A/N: So, this story isn't particularly in any timeline of the show. I actually was just hit with inspiration and decided to write this. I'm new to the show, so most my history of the people are from wiki and what I've seen of the show so far lol. I've watched some old episodes that come on, and I have watched all the new season and have loved it! So, bear with me please. If anything is incorrect, you can simply PM me or leave a review. As far as I'm concerned this story is AU. I really hope you enjoy it, and I do love the feedback. :)

Title: Red Rooms

Author: Anna Angel

Rating: T-just in case ;)

Status: In Progress

Category: Agnst/Romance/Crime

Characters/Pairings: Jane/Lisbon

Plot: What happens when Red John goes after Lisbon and Jane is left with to deal with it? "Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions." -The ABC Murders (1936).

Disclaimer: No, I do not own "The Mentalist." It is already wonderfully written and if I did Jane and Lisbon would be together by now. Simon Baker would also have his shirt off every other episode ;) The only thing I own is this story and all the grammatical errors, or other errors, that are in this story.

Jane's breath caught in his throat. He looked at the door with the note taped to it. No, not again. Reading the simple note at least two times, Jane quickly barged into the apartment.

Dear Mister Jane,

Missed me? I feared you have forgotten about me. I figured I'd leave you a little reminder. She was lovely by the way.

-Red John

Barging in the door, Jane looked around knowing exactly what he was looking for. Above the bed was the revolting sign. No. Patrick frantically looked around the room. She can't be dead. The sheets were tangled and on the floor. He knew it had been a struggle. That was his Lisbon for you. She was a fighter.

Looking around Jane saw a blood trail. He could feel the nausea in his stomach. He knew this feeling. He'd felt this way before. Slowly, feeling the pain creeping in his chest, he followed the trail expecting to find her body; her dead body. When he reached the end of the blood trail his breathe caught in his throat. He couldn't deny the puddle of blood in front of him, mocking him. Where was she? Had Red John been so cruel as to take the only piece he would have left of her with him? He had to find her.

He frantically began searching the apartment not caring that it was now a crime scene. He knew she had to be somewhere unless Red John really had been cruel enough to take her precious body from him. He searched nearly every room. Since there weren't that many rooms the search didn't take long. He could feel the tears sliding down his face at the cruelty of it all. His chest was tight, and he felt as if he couldn't breathe any longer.

Hearing a small noise, however, made his heart leap with some semblance of hope. Maybe the noise had been his beautifully wonderful Teresa calling out for his help. He didn't even consider that it may have been the perpetrator himself.

Taking off in almost a full sprint, Jane found himself in front of a closet. He quickly opened the closet wishing nothing more than to see his Teresa alive and well. The site that met his bright, sparkling, blue eyes was not quite what he'd hoped.

He knelt down next to the bloody body. God that was a lot of blood. He swallowed thickly before calling 911. "911, what's your emergency?"

Jane looked down at the body and could barely find his voice. "My partner, she's-she's-there's a lot of," he swallowed not quite able to find his words. "Blood, there's a lot of blood." He knelt down next to the motionless body praying, which he never did, that she'd be alright.

"Sir, Sir, we need you to stay calm, okay?" He nodded his head briefly flashing back to a time where the life had been taken; where two lives had been taken. No, he couldn't let that happen to her. "Sir?"

Clearing his throat he thickly replied, "Yes, I'm here. I understand." He put his fingers to her wrist desperately searching for the one thing that would bring him relief, a pulse. "She has a pulse, but it's very low." Before listing off anything else, he quickly told them her address and knew an ambulance was coming. "Come on Teresa," he silently whispered knowing the operator could hear him.

The events that preceded those very words were swift. For Jane, everything seemed to flash by in a blur. He can remember the blinding lights when the ambulance arrived and the medics taking her away. He remembered screaming out for her and being allowed to ride in the back of the ambulance. He knew once they hit the hospital he would have to depart from her. He didn't want to, but want really wasn't an option here.

As they wheeled her away, he collapsed in a waiting chair, or rather was escorted to one when he'd fallen to his knees on the hospital floor. He knew this was always a possibility that this would happen. Red John always took away the ones he loved. He shouldn't have gotten closed to her. He shouldn't have tagged along all these years on her team.

Stressfully, he rubbed his hands through his curly golden hair that now looked like a frazzled mess. If he hadn't been for him she wouldn't have been hurt by that monster. He knew that this was his breaking point with Red John. He would find that sick bastard, if not for himself than for Teresa and for his deceased wife and daughter. Red John would not only die at the hands of Patrick Jane, but he would suffer. Patrick was now sure of that fact.

Weeks, that's how long he'd felt he'd sat there in loathe, not only towards himself, but towards the sick man that did this to Teresa. However, it had only been a few hours, at least the time he'd checked. Apprehension shot through his body as he saw a nurse coming towards him. "Mr. Jane," she hesitantly asked.

TBC