slashed and there was so much blood. Her stomach had been ripped open.

"Lisbon!" he shouted as he bolted up in the bed.

"Jane it's okay. You were having a nightmare." Lisbon told him as she put her arms around him.

He took in her scent and the fact that he could hear every breath that she was taking. She was there with him and she was very much alive. Everything was good. It was just a nightmare.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked him.

"No I'm fine. It was nothing, how about you? Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine. You were the one that had the nightmare."

"I'm fine. I think I'm going to take a shower."

She watched as he practically staggered to the bathroom. She knew something was eating at him but he wouldn't tell her. He had been having nightmares for two weeks now and she knew they involved her. She was pretty sure there was a smiley face and some kind of stabbing too, but she wouldn't let him know that she knew that much right now. He was regretting being with her. She knew it, and she was going to tell him that she understood and he could go.

*TJ*

"You're up early." Wayne Rigsby told his wife after discovering her in front of the mirror.

"I can't decide what to wear, are we sure about this?" she asked him for confirmation.

"What do you mean? After they helped us they said there was always a place for us at the bureau. They are losing Fischer and gaining us. Why are you so nervous?"

"We were our own bosses for the last couple of years, and I can't just go back to work, Tessa needs me." She practically sobbed.

Wayne took a moment to look at the little looking back at him. She was as happy as a clam in her playpen while her mother had this mental breakdown.

"I know that you think that you are worried about what Abbott and Wylie are going to think about you, but Jane will be there and Lisbon, not to mention Cho. It's like going back to work but with a man that pretty much accused us of being corrupt cops that one time. It's fine he likes us now."

"You're right. I can do this, and besides Tessa will be in daycare. I'm not abandoning my child."

"Exactly. Lets go.

"

The party had run longer than she could have imagined. She never really liked those type of things, all the static of the people around her but since Daniel had been so ill she did her wifely duties and went as representation of their family. It still was quite weird for her having such standing in the community. She had been in South Carolina so long now she even had that Southern twang to her voice. She hadn't left the state in fifteen years. Before that things were so different.

"Lucy I'm home. You better be here with your father. I told you none of that stuff with Jeremy tonight he needs you to be here with….

The words were caught in her throat. There was a note on her bedroom door. A note like she had seen a long time ago, but this couldn't be happening to her. No here, not now. He was dead. Patrick Jane had murdered that monster.

"Lucy?" she gasped as she opened the door.

"Sarah!" he shouted.

"Jane you okay?" Wylie asked from his desk adjacent to where one Patrick Jane had been napping.

"Yea never better." He smiled rising from his seat.

He quickly walked towards the kitchenette. He needed tea, he didn't know what was bringing on these nightmares. He looked down at the china pattern smiling back up at him. Abbott couldn't stop laughing when he brought the blue cup into the office and gave an elaborate speech about how he had single handedly murdered the cups brother. All of the old team of the CBI seems to smile when they saw Jane with the cup, so of course he had to let the boss know that there was a fatality when he came to Sacramento.

"Hey gang we're up. There's been a murder of a Daniel Warner in a place called Rains, South Carolina." Lisbon stated as she entered the bullpen.

"Why do we get the honor of going there?" Grace Van Pelt asks after finally reaching the station after her eight wardrobe change.

"It's a copycat killing of one of our old cases. The victim was very important and now we have to find this person before they kill again."

"A copycat of who, and what aren't you saying Lisbon?" Jane asked.

"Daniel Warner was 53 years old and was found brutally murdered by his wife last night. He was stabbed in what appears to be a "Red John" like style. Their 16 year old daughter Lucy was taken."

"A stabbing. There has to be more. I know it's a copycat there's no way its Red John, but how do you know they were paying homage to good old Johnny?"

"They left this." Lisbon stated dropping an envelope on Jane's desk.

Jane didn't know what seemed to have Lisbon in such a mood but he was going to find out. He looked at the photographs and knew immediately that it wasn't Red john who had done it but it was a close amateur of it. The guy must be didn't like dealing with much blood because he made his smiley with a black sharpie. It was sloppy but it was close enough to get his message across.

"Let's go then. I need to help the girl.

Ending Notes: Here you have it. This is chapter one of my new story. I will be editing this myself so I will be doing my best to make it readable. If you have problems with reading it let me know. No need to be mean about just tell me. I have a beta and she's got another excellent story of mine but I'm thinking she got a little busy so that one will be a little later. More soon maybe even tonight. Let me know what you think.