Hey there. This gave me a little more trouble than I anticipated, I've never written anything from his POV so I was a little worried. I was going for functioning insanity with a slightly sinister edge. Let me know how you think I did. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and all the people who added me to their alerts, you guys are the best.

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Plans

A man in an elegant grey suit sits at a large mahogany desk, twirling a letter opener in one hand a telephone held to his ear by the other. The décor of the room matches the elegance of his suit all dark paneling and rich fabrics. One wall is entirely made up of glass windows; the people walking by on the streets below could stand and watch the elegant powerful creature in his habitat if they were so inclined. Like a tiger on display at the zoo, all indolent grace, coiled danger, poised to strike, the barriers lulling them into a false sense of safety until it was too late. He smiled if only they knew how apt the metaphor was.

He finished the conversation putting down the phone with a satisfied smile on his face, "So he was back, huh?" He briefly wondered if that Frye woman had let anything slip. Doubtful, these days he more often used his power, charm and wealth to get what he wanted but he didn't mind, when the occasion called for it going back to his roots, using fear to motivate. And Kristina Frye had been well and truly motivated, terrified in fact. He was sure she'd stuck to the story. She'd left because she was scared of him, it was the truth after all, what she'd been instructed to leave out was the fact that he had told her to leave or he would filet her slowly. He'd even provided a helpful itinerary for her, he'd wanted Patrick Jane occupied and out of the way for a nice long while. Taking care of the old lady for her had been a bonus for a job well done. She hadn't asked him too but she hadn't refused her sudden windfall either.

When he'd suggested that she disappear he hadn't had a particular plan in mind, other than to make Patrick Jane suffer. He figured he could always go back and clean up that loose end later if he needed to. But apparently he'd been wrong about how attached to the "psychic" Mr. Jane was, he'd bounced back from her disappearance surprisingly quickly. Then he'd realized that might have something to do with the petite brunette agent the blonde man spent most of his time shadowing. He'd kept an eye on them, a vague plan forming in the back of his head. When they spent the night together it had suddenly became clear in his mind. He would use Jane greatest weaknesses against him, his quest for revenge, his towering ego, his refusal to trust or accept help from the people around him and most of all his growing feelings for the woman he worked with, his boss, Teresa Lisbon. After that he just had to let some information slip and watch as it filtered back to Mr. Jane, waiting for him to take the bait to put his plan into motion.

He'd planned on waiting until Jane was away and occupied and then killing the tough and tiny woman, putting her on display for Patrick Jane and the rest of the CBI to mourn over. "Saint Teresa" Patrick Jane's own personal martyr, it would break him to have failed another woman he loved. But first he had to get to her. She was a fierce woman and fiercely guarded, it seemed the two male agents on her team had taken it upon themselves to look after her in Mr. Jane's absence. He'd planned carefully using his charm and connections to get an introduction, things had been going well, he'd been nearly ready to strike until some new information had come to light. It wasn't his fault the plan had to change but part of being a good predator is adaptability and he is the best. He thought he'd gotten his ultimate revenge all those years ago, when he'd watched her bleed out slowly while telling her all the wonderful things he had in store for her husband. But watching him lose it when he came home and found them, it had been better than he'd imagined and it had given him an idea, made him change his plans. Jane blamed himself for their deaths drove himself to the point of insanity with guilt. This, however, this would be even better.

He was getting tired of always winning, the game had lost its excitement, and it was time to end it. Before he'd planned on destroying everything Patrick Jane held dear, all those connections he'd made despite his best efforts to remain aloof, Teresa Lisbon and the rest of his little CBI team friends wiped out in one great bloody finale. Then he'd ride off into the sunset leaving Patrick Jane behind, a broken man, never finding the man who took everything he loved, never getting his revenge. Now however he had a better idea. He would take instead, he would take from Patrick Jane everything he'd had taken from him and he would tell Jane about it, how he was once again losing everything to the same man as before and then he would kill him.

His contemplations done, he stood brushing some imaginary specks off his slacks, he reaches over and picks up his phone once again. "Hello, Matilda. I need you to move back my 1:00 o'clock and hold my calls for an hour or so. Yes, I thought I'd surprise her for lunch. I'll tell her you said so. Thank you." Once more giving a satisfied smile he grabs his keys and his coat and walks out the door.

So were you guys able to guess it was Red John from this? I was trying to portray a brilliant madness, cunning and evil but with enough charm to hide it. Did I pull it off? As before feel free to speculate as to his identity and plot points in the reviews. Thanks for reading, please review.