Disclaimer-The Mentalist and all characters aren't mine (if they were, the show would never have been picked up) Got the basic idea of the story from a forum.

Summary:Red John has a new obsession. Grace Van Pelt

RED JOHNS RUBY FASCINATION

It was a normal day at the CBI headquarters. Well, normal in the sense that they didn't have a case to work on. Jane was lying on his couch, seemingly asleep. Cho and Rigsby had gone out to get some food. Lisbon was in a meeting with Minelli, and Grace was typing away on her computer.

Grace was pretty bored, doing paperwork could do that. She considered saying something to Jane, to see if he was really asleep. She considered it for about a second, than decided against it. The guy needed some peace.

A IM message board pooped up on her screen. She frowned slightly, must have accidentally pressed a button, or something. She moved the mouse to click the X, when she saw that the name in the left corner. Blood drained from her face.

"Jane!" Grace almost yelled. He jerked straight up, quickly blinking away sleep.

"Wh.. What? Got a case?" He mumbled incoherently.

"Get over here now!" Grace sounded frightened, on the verge of panic. Sleep was driven away from Jane with a sudden rush of adrenaline, and he rushed over to her desk. Whatever made Grace scared was going to be pretty bad.

He leaned down and saw the name on the message, Dr. Joe N.H.

"You are different." Jane read the message out loud, while Grace put a trace on the message, and called Lisbon. "I have been watching you, and you have impressed me."

Jane reached down and typed, "What do you want?" A new message appeared.

"Hello mister Jane. I guess privacy was too much to hope for. So let me answer you now, and for all the others in the CBI. She is MINE, and all your efforts to keep me away from her will be in vain."

"Who?" Jane typed, automatically, not expecting an answer. But one did come.

"Who's computer are you on?" And then the link was lost. Jane turned to Grace.

"Did you get a location?" he asked, his voice was hoarse, barley more than a whisper.

"No. Not enough time. What did he mean?" Grace had an idea, but she wanted Jane to tell her she was wrong. He looked pale, almost like he was going to throw up.

"Red John is after you."