Story Tile: Ghosts From The Past.
Disclaimer: It may kill me to say this but I do not own Patrick Jane, Simon Baker nor the show The Mentalist. If I did however, Jane would never ware a shirt.
Summery: The computer screen went off with a flash of red lights and a soft alarm. Lisbon walked over to Van Pelt and rose an eyebrow "What is it?" She asked. Van Pelt lifted her head up at her "The FBI found a finger print in a murder and kidnapping case that belongs to-.
Couples In Story: Patrick/Teresa | Wayne/Grace | Allison/James | Talli/Zellon | Mason/Quinn
Chapter One: Blue Eyes To Match.
California
7:00 AM.
As Patrick Jane's cell phone went buzzing in his pocket he lifted his head off his desk, his eyes sleepy from now sleepy yet again. He lifted his hand to grab the little silver phone from his pants pocket. Yawning the charming blond opened the cell phone and hit the green call button. "Jane." he mumbled out softly.
Lisbon's voice came through on the other end "We got a case. Meet us at Belleview High School in 15 minutes." She said.
Jane, without asking anything got up "Okay." he said and hung up.
Normally he would be more cocky and chippy but today he didn't sleep and just wasn't in a very good mood, which was very un-like Patrick Jane as everyone in the whole damn world knew.
Jane got into his car, got some tea and then threw it out the window of his car since it tasted like piss. He pulled onto the huge parking lot of the high school and got out. He ran his fingers through his hair and walked up to where Lisbon and Van Pelt soon. He rose an eyebrow "Who's dead?" he asked.
Lisbon groaned "Do you have to sound so happy about someone being dead just so we can have a case?" she asked.
Jane, now acting like himself grinned wide and nodded "Uh-Yeah. I do, Lisbon." he said.
Jane followed Lisbon and Van Pelt inside to see a girl in the ladies restroom with slit wrists but something else- A bloody smiley face was smear on the wall with her blood. Jane's eyes got wide "Red Johns mark? It can't be. She slit her own wrists. Not Red Johns MO." he said. Lisbon nodded "I agreed- At first." she said.
She nodded to the girls feet, which had been painted in her own, sticky wet blood.
Jane leaned down and nodded something "Uh- Lisbon. Photo. Left side pocket of her vest." he said.
Lisbon pulled on clear rubber gloves and picked up the photo of her and a red haired girl- obviously dyed red with bright eyes only someone had wrote an red X mark over the girls face. She flipped the photo over and looked up at Jane "It says, 'Ellen and Claire Christmas 2009.'" She said.
Jane poked his head up to look at the photo closer "It also says 'To bad we can't be friends like this again, boyfriend stealing bitch.'" He said.
Lisbon sighed "Looks like her friend Claire is pretty pissed at her." She said.
Jane smirked "Yeah, you should bring her in. You do that and I'm going back to the office to make some tea."
Lisbon's jaw dropped open "Tea! Your thinking of tea at a time like this? A girls dead, Jane." She said.
Jane nodded "Uh- I know. See you back at the office Lisbon." he said.
California.
9:00 AM.
Lisbon walked in to see Jane on the couch, sipping some more tea- again. She rolled her brown eyes at him and walked over to her desk when she heard Van Pelt's computer make a sound.
The computer screen went off with a flash of red lights and a soft alarm. Lisbon walked over to Van Pelt and rose an eyebrow "What is it?" She asked. Van Pelt lifted her head up at her "The FBI found a finger print in a murder and kidnapping case that belongs to-." She frowned a bit "It says the case file for the person and his or her name is sealed shut." She said.
Lisbon rose an eyebrow "Really? By who?" She asked.
Van Pelt's smile got smaller and smaller by the second "By FBI Agent Ronnie Connors." She said. She paused "Hey, wait. Didn't he work the Red John case for a while before they came to a dead end?" She asked.
Lisbon nodded "Yeah, he did I believe." She said. At the moment Red John's name came up, Jane was looking over Lisbon and Van Pelt's shoulders. "So, find this Agent Ronnie Connors and make him un-seal it."
After hours of works and lots of phone calls, Lisbon and her whole office got the file un-sealed.
Only they had to deal with a jackass cocky FBI Agent Name Ronnie Connors. He flew down from Washington, DC that morning and now it was 3:00 PM California. He would tell them as much as they needed to know. Or well, what he thought they needed to know.
Van Pelt looked at her computer "Lisbon, Jane, Agent Connors. The print we found belongs to a teenage girl by the name of-" Jane cut her off.
"Let me guess, Claire?" He asked.
Van Pelt nodded "Yes, the print belongs to a Claire Rosso. She lives with her uncle and aunt. Justin and Macy Rosso, And her cousin a Allison Ross." She said.
Jane smiled wide "Bring her in, boss." he said. Lisbon shot him a glance and sighed and her, Agent Connors and Van Pelt went to pick up Claire.
After hours of talking and talking it turned out since Claire had a alibi, she just got back this morning from a weekend trip to Disney Land in Florida, they had to let her go.
They wanted to bring her cousin, Allison in to question but she wasn't there. Van Pelt walk back in the room around six at night "Boss, you am not going to believe this. We checked into Claire and her families backgrounds and her cousin Allison is being held in country jail right now for being caught with a knife a school last week." She said.
Lisbon nodded "Okay- So? She couldn't have done it." She said.
Van Pelt grinned wide, proud of herself "One problem, Allison Rosso isn't real. She was never born. And her prints, someone from the inside the government coded them. Allison isn't her real name. I bet she's not even seventeen." She said.
Lisbon grabbed her badge and gun "Bring her in." She said.
California.
The Next Day.
8:00 AM.
Lisbon watched at two country jail guards brought Allison Rosso in. Lisbon's stomach churned when she saw the girl looked harmless. She had blue eyes, dark black hair dyed since the roots were starting to show and a angelic face shape. She and Jane walked into the room.
Jane looked at her and after talking for an half an hour he saw she wasn't talking. Probably too scared to. So Lisbon sent off to have the girls prints ran for any other cases. All. Country, State, Or Federal. All of them.
Lisbon and Jane stood around the office room while Van Pelt re-ran the prints to get a match, a real match this time. A name popped up on the screen.
"Well?" Lisbon asked.
All three of them gasp at the name.
Lisbon frowned "T-That can't be right Van Pelt!" She said while Jane just stared at the screen.
Van Pelt nodded "I'm sure it is, Boss." he said.
Lisbon frowned "So- Your telling me this girls prints match a dead girls." She asked.
Van Pelt nodded, "Yes."
"Her prints match Charlotte Anne Jane's." She whispered.
Jane left the room and walked into the room, grabbed the girl and pulled her into the ladies room and dunked her head under a running sink, washing away the black dye in her hair. Bright blonde locks of her hair showed through. She lifted her head up, eyes meeting Jane's. "What the fuck!" She screamed, splitting out water and rubbed water off her eyes and face.
Jane, eyes wide and panic and madness looked down at the teenage girl "Charlotte?" He rasped out after a full minute of nothing but silence.
Allison rose an eyebrow "Who?" She asked.
He took a step closer "Charlotte?" he asked again.
A flick of remembrance lit in the teenage girls eyes. But she shook it off.
He looked down at her, "Charlotte? Is your name Charlotte? Charlotte Anne Jane?" he asked, a slight mean tone in his voice and not his normal, soothing calm voice as always.
Right as Lisbon and Van Pelt walked in Allison let out a scream, her wet hair flat on her head. She looked up at Jane "Don't call me that! Don't you dare call me Charlotte! I haven't been Charlotte for years!" She screamed before passing out.
Lisbon called for help and the EMT's while Jane stood there, mouth open.
"Charlotte?" The blond man asked, voice soft in the quiet room.
AN: I know Jane seems a bit odd and off then his normal self in this chapter, but then again wouldn't you react the same way he did? Also, this isn't your normal "Oh my god his kid is alive!" story. It had more to it then that. And some Red John moments are coming up next chapter. Review.
