Hey everybody! This is my first fan fic so it may be a little bit sloppy. I'll take any criticism you can give, just don't be mean Enjoy and don't forget to give reviews! Thanks guys.

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Crime and Passion

Chapter One

Lisbon's POV

What was going on? She felt butterflies forming in her petite stomach. This guy sure made her nervous, dates made her nervous period. Even though this was their fifth date, Frank made her jumpy and distracted at the same time. Teresa Lisbon wondered to herself if she was in love with this man sitting across from her.

He had decided to take her out to the fanciest restaurant in Sacramento; a French restaurant that went by the name of Deston's Bistro. She thought this place was too expensive but Frank assured her that he could pay for it, of course he could, he was rich. Why was Teresa always attracted to the rich men? She didn't know.

The waiter arrived at their small, circle shaped table, gave them their waters, and asked for their order. "The lady would like the Beef Bourguignon and I'd like the Coq au Vin please." Frank ordered. "Oh and can we get a loaf of your finest bread with that?" he asked.

"Yes sir," the waiter responded, "and can I get you anything else?"

"Not for me. Teresa, do you need anything?" She looked at the menu. "No thank you."

The waiter grabbed the menus and said, "Your dinner should be right out," and smiled at the happy couple. Teresa smiled back and said, "Thanks so much sir."

Frank sat and stared at her which actually made Teresa uncomfortable but in a good way. "What?" she asked curiously. "I just can't believe I'm having dinner with the sexiest woman in Sacramento. "He said charmingly. "How'd I get so lucky?"

She blushed at his compliment, something she often did. "Oh Frank, stop it. You're making me blush but thank you."

"I'm sorry; you just make me want you so bad. I think you know that though right?"

He wanted her? What exactly does he mean by that? Did he mean he wanted to sleep with her or just spend quality time with her? Whatever he meant, it was still weird what he said. She quickly changed the subject. "I didn't know you spoke French. You failed to mention that but thank goodness you do because I have no clue how to read those menus." She laughed at her own joke, Frank did not. Ok then, she thought.

He started his own conversation. "So when can we get together next?" This date just started and he was already asking about the next one. What was up with him tonight? It's like he was waiting to do something, wonder what that could be.

"Oh, why do you ask?" Teresa truly wanted the answer to this question. Was she boring him this early on? "I just get so excited when I find out that we will get together again. Is that weird?" he asked. "No not at all. I feel the same way actually. I really do like you Frank, I haven't felt like this for a while." This was possibly a lie; she did have these feelings before but not for the person you would expect. "Me too, god I'm glad you said that Teresa! My ex-wife was the last woman I fell deeply in love with."

"You didn't tell me you were married before. What happened?" she asked.7

"We just argued way too often and things got ugly. Then, she passed away so I guess she's my ex-wife."

"She's dead?" she asked. He shook his head up and down. "I'm sorry for asking." she said.

"Oh I'm over it. It's been nearly 3 years since it happened so it's better now." Teresa wondered if he was lying or telling the truth. How could you just get over your wife dying? One of her close friends, Patrick Jane, lost his wife and he still isn't over it to this day. Except his wife was murdered by a man that goes by Red John and he still hasn't been caught yet. Wait, was Frank's wife possibly murdered or did she just die on her own?

"Do you mind if I ask one more thing about it? Afterwards I'll keep quiet about it." He shook his head again; no this time. "Ok. Did she pass on her own or was she murdered?" Teresa couldn't believe that that's what came out of her mouth.

"She was killed but the case was closed. They thought they found the real killer but I don't think they did. It wasn't the right guy."

"Why do you say that? Oh sorry I was supposed to stop talking about it, never mind."

"No worries Teresa. I know it wasn't right because they confirmed that it was my best friend, Nick, who did it but that can't be right, it just can't be."

"Maybe I could help you out. I am a police officer. "She said confidently. She loved saying this to people for some reason. It made her feel in control of everything.

"You would? "He asked.

"Sure. Come by the CBI office at around 9am tomorrow morning. I'll get my best people to help you out."

"Thanks babe." Since when did he call her babe? Oh well, she now had to think about how to introduce Frank to her team and Jane. They couldn't know that he was her boyfriend; that'd be awkward especially around Jane.

Teresa's thoughts were interrupted by the waiter and their food on the tray he was holding.

Jane's POV

Patrick Jane was in his usual spot; his couch beside his desk. Lately, he'd been sleeping on Teresa's but her office door was locked for the night. Everyone but Grace Van Pelt had left; she was finishing up some paperwork for the next day. Jane had always thought that she was the hardest worker of the three: Kimball Cho, Wayne Rigsby, and Grace herself. If there was some type of award for hard work, Grace would sure win it.

"Jane come look at this. "She ordered politely. She was never rude to a soul out there; she would also win the kindness award.

"What is it?' he asked as he arose from his comfy resting position and walked over.

"There's a strange email on my computer; I don't recognize the address."

"Open it." He said without giving it any thought.

"Are you sure? What if it's a virus or something?"

"Then we're going to find out." He clicked the key to open the email.

"Jane!" Grace gasped.

"What the hell?" Jane questioned what he was looking at. It was a picture of the red smiley that often haunted his mind. It was Red John's signature that he placed where he killed his victims. He drew the face the victim's blood and left them to die, looking at it. Pain hit his whole body when he saw this; the kind of pain that numbs your senses.

"Jane," Grace looked at him sympathetically, "maybe it's just a joke."

"It's not a joke." He studied the photo on the screen. "It's Red John Grace. I'm sure of it. Read the caption under the picture." She read it out loud:

"Patrick, why do you even try anymore? You know I'm going to get away with my killings; I always do and you can't stop me. How's it feel to be defeated like that over and over again? Losing your wife and little girl would be hard enough, I know, but this just tops it off doesn't it? The fact that their murderer is still out there living their fine life as a serial killer must be difficult for you to think about. Enjoy yourself on yet another search for me Patrick. Good luck."

Grace didn't say a word after she read it; she just gave Jane a look that said I'm so sorry. What was Red John's goal with this email? Wait, it was an email. Emails have addresses.

"Grace, can you find out who sent this?" Jane quickly and intensely asked.

"I can try." She said as she turned back around, her long red hair following her. She typed a bunch of words and did a ton of clicking with the mouse. "I've got a location!" she exclaimed.

Jane ran over to look at the screen; he was getting some tea at the moment. He saw the address and took off immediately afterwards, Grace shouting after him, "Where are you going?"

He yelled back, "I know where that is!" as he ran out to the elevator. He pushed the button ten times the amount it needed to be pushed. "Come on you damn thing!" He pushed it again. Once it opened J.J. Laroche came out as Jane ran right past him. "Patrick where are you going in such a hurry?" he slowly asked ignoring the fact that Jane was panicking. "Laroche I really need to leave. Can you move your hand?" He removed it without a complaint. "It's ok Patrick I know exactly where you're going." He said to himself.

Thanks for reading this first chapter guys! Let me know what you think of it and remember I don't mind constructive criticism!: D Stay tuned for chapter two….