Hello! Thank you to all for reviewing the last Chapter! I know it's really short but it's just my take on Red John's childhood and how he grew up when he was left by his daddy. The next few chapters will be the flashbacks of his life as a child and his relationship with his new family! Oh by the way, the normal writing is the present while the Italics are the past! Just to let ya know!

Disclaimer: Nope I don't own em. Sorry!

The Darkening Hour: A Red John Story.

I put my foot on the first step of his staircase, my other foot slowly following. I feared there might be a dodgy step that might creak so I did my best to go as slow as possible. One foot slowly after another. The voices became louder and realised it was coming from the door directly in front of the staircase.

The Wavy haired woman nodded, smiling at me as I looked in her bright green eyes. She seemed like a nice mom. She held out her hand and I stared blankly at it as my bottom lip upturned. "Would you like some cookies and milk?" she questioned and my eyes lit up at the thought.

"Yes please!" I nodded watching as Teresa ran out the door and grabbed my hand which was still throbbing from what my Daddy did to me. It had been like that for the last few weeks now, becoming really painful to use. I winced at the hand contact and the grip she held on my hand but said nothing. They might kick me out if I made a big commotion about it. I didn't want that to happen.

"C`Mon John lets go to the kitchen!" she said excitedly dragging me after her. The inside of their home was really old fashioned. It was a nice old fashioned but it looked like the house my uncle Jim lived in, before he was killed. They had really big pine French doors that led into the massive kitchen and dining room and wood flooring. A man sat at the dining table reading a Newspaper, while drinking something.

"Daddy this is John!" Teresa grinned, as the older man looked over the top of his newspaper, reading the sports sections no doubt and snorted.

"Dave, try and be a little more enthusiastic towards the kids. This is John Hotchner" Teresa's mom scolded as she walked in after us and began to dry some glasses with a tea towel, while I gazed at Teresa. She had to be one of the prettiest girls I had ever met until I was pulled from my trance when two guys ran into the room, sounding like a herd of elephants.

I smiled politely at them and they looked at me like I was a piece of dirt. "Who are you?" one of them snarled and Teresa nudged him in the ribs.

"I'm John Hotchner" I replied, feeling my back begin to ache like hell.

"Hotchner?"

"Uh huh" I nodded, looking down at my hands as one of them messed up my hair.

"Eddie quit it!" exclaimed Teresa, standing up and shoving her older brother against the wall. "Stop it now! We have guests have a little respect would you?" she yelled, until her mom separated them and she crossed her arms and sulked.

"Teresa please behave"

"It wasn't my fault! He started it!" she shouted, grabbing two cookies from the plate and taking me by the hand and bringing me up to her room. Inside, I was feeling both proud and honoured to have someone stand up for me like that. I never had someone like that in my life...only hotch, but I couldn't be sure if he`d still be breathing by tomorrow.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. I began to hear a piano come for the room. One of the women was a pianist. I unfolded the piece of paper from my pocket and stuck it up on the door, knowing I couldn't be heard from the noise coming from the piano. I read over my fine typing skills, watching as the words sank deep into my heart. Knowing he would feel dread and fear once he read it. Knowing a simple sheet of A4 paper could change someone's life forever. Maybe I should take it down and leave...and forget what he said. But he made a mockery of me on live TV and shouldn't get away with that! He wouldn't be the one living in embarrassment every day of his life! For that Patrick Jane had to pay, and the only way to do that was to take from him the one thing he loved apart from his fame and fortune, His lovely wife and child.

Dear mister Jane,

I do not like to be slandered by the media, especially by a dirty money- grubbing fraud. If you were a real psychic instead of a dishonest little worm, you wouldn't need to open the door to see what I've done to your lovely wife and child.

This meant revenge.

The Darkening Hour: A Red John Story.

I hope this satisfied you lot! I know it's really strange and unrealistic and short but I got more reviews for the first chapter than I thought I would! Honestly, I thought I was going to get a big `0` but you guys did review and I really do appreciate that!

Lemme know whatcha thought of this one ok? Thank you, I love you guys!

~JNS x =P