Story Tile: Stealing Cinderella.

Disclaimer: We all love these disclaimers, no don't we? Any who; I, Do NOT own the TV show "The Mentalist". I however do own all charters I make up for this story.

Summery: "It was a white silver I think and had a rose on the front of it. She told me my father, Red John, had killed her mother. The poor child was covered in her mothers blood from holding her. Blood was all over her, smeared on her pink and purple pony nightgown. I never saw her again till right before I came in here, I was fourteen at the time. The last thing she ever told me was her real name. She asked me to never forget it, to keep her soul again. She said her name was Charlotte. Charlotte Anne Jane." Zava said.

Couples In Story: Jane/Lisbon | Cho/Riley | Raiden/Charlotte | Jonathan/Zava | Liam/Marianna | Nicholas/Rosalie | Edward/Quinn

Chapter Two: Hanging by a moment.

County Jail House.

Cell seven door three block F.

1:00 Pm.

Patrick Jane sat in his tiny jail cell alone. After all; that's what you did when you housed a murderer-Right? His sea blue grey eyes shined under the dim jail house lights. He wore a orange jumpsuit and army style boots. His curly locks of blond hair shined with body grease from the jail house not having any soap for him to use. His flipped his deck of cards again, flipping them over by himself when a knock came to his cell door and he could hear the crunching noise of a key being jammed into the rusty lock.

The door swung open and there stood a black haired brown eyed FBI Agent. How could he tell? Who else would pay to have a suit tailored for him? FBI , It had to be. Jane rose an eyebrow at him and grinned "Sir! Nice to see you. Now who are you?" he asked, smirking wide at the FBI Agent.

Agent Pallen stepped into the cell "Mr. Jane. Come with us." he said as a cop stepped inside and cuffed Jane's hands in front of him. A confused look flickered across the mans face.

"What's going on? I don't have any court dates till next month." he said, a flash of panic rising in the inmate.

Agent Pallen, who stood at six feet four inches towered over Jane's slim body frame. His eyes got hard for a moment. "As ordered by Agent Lisbon, her boss and three court Judges in the county, you are being released into the care of the CBI in till your hearing on September 7th, 2011." he said.

He and the cop grabbed Jane by his arms and almost dragged the man out of his cell. As he was escorted down the hallway, other inmates cheered. "Go to hell, Jane!" one yelled. The other growled at the FBI Agent. One laughed like a child on speed.

Jane was then sat down in a chair in the medical ward of the jail house and a needle jammed into his left arm. The doctor, Dr. Janice Luams took three single glass tubes of blood and packaged them all up to go in a cooler. She handed them to another cop who had followed Jane, the male brown haired cop and Agent Pallen in. He nodded to the FBI Agent and stood behind them as the nurse placed a band aid on Jane's arm.

Jane was then lead to a FBI issued van and placed in the back. His head hurt from sleeping on a thin as freaking paper padded jail house bed, his arm stung from the blood they just took and his heart was pounding with panic.

"Hey, fellows look if you wanted my DNA to see how I can be so charming you should have just asked." he said, a cocky grin tugging it's way onto the mans face.

Jane sat in the van for thirty nine and a half minutes before they pulled up to the back of the CBI building.

They pushed the van doors open and out and lead Jane down the three steps, his body just a bit shaky from the blood loss from the blood draw they took. Why they needed his blood he didn't know.

Jane was lead to a CBI interview room and un-cuffed. He sat there for five minutes before Lisbon walked in.

Lisbon smoothed her black dress slacks down and stood a seat across from Jane. It took him a few seconds but he saw it. Just a shimmer but it was there. She knew something. Something important, that he needed to know now.

Lisbon opened her mouth to speak then closed it. She cleared her throat and leaned on the cool, silver metal table. "She agreed to talk to us, Jane." she spoke after a long pause.

Jane's eyes lit up. "Zava James? She agreed to talk to you-us?" he asked. She nodded again.

"I met with her this morning." she spoke softly.

"Well? What did she tell you! Come on Lisbon, don't hold out on me." he said.

Lisbon's eyes sparked for a moment. "Jane." she said.

He paused "What? Did something happen?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Well-What?" he yelled.

"She said Charlotte is alive."

Jane's face fell. "No, No. My daughter is dead Lisbon. I saw her. I saw what he did to her! I buried her years ago, Lisbon. No way in hell is she alive!" he shouted.

The two cops outside the door started to step in, to calm Jane or take him away but Lisbon held a hand up and shook her head no.

They nodded and went back to standing there like frozen cop humans.

He sighed again. "Let me talk to her, Lisbon." he said. She shook her head.

"Jane, she's a inmate was a juvie center. You had been charged with murder, I can't do that Jane I just, I can't." she spoke again.

His blue grey eyes read of sorrow and sadness. "Please Lisbon, please." he said. "It's my one chance to know the whole story." he begged. "Please." he asked again, his voice softer.

At two thirty he saw her. He saw Red John's daughter. She had limp, light brown hair and green eyes that looked blue in the lighting. Her skin was pale and white from years of not being in the sun for long periods of time. She was lead down the hallway to the interview room. She wore a female prison jumpsuit that was three sizes to big for her size four body frame. She wore dirty, mud covered prison boots in black and brown.

She was forced to sit down in a metal chair at the table and her cuffs taken off. One end left on her left wrist the other cuff locked onto the metal bar on the table to make sure she didn't make a run for it.

Jane, now in normal human clothes of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie and white tennis shoes sat across the table from her while Lisbon stood in the corner to make sure everything went well and to plan.

Zava lifted her head, body ready to fight then she saws Jane's face and her eyes got wide. "Oh my god. Y-Your him." he said.

Jane of course though she meant the man who killed Red John. She didn't.

"Yes, I am. Now Zava-" she cut him off.

"You look like her." she spoke, her voice softer now.

His body froze "W-What?" he asked.

"Charlotte. You look like her or well rather she looks like you but you get the point. She has your hair color and eyes." she said.

Jane's eyes went soft and cold at the same time. "Tell me why." he said. Zava frowned.

"Why what, Mr. Jane?" she asked.

"Why you went to prison." he spoke again.

"Didn't you read my criminal record? I got charged on five different counts of possession of cocaine with intent to distribute." she said.

He nodded. "Ah. Yes but why. You went to prison at age 14 almost 15. If you had been a real criminal you would have started at a much, much younger age say seven or eight." he said.

She froze. Her eyes went wide and sweat covered her palms. She saw her answer bright as days. It was painted all across her face.

His eyes went even softer. "You did it to get away from him, didn't you? Your father, Red John." he said.

"No many how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breath." he spoke. "You would do anything to get away from him. Even if they meant giving up your whole life and going away to prison. You wanted-" he paused to think of the right words.

"You wanted to try and save your soul why you still had a chance." he said, whispering softly.

Zava nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Do you know the last thing Charlotte said to me? I was arrested the next day. I never saw her after this. She said to me." she paused to remember the words.

"She said 'No matter how many deaths that I die I shall never regret meeting you. No matter how many lies I live I will never forget my past." and then I never saw her again" she said.

He let his grin drop. "No-No. That's a lie, Zava James. That is the second to last thing she said to you, tell me the truth, Zava." he spoke.

She licked her lips and sighed yet again. "Her last words to me where what made me see I needed to help myself before I was lost, Like my father. He was too far gone to be saved-But I wasn't." she said.

He nodded "What were her last words, Zava?" he asked again.

"She said to me 'Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right? " and then I never saw her again, Mr. Jane. I swear on my mama's life!" she said.

"Zava, help me find Charlotte. Help me find my daughter." he almost begged her.

Zava nodded. "Okay. But you must do something for me first, Mr. Jane." she said.

He nodded "Yes-Anything!" he said. "What is it you want, Miss. James?" he asked.

"Promise you'll never let me end up like my father, Red John. Promise me." she spoke softly.

Jane nodded. "I promise you, Zava. I promise." he said softly.

She nodded and held her free hand out. He clasp him around her hand and they shook on it.

"It's a deal." they said together.

AN: See that? A new chapter posted less then twenty four hours after the other. Reviews really do make me update faster. Review. Review oh and review! Please? They make me do my happy dance. And smile. And write more and faster.