Now remember, this is an AU, this is our Jane minus a huge disaster in his life, this is Fugue In Red's Jane plus wife and kid, so this is a Jane we have never seen.

I'm writing something that actually has a plot, guys. One full of holes probably, anyway I'm just trying something.

This is my second fic and again, my english sucks, I'm trying to get better. I can take criticism about that but there's not really a point (you can't magically make me any better).

"Mr. Jane I can assure you we are more than capable than handling the situation." The young agent was too much of a professional to tell the arrogant loud blondie what she really wanted but she answered him without so much as a flinch, she wasn't one to be intimidated.

"Miss Lisbon-"

"Agent."

"I'm sure you're very proud of that badge of yours agent, but it doesn't mean much to me. I'm sure the dozens of victims this psychicopath made over the years truly believed in the police protection but I don't."

His tone was loud but he respected the little brunet in front of him. Jane was very good at hiding his feeling but he was quite impressed but how she was managing, well... him. That didn't mean much though, it certainly didn't mean he was going to say sorry and start obeying her orders.

"Now we wouldn't be here if the cops did their job so forgive me for not trusting my family's life on your hands!"

"We wouldn't be here if you hadn't go on national television to play with a serial killer. If you care as much as you say for your wife and daughter's life you need to let us do our job whether you like it or not!" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted them, but that guy could really get under her skin.

Jane wasn't there for the introductions but no one needed to tell him Agent Lisbon was in charge. The man accompanying her clearly respected and admired her, she was a good leader he figured, any more of that and he would be punched in the nose, but that was not the reason why he stopped yelling.

"Daddy!" The girl came running with arms opened. She was about nine, eyes like her father's, in fact, no one could deny who her parents were, she was a perfect mix of their genes Lisbon thought.

"Hey" His voice was now low and caring; he seemed a completely different man from the one 5 seconds ago. He got on one knee and hugged his daughter.

Agent Lisbon took a step back and watched the scene in front of her. The girl's little hand gripped tightly on her father's jacket. Most likely, she didn't even understood what was going on, she didn't know how lucky she was to still be alive. But having strangers in your house, asking you a bunch of questions while your mother can't stop shaking could definitively make a child wish for her father's protection.

Jane got up holding the little girl on his arms; he cleaned her tears with the back of his hand and kissed her forehead. "It's alright now, okay?" The little girl nodded to her father and he kissed her face again. "Where is your mother?"

Lisbon was so lost in her thoughts, watching the father and daughter emotional interaction, that it took her a while to notice Jane asked the question to his daughter but looking at her, as if expecting an explanation.

"Mr. Jane we were getting your daughter's testimony we still need your wife's."

"This is ridiculous. She needs to rest she's not in any condition to answer your questions right now! She's not a suspect!"

"No, but she's a valuable witness"

"How is she even a witness if you just said no one heard or saw anything?"

"She insisted!"

"What?"

"Your wife just wants it to be over. She didn't want to go to the station, and it's better this way. Tomorrow she might not remember small details that could make a difference to our investigation. The sooner we get the answers we need the sooner we'll be gone."

The child in Jane's arms was paying full attention to the conversation between the two.

"Gone? To where? My front yard?"

"Again, Mr Jane, we just want to keep your family safe but you have the right to deny our protection."

Jane didn't want to win that argument, he just wanted to see his wife. "I'm not leaving her alone" He lowered his daughter to the ground gently and held her hand. "I have to see her".

He took a step forward and the tall agent accompanying Lisbon moved, placing himself in Jane's way, holding his hand close to Jane's chest.

Jane looked down at the man's hand nearly touching him, ready to push him back. "Oh you don't want to do that, my friend."

If there was a fight between Jane's hand and the agent's nose, all bets would be on the nose, but Jane was not threatening his physical well-being, the damages he could do to a person's mind were far worse than a nose bleeding.

"Or what?"

Both men stared at each other for just a second before Lisbon intervened.

"Rigsby! That's enough!" her steady voice made the order clear to the agent.

Rigsby lowered his hand but didn't move.

"You heard her, big boy. Now move."

"Mr. Jane I won't stop you but if you get in there you'll compromise your wife's testimony and she'll have to go thru all of this again. It won't take much longer we just have a few more questions." He was a pain but she sympathized with him, it was hard not to. If she could avoid any confusion, especially in the presence of Charlotte, she would.

The little girl pushed down Lisbon's jacket to get her attention. "Teresa, please"

Lisbon closed her eyes and sighed. This is not my day.

After they broke into the house, her team and the local PD went into every room to make sure they were all clear, it was then that Lisbon found Charlotte. She was scared of all the strangers in her home and afraid for her mother. She asked to touch Lisbon's badge to make sure it was real.

"My dad says we can't trust cops, but that they are the good guys."

"Shouldn't you trust the good guys?"

"Not always."

"Do you trust me?"

The little girl nodded not so sure of her answer but allowed Lisbon to take her out of there.

Both chatted while the paramedics checked on Angela - she had a minor cut on her forehead, besides that she was completely unharmed - Charlotte was very sweet but it was her intelligence and curiosity that made quite an impression on Lisbon and during the very short conversation she grew fond of the kid.

"I'll see what I can do"

She knew Ms. Jane's testimony was going to be another dead end. If she had indeed seen something, luck wouldn't have been enough to keep her alive.

Lisbon was about to join the agent conducting the questioning in one of the mansion's room, just to make sure they were going as fast as they could - she wanted to be there just as much as Patrick Jane wanted them there - When Angela, followed by agent Cho entered the living room.

The woman ran to her husband and daughter as the three agents gathered around on the other side of the room.

"Anything?" Lisbon asked her agent who was checking his notes.

"She didn't see or hear anything that could help us. I got a description from the voice on the phone but nothing concrete." It was disappointing but no one was surprised with agent Cho's news.

"Forensics?" The question came from the stoic agent.

"Nothing" Both Lisbon and Rigsby answered.

"Okay, we need to focus on find out who did the call and get to him before Red John does. This is the first time he made a mistake, we can't go back to square one, we need to get something from this."

"Do you think he's coming here back boss?" Rigsby was so desperate to leave he felt a little guilt.

"Not tonight. Let local police handle it from now. Let's go home we deserve some sleep."

They left without being noticed by the family.

…

Jane entered the elevator hoping that old ugly thing wouldn't stop working, he sighted relived when the thing did a sound indicating it reached the next floor.

The doors opened swiftly and he stepped outside. He took a quickly look around, that was an awful little place, how could people even work there? It wasn't any surprise really, cops have horrible taste and it's not like they have money for anything better.

The place was busy, a few people walked by him, giving him weird looks. He was famous now "The asshole that messed with a serial killer on national television. Great." He wondered if he would lose any clients with that headline, probably not, he could easily turn things to his favor.

Jane walked towards the bullpen and saw agent Rigsby behind the glass. He reached for the agent's desk that didn't even notice his presence, he was too busy trying to make his computer work, Jane didn't really know anything about computers but he was almost sure it had something to do with the fact that the power cable was disconnected.

"Agent Rigsby?"

The man finally turned his head from the monitor. "Oh, uh hi Mr Jane" He got up and Jane extend his hand for him to shake. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, I need to talk to agent Lisbon, is she around here somewhere?"

"No she's not here actually, she-she's out" The young guy with a ridiculous goatee was so stressed Jane was almost feeling sorry for him.

"Oh really? Hm" He tapped his finger against his lips and then ran over the little objects on agent Rigsby's desk; he held some of the things between his fingers, bringing it close to his eyes, analyzing it. The man followed Jane's movement completely uncomfortable and constantly shifting his gazing looking past the blondie.

"Is there uh, something I can do for you, Mr. Jane?"

Jane set down a tennis ball he was holding back to it's place over the desk and clasped his hands behind his back, releasing some of the agent's tension. "No, not really, I need to speak direct with agent Lisbon if she's not here than I'll come back another time" He answered with a charming smile and offered his hand again.

The man waited for Jane to leave the room, instead, the psychic gave a step back and looked under the table as if he was seeing it for the first time.

"Hmm"

Rigsby looked at Jane a little impatient, waiting for the man to conclude whatever he was going to say.

"I think, well I don't really understand much of these things" He looked back at the agent with a believable shy smile. "But I think maybe that cable is the source of your… computer problems"

"What?" Rigsby went to the other side of the tabled and bend down.

"Yeah right here, the blue one."

"You're right" Rigsby laughed and plugged the cable back. "You saved me man, thank y-" The agent's smile completely disappeared when he turned around to see Jane in front of Lisbon's office. "Mr Jane please don't! Damn it!" Too late, he was inside. He sighted loudly and sat with his back against the desk.

"Didn't the boss let you in charge of not letting anyone inside her office?"

"Oh she did? Thanks Cho, I didn't know that!" He murmured a threat that Cho ignored.

…

Lisbon was so concentrated reading the papers over her desk the sound of the door opening startled her.

"Mr. Jane? What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too Agent Lisbon. Your agent Rigsby let met in, a very nice man that one"

In a very subtle and quickly gesture she turned her head around, the glass wall and the venetian blinds at a half-mast allowing her a perfect glance at Rigsby. She narrowed her eyes at him and Cho thought his colleague was going to burst into flames right there.

Rigsby gulped. Lisbon could nearly see the cold sweat drop running down his face.

She turned back to face the man in front of her. Impeccably dressed, golden cufflinks, he was wearing more hair gel than she ever did, not one strand of his blond curls was out of place, it was disgusting.

"What can I do to help Mr. Jane?"

"Patrick, please." "Actually I came here to offer you my help"

"Oh"

"How's the Red John case? Anything new?"

"Nothing new yet, we're looking into it"

"Really? Because it doesn't seem like you're working on that right now." He gestured to the stack of papers around her and a board in the middle of them room, with pictures and some notes.

"Mr. Jane we have other cases, Red John is not our top priority"

"Not a priority? And while this guy is out there I have to live with the constant fear that he will harm my family?"

He was worried but he sounded completely calm, Lisbon on the other hand took the opportunity to blurt out everything that was making her so stressful.

"I'm short on people, this case was thrown in my lap, it haven't been any leads in a long time, there was never even a suspect. To be honest with you, Patrick, I didn't even have the time to read all the case files."

"But this time he made a mistake"

"He was betrayed by the man that turned off the security system of your house, we don't think this man was supposed to know who he was dealing with, he probably doesn't know anything about Red John or what his plans were."

"You don't know who this man is? I don't think it would that hard to-"

"Anthony Miller, 42 years old. Until last year he worked for the company that installed the alarms for you. None of his colleagues heard from him since he was fired. No friends, no family. No criminal record. He's house is empty. We talked to his neighbors, checked security cameras, bank accounts. He didn't use any credit cards, didn't leave the state, no in any way we could track him. What do you think happened to him?"

"I think we both know the answer to that question."

"Yeah, I think we do. You see this?" She set her hand over a stack of papers. Paper work I shouldn't be doing. This one? Unsolved cases from the FBI that suddenly is top priority and for some reason, change of bosses, political favors, my team is now responsible for their incompetence."

"So, I'm sorry. We're trying. We want to see Red John behind bars just as much as you, and my team will do what we can to protect your family, but we're not magically going to solve a case that goes back about ten years in two days."

Jane was lost for words. She stared at him waiting for an answer.

"I didn't come here to fight, agent." "I can help. I want to; I'm here to offer my services."

"Your services? Mr. Jane, we don't involve victims or the victim's husbands in our cases"

The word 'victims' sounded like a curse to Jane, as if the word had the power to make a dark nightmare become reality, his look was severe now, his voice harsh.

"My wife and daughter are not victims, they are very much alive, Agent Lisbon."

"That's not what I meant." Lisbon sighed tired. "Your family was attacked by a serial murder, this is personal for you. I can't involve you in the hunt for this man, Mr. Jane."

"I'm not looking for revenge. While this man is out there my family and I, we won't have peace."

"And how exactly are you planning on helping us?"

"You know I'm a psychic, I very well-known one."

Lisbon was too tired to laugh.

"That's not how we work here, Mr. Jane."

"You don't believe in psychices?" "Hm" He contemplate the idea of changing her believes, but that probably wouldn't be the best approach not right at this moment.

"That's not- We're not looking for someone with your profile"

"Not my profile?" That was ridiculous even for an excuse formulated in two seconds. "Are you afraid that your department won't look good because you're working with a psychic?"

"I don't care if we look like a bunch of wackos, if we're solving murders that's good enough for me."

"Then give me a chance what do you have to lose? If I'm not a psychic I must be pretty good at something to make they believe me"

"How do you think Red John will feel about that?"

"Does it matter? He already hates me, he knows where I live, knows everything about my family. What difference does it make?"

Lisbon laid her face between her hands and sighted again.

"It doesn't work like that, my boss is the one responsible for that sort of thing, talk to him."

"He'll never agree to it if you don't want me on your team." "I don't need a contract just let me look at the case files, tell me about any breakthrough, if you there's suspect let me talk to them."

"I can't just do that, we have rules here! I shouldn't even had told you about our findings."

"But you did! Your gut tells you to trust me. You sense that I can help you!"

"I'm not sensing anything!"

"Look I can see your problem is with the word psychic. That's okay, think of me as a consultant."

"A consultant?"

"Yes!"

"And what exactly is your area of expertise? What are your skills?" involuntarily her lips curved into a mocking smile.

"I am very good at reading people. I can tell when someone's lying. And I know everything about Red John's case, everything that was made public that is."

"You can always tell when someone's lying?"

"I can repeat every lie you told me during this conversation."

She stared at him, Jane was so confident it made her uncomfortable somehow. "Mr. Jane everybody likes to play the detective sometimes, I know it probably looks fun to you-"

"Believe me this is not my idea of fun. I can help you, I know I can."

"Okay, you know what? I'll think about it."

"You will think about it?"

"Absolutely" She tried to smile but the look on her face resembled the one from a kid promising to never lie again and crossing their fingers behind their back.

"You're a terrible liar" Jane chuckled at Lisbon's angry face, she pouted her lips just a bit even that she didn't even knew, he thought it was quite charming actually. "Don't worry, good honest people always bad liars"

"Please Mr. Jane I have a lot to do. Can we continue this conversation some other time?"

It was't like her to have a more than two words conversation with a familiar, victim or anyone related to a case that wasn't a cop. She would never even considered the help of one of them much less from a 'psychic'. Why she was still talking to what seemed to be a con man trying to gain some fame was a mystery.

"What are you working on?"

"I told you, an old case"

"Let me take a look at it"

"Are you kidding me?"

The words jumped immediately out of her mouth but she was actually considering it. He was not the kind of guy she would trust on the field, it was clear he didn't like authority and didn't plan to follow the orders of one but yet she trusted him. It was somewhat reassuring to hear he could help her, he seemed to have a solution to everything.

"What? What's the worst that could help?" " He looked at her with a dazzling, amused smile on the corner of his mouth. "You need help and from what I saw you're agents are pretty busy."

She considered it for a minute and then tossed him the file she was reading.

"Okay then" "This are your suspects?" He pointed to the pictures hanging on the board in the middle of her office.

"Yes. Both had motive, neither of them have alibies. Forensics didn't find anything."

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you don't trust the forensics results?"

"I didn't-" She answered in a high voice.

"Right..." "Who was the victim?"

"Anna Martins, a working girl with a long list of clients, no family, few friends"

"Hm" Jane analyzed the photo of the suspects.

"We can place Jonathan Smith, the younger one, in the crime scene. She was killed in her motel room and we have footage of his car entering the parking lot 10 minutes before her time of death and leaving minutes after."

"Wasn't that enough to convict him?"

"We don't really have the footage of him getting out the car, the jury didn't believe he was capable of murder"

"Neither do you"

"I didn't say that."

"Don't worry, I agree with you"

She didn't know why but she felt a little proud of that.

"Did he say what he was doing there?"

"Yeah, he said he never left his car, he was trying to building up the courage to" She hesitated "to say he loved her"

"Oh, the poor virgin"

Lisbon ignored the comment.

"He was a client?"

"In his words, they were 'friends' but she didn't seem to be so fond of him like he was of her."

"What would be his motive?"

"They had a fight a week before her death. There were many witnesses listening to the argument. He said he couldn't stand seeing her doing that anymore, that he could help her and all that" Lisbon talked as if she was telling some tiring old tale.

"I take it she didn't like that very much."

"She told him to get out of her life and that she had a plan so she would never have to work again."

"And what would that plan be?" Jane was intrigued.

"We have no idea."

Jane tapped his finger on his lips.

"What about the older one? What's his motive?"

"He was one of her clients. He's a businessman, a very important one. Married, two children, known as a very conservative man."

"So, to keep appearances?"

"Yes. Also, she texted him two hours before the murder, all she said was that she needed to talk to him."

"I'm pretty sure is not common for a working girl to text important clients, especially when they're married."

"He claims to have no idea of what she wanted and that when he got to her hotel the place was full of cops so he left."

Jane flipped through the pages of their case until he saw a picture.

"This is the girl?" He seemed rather confused.

"Yes, why?"

"How did she die?" "Why do you think he was a client?" He tapped the photo of the grey-haired suspect.

"He was."

"Fine but why?" "What is the, like you call, evidence?"

"For starters he confessed to that"

"Why would he confess to that after killing the girl to hide that information?"

"Maybe he didn't do it"

"We both know he did. We both also know why this case was never solved by the FBI" He looked at her over his shoulder.

"He had no other way, he made deposits to her bank account every month and visited her at least once a week."

"No, it's not that"

"I'll give you a clue"

"A clue? You think you solved the case?"

"I did! And when you solve it and see that I'm right you give me a call"

He handled her the case file. "The clue is:" he whispered close to her, "He was never her client."

Lisbon's mind was coming up with ways to torture him or at least a way to make him stop talking and walking and getting her confused.

"Wait, what?"

"I'm sorry but this is boring. I have to go tuck my daughter into bed and give her mother the time of her life." "It was a pleasure Ms. Lisbon"

"AGENT!" She said loud enough for the whole building to hear, followed by a whisper: "Asshole"

"I heard that!"

Jane crossed the bullpen with a huge smile, as if he just had won a bet. Cho and Rigsby confused looks followed him.

"See you later agents." He continued his way to the elevator.

"Bye sir." Rigsby answered a little late.

"Bye sir?"

"I didn't know what to say, okay?"

Cho rolled his eyes and continued to work on his computer.

…

A furious Lisbon continued to look at the files and analyses the pictures. What could he had seen in there?

She heard a knock on the door, well, maybe it's Rigsby, she would love it if it was him. The door opened, it was Cho. Chicken.

"Boss we received a phone call, is about Anna Martins' case"

….

It was late in the morning Jane was still in bed. He could Angela and Charlotte playing the piano downstairs; He smiled softly and thought about getting up to surprise them.

He sat up in the bed yawning and ran his hand through his hair, he was about to get up when his cell phone rang.

"Yes?" His voice was husky.

"Mr. Jane is agent Lisbon. I want to talk."

BTW if I continue this story I'll definitively try to stay away from cases and focus on Jisbon...