Okay, this is the second last chapter of my first own Mentalist Fan Fiction. I finished the first three season already (once even 12 episodes on one day) and I am really obsessed with Red John. I try to make him realistic to the show and I promise that in any further stories he will be closer to the Red John in the series. But this is a Fan Fiction (I made myself a list and wrote down everything about Red John, divided up into the parts

Analysis of behaviour, development and skills;

Competition to Jane;

His characeter himself and his appearing;

Communication attempts;

Other known aliases;

His killings;

Relations to associates and law enforcement and copycats

I gathered that information with the series, Wikipedia, the Mentalist wikia, the special on the last DVD of the third season and with the help of my friend Sabrina5312 who turned me into a Mentalist fan ;)

Have fun reading it and I haven't got a single review so I'd appreciate if you tell me how you [dis]like my story.

Chapter 10

Jones and Cho sat on the couch where Jane used to sit. They said nothing, just stared into nowhere. They only waited. Finally, Hightower appeared in the office. The two agents looked up without any emotions on their faces.

Hightower took a chair and sat down in front of them. 'I know this has been hard' she started. 'First the murder of Van Pelt and Lisbon's three brothers, then finding out that Rigsby had been working for Red John all along. And then…he tortured Lisbon. Rachel, it's not your fault. You couldn't have prevented this.'

Rachel nodded. She had been found tied up a chair. She had needed an explanation.

'And now, Jane…the doctor called me that he is eating again. But he still hasn't said a single word' Hightower explained. The following days after Cho and Rigsby have found Lisbon dead and Rachel tied on the chair and not able to move, Jane had tried to commit suicide. Rachel had found him in time and now he has been being in the nuthouse for nearly a week.

'Jane is making progress but I think as it's his second time in the psychiatry, it will take longer for him to recover.'

'If he recovers after all' Cho mentioned.

'We have to stay optimistic' Hightower said.

'You didn't lose your whole team' Cho said coldly.

The boss only sighed. 'However, we assume that Red John may still be after you as you build the rest from what is left from Jane's family. We will protect you.'

'Red John has friends. We can't hide from him' Cho said.

'We'll try' Hightower assured him. 'You will enter the Federal Witness Protection Program. Nobody will know where you go and who you will be.'

'I don't want to go into this program. When he comes, he comes. And before I die, I'm going to make his life a hell' Cho replied with a very certain voice.

'Me, too' Rachel whispered.

'I can understand that you are angry. But let me protect you' the boss tried to calm the agents down.

'We don't need any protection. Don't you understand it? You can't run away from Red John. He finds you wherever you are' Rachel said silently. She was very calm and Hightower was surprised how both agents could sit there and staring into nothing. 'Rachel, I can understand what you went through when you saw Lisbon being tortured.'

'No, you don't understand. You weren't there.'

'What about this office, this department?'

'We'll find a new team' Hightower assured.

'I want to stay' Cho and Rachel said at the same time.

Hightower sighed knowing that they wouldn't change her mind anyway. She nodded. 'Cho, you'll be the boss and I'll get you a new team. But I warn you, Red John will find and kill you to. And when he does, remind my words: I told you so.' She stood up and walked away.

'Jane's in the psychiatry' Cho stated.

'Yes' Rachel said silently.

'He doesn't belong there.'

'Didn't you see him when he discovered Lisbon's body. He hasn't said a single word since then.'

'We need him.'

'I know. But I think he won't stay for long in the nuthouse anyway.'

'What do you mean?'

'Red John saved his live once. He plays with him and he doesn't want this game to end just because Jane ended up in the psychiatry.'

'So you propose to get Jane out before Red John does?' Cho asked.

'No, I propose to get Red John when he gets Jane out. Or get him before that' Rachel answered.

Cho was the last person she had to kill before she could finally play with the toy she had waited so long for: Jane. But she didn't want to make it too easy for Cho.

Torturing Lisbon has been so much pain, she wanted to repeat it with Cho, just that he should stay longer alive.

Jane stared at the ceiling. He just stared there into this bright, white light. He still has consciousness, it was different than the time he had spent in the psychiatry eight years ago. The doctors didn't understand him, they wanted to heal him.

But he already was at perfect health. He though, the whole time he sat there, he thought. He thought about how he could kill Red John. Through all the time, he hasn't seen him.

Red John was a coward, he had always killed his friends but never encountered Jane personally. Jane just had to tell him this, challenge him one last time. He had nothing to lose. He needed to get Red John here or himself to him so that it could all end up in a last and final fight with one winner at the end.

The days passed and Hightower visited him once for telling that she wasn't able to persuade Cho and Jones to go under hiding. That was typical, Jane thought. Fighting until the last man was to fall. But he also knew that his only chance to meet Red John was after the death of the two agents.

He was the last step Red John wanted to make. First Cho and Jones had to die. So Jane waited until his day would come and Red John would pull him out of the nuthouse. He was absolutely sure this was going to happen as he wanted the chase to go on.

Red John was as obsessed with Patrick Jane as Patrick Jane was with Red John.

Both knew that and both knew that only one of them could survive.

It was past midnight and everybody was sleeping. Well, Jane was still awake and looked at the ceiling. A car parked in front of the nuthouse. Cho and Rachel stepped out.

'Are you really sure this will work out?' Cho asked doubting their plan.

She just smiled and opened the luggage trunk of the car.

'I don't think we need a gun' Cho mentioned confused. This wasn't part of the plan.

'I know' she sighed and picked up a knife.

'What do you need this for?' Cho asked with no idea what this should mean.

'For you' she answered honestly and turned around quickly.

Before he could react she pushed him on the ground and sat above him. The perfect position to torture someone. Cho tried to escape but the little girl Rachel was much stronger than he had expected.

She laughed.

'What is this about? Leave me go!' Cho screamed.

'I tell you something. I tell you this because I am pretty sure that you won't tell it any further' she said.

He tried to shout for help but they were still too far away from the night guard of the psychiatry.

'You know what, Cho? You never talk much but right now, you scream too much' she hissed in the evil voice she usually had. With all struggle she managed to get his hand in her hand and opened his mouth.

She pressed the knife in it and tried to grab the tongue with her hand. She held his head with her knees so that he couldn't turn around. Then she grabbed his tongue and placed her knife. It were several cuts she needed until she held a glibberish, dark brown thing in her hands. She threw it away and watched how the blood flowed out of Cho's mouth.

She climbed lower on his body so that he could turn around and spit the blood that flew out of his mouth like a waterfall on the ground.

She waited until most of the blood was out of his mouth and she turned his head around. Cho tried to speak but there were only unrecognizable sounds coming out of his mouth. Rachel did what she always did.

She cut open Cho's shirt and trousers and underpants so that the agents lay naked on the ground. She cut a nice, bloody pattern of smiley into his skin. Cho couldn't scream, it hurt so much. She laughed, he couldn't stand his laugh any more.

Then, she stood up and Cho thought that he would be released but she came back with a piece of barbwire in her hands (the fan-fiction of a friend brought me on that idea; I do not own anything). She put it around Cho's neck and pulled the two ends. She waited a bit, then let Cho breathe a bit and repeated the strangulation. She smiled when he saw his face that was full with pain and fear.

There wasn't much light but it was light enough for her to see how much pain this was and light enough for him to see how much fun it was to her. He would have never thought that this little girl was able to be so cruel and psychopathic.

'Oh, I think I haven't mentioned yet. I work for Red John, too' she whispered and pulled the wire again.

He closed his eyes and hoped so much that he soon would be released and that she would kill him. He wished himself death.

But she wasn't about to give him this so fast. She threw the wire back into the car and turned back to her victim. Meanwhile, she was already covered in dark red liquid, too and her face was sprinkled red. She liked to be covered in blood and she liked to lick it from the knife and her skin. The blood of some people just tasted so good. She also used the Glasgow smile on Cho, her preferred torturing method but she only used it after having performed something with the knife because if not, the victim was struggling to much for cutting perfectly.

She looked down on her victim. Cho was crying, something you would never suspect him to. But after torture and close to certain death, you started to get to know people. This is a period, when people always told the truth, always showed who they really were. Rachel breathed deeply. She needed to stay in control, she was very self-disciplined.

Usually, her adrenaline would want her to kill Cho and hurt him more and more. But she stayed calm. It has needed a lot of practice for her to become such a calm and disciplined killer.

She had needed a lot of murders to finally stay calm when the adrenaline rose and the body wanted more, wanted to feel the rush over and over again. It was hard to control, but she learnt it and Red John had helped her to control her desire for killings.

They had done it together, as a perfect team and she always felt honored when he allowed her to perform a killing or even a torture in his order and name. She bent down to Cho's face again.

She knew that he was really hard thinking about what she was going to do next. She smiled seeing how helpless her victim was. She knew that some people just wanted to feel dominant about their victim before they killed it and repeated it therefore. Rachel liked to in charge of the life of the victim but this wasn't the reason for the rush she felt. She just liked to see other people suffering or to make them suffer with her own hand.

It felt so good when blood flew and people screamed hell out of them. She sighed. She took the knife again, continued with de-skinning and de-nailing toenails and fingernails. She had all the time in the world and she took all the time.

At the end, she didn't know how long she has been outside but she guessed something between two and three hours. In this time, Cho had sometimes lost consciousness and Rachel had waited until he came to consciousness again to continue. She felt his pulse, it was low and he was hardly breathing. She smiled seeing what she'd done to this man. It felt good because he had trusted her.

Because she has been his friend, so close and so deadly. Then, she took a single cut through his neck and he was dead forever. She laughed silently about her work and with a lot of effort she managed to put the body inside the luggage trunk of the car.

She looked at herself. She was all dirty and covered in blood. She looked at her watch and noticed that she still had time to get home, have a shower, put on new clothes and get rid of the body.

Actually, Cho and Rachel had planned to enter the psychiatry at night and help Jane to escape but Rachel had a better plan to serve her husband his arch-enemy.

With a great feeling she drove back to the downtown of Sacramento where she then promised her husband to bring him Jane.

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