Stealing Cinderella Chapter 1: Got a secret can I keep it, a mentalist fanfic

Story Tile: Stealing Cinderella.

Disclaimer: We all love these disclaimers, now don't we? Any who; I, Do NOT own the TV show "The Mentalist". I however do own all people I make up for this story.

Summery: "It was a white silver I think and had a rose on the front of it. She told me my father, Red John, had killed her mother. The poor child was covered in her mothers blood from holding her. Blood was all over her, smeared on her pink and purple pony nightgown. I never saw her again till right before I came in here, I was fourteen at the time. The last thing she ever told me was her real name. She asked me to never forget it, to keep her soul again. She said her name was Charlotte. Charlotte Anne Jane." Zava said.

Chapter One: Got a secret, Can I keep it.

Kaneville Juvenile Detention Center.

California.

Block A Dorm three Cell nine.

Millions of eyes scanned the halls of the juvie center. Some searching for hope, others for love. But they all had one thing in common. They all lost a piece of their soul the day they stepped through those bus doors and into this fucking hell hole.

The center is a all female inmate and ran center. It held 3,000 female inmate between the ages of 13 to 18. It was the best state run center in all of the state of California. Which mean it fucking sucked in short terms.

A girl in a blue jumpsuit walked down the halls, her hands cuffed together at her waist. Her limp, fizzy brown blonde hair hung on her shoulders, tickling her back as she walked. She prison boots in black with the knotted ties thumped as two female guards, Alice Maes and Janine Hallway lead her down the stinky, paint chipping prison hallways.

Her green blue eyes looked soulless. She was sixteen. And her mind was half gone. She was shoved through a room door and seated in a metal chair across the table from two people; One female one male.

The female nodded to the taller, more prettier grey eyes brown haired guard. "Thank you Miss. Maes." she spoke, her eyes scanning the girl up and down.

The female inmate cocked her head to the side. "Agent Lisbon. What do you what?" she spoke softly.

Lisbon sighed a bit "I'm here to inform you that your father is de-" She got cut off.

"I already know my father is dead. I do not fucking care. He's a god damn monster who almost murdered my mother seconds after I was fucking born. I couldn't care any fucking less. Let that bastard rot six feet under the dirt. Let the devil take his soul for a ride on the dark side. I don't care." she said.

Lisbon sighed again and racked her fingers through her brown hair. "Tell us what you wish. I came here because you requested it." she said.

The girl laughed a bit. "He's dead. Which means I can share this little secret I've been keeping since I was a little girl." she said. "Charlotte Jane." she spoke after a long, pregnant pause.

The name caught Lisbon's ears and the thirty five year old Agent rose an eyebrow at her "Yes? What about Miss. Jane. She was murdered years ago." she said.

The teenager laughed again, this time it was darker, more evil.

"She's alive." she said softly.

Lisbon almost jumped out of her seat.

"Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you say, Miss. James." she asked her.

The girl rose an eyebrow at her as Lisbon nodded to the guards to take her away. As they got to the door she twisted her head to looked at Lisbon. "You know why you should believe, Agent Lisbon. Because of who my father is." she hissed out, a wild animal within showing in the sixteen year olds blood and DNA.

As she left the man turned to Lisbon. FBI Agent Joshua Kayden Pallen. He was assigned to help Lisbon out while they dealt with the whole Jane murdering Red John in a public place thing and deal.

"What's she mean by who her father is, Agent Lisbon?" he asked.

Lisbon's eyes turned cold as she turned to leave, over her should she called out to Agent Pallen. "Red John is Miss. James biological father." she said as she left.

The man stood there, speechless.

It wasn't two or three hours later when Lisbon was chatting with the girl again. This time her face was wearing a new mark; A long gash down her left cheek, crusted on dried blood glued to the pale skin of the teenaged girl.

Lisbon's mother side showed for a second, a flick of worry flashing in the Agent's blue grey eyes. "What happen?" she asked her.

She sighed a bit "Lunch fight. Nothin' I ain't got before, Agent Lisbon." she said.

Lisbon nodded to the seat across the same table from her. "For the record, state your name and date of birth." she said as a lawyer; her lawyer came in. "Agent Lisbon. I told you not to speak to Miss. James till I was here." the older lady scorned the Agent.

Lisbon's face read of no regret. She turned back to the girl and rose an eyebrow. The lawyer nodded her on to answer Lisbon.

Lisbon hit a record button on a table player while FBI Agent Pallen walked through the interview room glass.

The girl shook her hair out of her face and sighed softly. "My full name?" she asked. Lisbon and the lawyer nodded.

"Zava Kaylee James. Born on October 19th, 1994 at nine oh three am in New York City, New York." she said.

Lisbon nodded "Please state your parents full names." she said.

She cleared her throat and started again. "Lianna Marie James and Alexander Marlows Kashlin." she said. The lawyer rose an eyebrow at her but nodded for her to keep going. Lisbon smiled a bit "Miss. James, please state your fathers alias." she spoke louder.

"Red John. The murderer." Zava said, her voice shaking now.

Lisbon nodded "Please state for the record, what you told me in our meeting at six thirty this morning." she said.

Zava yawned and licked her pale, orange colored dry and cracked lips. "I said I knew for a fact that Charlotte Jane is alive." she said.

Lisbon leaned forward "How do you know this, Zava?" she asked, being kinder and softer with the poor child.

Zava grinned a bit "I met her. I was just a little older then her and I was living with my mama, Lianna Marie James but I was forced to spent time with my "father" Red John. I hate him. I saw what he did, what he was, a monster." she said, spiting out the words like they burned her mouth, like pure poison from a hissing, wiggling snake or something.

Zava's face twisted with her childhood memories and flashbacks to her childhood years. "It was the middle of the night. Maybe two am or so and I woke to the sound of crying and screaming. I crawled off the couch where I was sleeping and saw him, Red John, carry in a tiny little girl. She was about eight or nine. She had thick, long golden, honey blonde curls and sea blue grey eyes. Her skin was like milk and cream, It glowed in the dark, I remember that much. She wore this-this locket around her neck." she said, touching her left hand to her chest.

"It was a white silver I think and had a rose on the front of it. She told me my father, Red John, had killed her mother. The poor child was covered in her mothers blood from holding her. Blood was all over her, smeared on her pink and purple pony nightgown. I never saw her again till right before I came in here, I was fourteen at the time. The last thing she ever told me was her real name. She asked me to never forget it, to keep her soul again. She said her name was Charlotte. Charlotte Anne Jane." Zava said.

Lisbon turned to the one way glasses and said one line. Just one, simple yet powerful line.

"Go get Jane-Now!" She said.

AN: Yeap, I know tons of these have been done but I just HAD to write this one. I'll post another chapter this week, hell who knows maybe tomorrow. Anywho, reviews make me write faster. They make chapters longer too. Review. Please? Pretty please. Reviews make me smile.