A/N: My God, reviews are like crack: the more I get, the more I want to write of this story. I check, like, three times a day to see if I have any new ones, even when I haven't posted a new chapter. Pathetic, yes, I know.

Anywho, I want to send a shoutout to someone; trouble is, I can't remember who. Somebody wrote a Mentalist fanfic where Lisbon shouted "fuck" because the writer said that hearing Robin Tunney say it in a movie called "The Craft" was awesome. So, naturally, the other day I looked it up. Found the whole thing on YouTube; lucky me. Well, whoever made the inadvertent recommendation, my eternal kudos; that was an AWESOME movie. The end with all the bugs and stuff was creepy (it was two AM, so I skipped through that part) but seeing young Tunney was seriously cool. I even screencapped a part where she's wearing the same raised-eyebrow smirk that she does in The Mentalist; I'll post a comparison picture somewhere and give you the link.

Habeous Corpus, the mock audition went great; everyone thought the good was actually good and then the bad one I did for an example was hilarious. PhoenixWytch, that's an interesting question; I know that the serpent will strike again, maybe fatally, but who will get to "cut off its head" is still up in the air. To everyone, please excuse my creepiness in this chapter; it had to be first person and I tapped into every instance of serial killer I've ever seen for inspiration. Confused? You'll see…Also, Nemosyne is pronounced Nuh-maw-seh-knee.

Disclaimer: If I owned The Mentalist, Lisbon's middle name would be Sarah and she would be able to levitate Jane off his couch by muttering "light as a feather, stiff as a board".

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Cho and Jane arrived at Geoffrey's apartment, about fifteen minutes from headquarters, and were not at all to find that he lived in a slightly run down tenement building. The apartment itself was none too impressive; a main room with a futon that pulled out to form a bed, a bathroom off to the side, and a separate kitchen area. They were surprised however, to find the place completely spotless, except for the kitchen, which looked like it had just performed a modern day rendition of feeding the 5000.

"Okay, he's definitely hiding something here." Jane said, digging around in the kitchen while Cho searched through the armoires and drawers in the main room.

"Why do you say that?"
"Well, his house is completely clean. Obviously, he's done something (or things, perhaps) suspicious and has had to clean up after himself. He didn't bother with the kitchen, though, because finding knives and such there is commonplace- aha!" Jane ended with a triumphant laugh, waving the brown notebook for Cho to see.

"Where was it?"

Jane opened the drawer all the way to show a random assortment of twines and ropes.

"Under these."

"What does he need all this rope for?" Cho asked, picking up a handful, "There must be a hundred different kinds in here."

"Strangling the girl who snubbed him, perhaps?"

They threw all the rope into a bag with a knife they found in the bottom of the same drawer. On the way back to headquarters, Jane cracked open the journal.
"You really shouldn't be-"

"Messing with logged evidence, yada, yada, yada, I know. Come on, what harm could it do to take a peek?"

He flipped to the entries from the past week. They were dated, but only with the day of the week. Jane marveled that the thoughts themselves were convoluted, but that the spelling and grammar revealed careful, sane writing.

Monday

God, she's pretty. And she keeps ignoring me. Always, always, always ignoring me. And I just stare at her. She's pretty. And her name…it just rolls right off the tongue…Madelynn Marsters, Madelynn Marsters, Madelynn Marsters…killer legs, too. But she keeps ignoring me. I don't know why she won't sleep with me anymore. Best lay I've ever had. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever had. And she won't even talk to me. Maybe she's still mad that I slept with that other girl. But that wasn't my fault; she came onto me! That's how I found out about Nemosyne…beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Nemosyne. Still hazy, that night, but she let me buy enough of it to make me a regular Casanova.

Wednesday

Damn. Damn. Damn. I really screwed up with Lynn. She got me really mad and I started telling her things I shouldn't. Bad things. So I had to use it on her. And too much. Almost an overdose. Almost. She doesn't remember me at all. Convinced her I was a secretarial assistant at the hospital. Oh, well, screw her. I've got my eyes on her roommate now. Sonia Keating. So-ni-a. Beautiful name. Killer legs, too. We're going on a date tonight, to the French restaurant on 38th and Pine. Their coq-au-vin is absolutely marvelous. Maybe I'll get lucky with this one.

Saturday

I need a psychic or something, 'cause my luck is utter crap these days. Sonia's been dating me for all of three days and suddenly she dumps me. And she was better than Lynn. Can't have that. I followed her home today, and Lynn punched me in the jaw. I almost cut her right there, but can't have that. Can't have that. I'll have Sonia later. I will. I will.

Sunday

Found a new one today. And, hell, is she pretty. We're going to dinner at Le Bon Fils tonight, and I can't wait to get her home. I'll even pull the Nemosyne if I have to. I can't control myself. Maybe it's that I'm literally flirting with danger, her being a cop and all, with everything I've done. But she's got killer legs, and you know I can't resist that. And her eyes…mmm, you're mine, Teresa Lisbon.

Monday

I'll kill him. I'll kill Patrick Jane. I'll absolutely murder him. Tear his heart out with my bare hands and string him up for the world to see. He took her! He took her from me! I had her! She was all set to go home with me, and he showed up and took her away! Oh, I'll kill him. The minute I get a chance, he's dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead…

Jane swallowed. Oh, no.

"What's up? Find anything?" Cho asked as they pulled into the CBI lot.

Jane nodded, put the journal back in its evidence bag, and handed it to him. Cho paled; the first time Jane had ever seen it.

"That bad, huh?"

"That bad." Jane replied