Disclaimer: I do not own Red John, Patrick Jane, and team as well as the CBI. Or anyone else from the series 'The Mentalist'. I'm afraid they belong to Bruno Heller and the other writers… However I do own Sarah Jane and all her relationships with anybody. So please sit back and enjoy the story!

The Child That Was Taken

By TweetiePie82

Chapter One

There was blood everywhere. It was all over the walls, in the beds, and on the floors. The coopery smell was overwhelming in the room, it was gagging. Who knew that so much blood could come from two bodies? Then there was that horrible, red, smiling face painted in blood on the wall across the room from the door. It would be the first thing that a person would see when the door was opened, and dread would fill them.

That is the scene that Sarah Jane saw when she came to see what the noise was from her room down the hallway. She had heard some loud noises as she had tried to watch her father on television, but the noise had over powered the volume of the television. So she had decided to ask her mom and little sister to keep it down. She quickly spied the bodies of her mother and younger sibling, with a man standing over them. She stayed still as the grips of shock took hold of her, and when their killer turned to her she hadn't the sense to run. She was so sure that she would meet the same fate.

She squeezed her eyes closed, in a child's effort of making it go away. When she felt nothing, she opened her eyes and saw him looking down on her with some kind of twisted smile on his face as if he had something better in mind for her. Before she knew what had happened, her hands were tied and a heavy sack was on her head. She couldn't see where they were going as he led her from her home.

Shortly thereafter…

Patrick Jane came home, and thought nothing of the quietness as he began to settle in. He moved a tricycle that he almost tumbled over and began his jog up the stairs to the door of his youngest daughter's room. As he approached he began to slow down as he noticed a sheet of paper tacked to it. He stopped right in front of the door and began to read the note.

Dear mister Jane,

I do not like to be slandered in the media, especially by a dirty money-grubbing fraud. If you were a real psychic, instead of a dishonest little worm, you wouldn't need to open the door to see what I've done your lovely wife and child.

His heart began to fill with dread and horror as he opened the door to see the drawn smiling face in their blood. He then realized that there were only two bodies and not three. He ran from the room down the hallway to his oldest daughter's room. He had hoped that she had escaped her mother's and younger sister's fate. He found her room empty, and then he quickly searched the rest of the house. His first-born daughter was gone. He then sulked back to her room and found a second note, folded neatly in half addressed to him. He picked it up and opened it before his eyes began to scan it.

Dear mister Jane,

I trust that by now you have realized that your oldest daughter is missing. Yes, I do have her and no, you will not see or hear her any time soon. You have made me lose my self control, so I had to make you lose just as much. If you mention or go looking for her, I will finish your family off.

So, he sank to his knees and decided that if wanted to see her again, he must do just as Red John had said. He never mentioned her nor went looking for her since that night.