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.

WARING: This chapter contains mention of attempted suicide, rape and death. Do NOT read unless you can hand these issues. On a side note: If you know anyone who had tried to kill themselves or wants to or had been raped, please get them help. Tell a parent, teacher-Anyone.

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

Chapter Three: Lie to me.

CBI Interview Room Number Three.

Hallway Five Door Seven.

7:30 PM.

Patrick Jane and Zava James sat in the room together again for the second time within five hours. Zava had since been able to change into normal non-inmate clothes. She wore a loose fitting black V neck tee shirt and jeans that hung low on her slim hips. Her combat boots still lay under her sixteen year old feet.

Her eyes traced the titles on the CBI buildings ceiling. She twisted a strand of her brown hair between her pale, thin fingers and chewed on her bottom lip. All signs of boredom. That or she was nervous. In fact both were very possible at the moment.

Patrick Jane's head cocked to the side, his eyes trying to study the teenager. His eyes then fell onto her wrist. "Zava?" he asked her.

She rose an eyebrow at him then she saw what he was looking at. Her scars. Three of them on her left wrist. She bit her bottom lip "I was the fresh meat. We had male prison guards. Ya do the math, Jane." she whispered.

Jane's eyes got warm and sad. "They raped you, And you tried to kill yourself." he said.

Zava nodded. "I was 15. I lost my best friend Jennifer in a riot at the prison the day before and I was raped. I didn't want to live. Living hurt too much. Most people believe others commit suicide because they are crazy or weak." she said.

Jane grinned a bit "Please who try to kill themselves are not crazy, Zava. They are at the end of the rope and feel like free falling into death is the only choice to stop the pain." he said. "Those look bad, how'd ya make it?" he asked her.

Zava looked up, tears filling her eyes, about to spill over the red rims of her blue eyes. "I-I didn't cut deep enough. A fellow inmate found me in time. Turns out her mom was a doctor in the local ER and she knew what to do to stop the blood from gushing' out." she said.

Jane opened his mouth to speak "Zava I'm so-" she held a hand up.

"Don't be sorry. You didn't send me to prison. Judge Allan P. Karol did. Not you. You have no reason to be sorry." she said.

Jane nodded "Okay."

Zava then looked up at the one way glass window and looked right at Lisbon. "975 East Westen Drive." she spoke. She didn't need to say anything else. She was telling them where she last knew Charlotte was.

Lisbon and Cho rushed to the address.

Zava waited while chewing on her broken, cracked prison painted nails.

Jane just sat across from her, his blue grey eyes full of love.

House Of Unknown Person.

975 East Westen Drive, California.

The next morning.

Present Day.

8:27 AM.

Lisbon and Cho eyed each other. This house was a large ranch by a private area around the beach. The waters were freezing. They had to call in three times the backup then normal. Cops searched, medical teams standing by. It wasn't for hours till they saw a boat. A little motor boat. It was split in two right down the middle. A small puddle of blood was on the bits that hadn't been touched by the water yet.

Lisbon's eyes went wide. "Hello? Anyone?" she searched. "Get the helicopter and search the waters." she demanded. She wasn't leading without a body; Dead or alive.

Others screamed and screamed to see if anyone was out in the waters. It was freezing right now. The cool air putting a chill in the air, forcing Lisbon to shiver through her bullet proof vest, sweater and light weight fall red jacket.

More people screamed as they searched the waters. "Anyone?" Lisbon yelled one last time

A minute or two later, a loud whistling sound fill the air. Lisbon's eyes went wide. "Hello?" she screamed out again. The whistle kept blowing, getting time it getting loud and harder, as if the person was using all they had to blow that thing.

Lisbon pointed from the helicopter "Over there. It looks like a piece of the boat floating." she said.

After a few minutes, two members dived down and came back up with a pale skinned teenage girl, about sixteen or so who wore a white cotton dress. It was strapless and pooled around her ankles. She wore one ballerina slipper in baby soft pink silver white color. They flew back to the land and lifted her off the EMT medical trained people. Lisbon jumped to the ground while they went to land the helicopter.

They got her wrapped in a blanket and the silver one they used to warm people up. They checked her pupils and breathing. One EMT, a blond male in his twenties looked up at Lisbon. "It might be her." he whispered to her.

While they rushed her to the ER, Lisbon called the CBI and told them to bring Jane up. He was in her care, they'd so as she fucking said.

Twenty minutes later, Jane stood in the ER waiting. Moments later, two EMT rushed a pale as milk and cream girl with a tinge of blue to her skin in. Her thick, blonde hair stuck to her head, leaking water under her.

She looked about five feet five or so. Maybe a little shorter.

Once they got her warmed up and in a gown they placed her in the Peds ICU for now till she woke. They knew she sure she wasn't over 18 year, that they knew for sure.

Lisbon walked over "In time Jane. She needs to get better and wake first. We don't know for sure." she whispered to him.

She didn't wake for a whole day. She woke around seven am the next morning. She sat up, gagging. Of course doctors flew in and Jane and Lisbon, who had both slept the night tried to see what was wrong. A male doctor in dark blue green scrubs grinned. "Nothing is wrong. She's fighting the breathing tube because her lungs are working better now and don't need it." he said.

He looked down at the girl, brown eyes soft. "When I say now, blow out as hard as you can, Okay." he said. She nodded and he got them to set a towel and basin up inside she vomited like some did.

He counted "One, two, three-Now!" he said as he pulled the clear, thick yet thin tube out. She coughed and gagged but didn't get sick.

She looked at the doctors, then Jane and Lisbon. "Where is he?" she screamed. She started to get up but they stopped her. "Who?" Lisbon asked.

She spun around to eye Lisbon, blue eyes wild with fear and anger. "Dimitri. Dimitri Vladimir." she said.

"He was on the boat with me." she whispered.

"What does he loo-" she cut her off.

"Bronze colored hair, green eyes, six feet three and he had a tattoo of a raven on his left shoulder. It's huge, ya can't miss it." she said.

Once they nurses, doctors and such left, Lisbon radioed in and then called telling them to keep searching for bodies, one male teenager that might be dead.

The girl sat up, twisting her fingers into her thick curly locks of hair.

Jane stood outside the room, not wanting to leave her. He should be hugging her, getting DNA test done and asking who she was. But for some reason, he couldn't. What if it wasn't her? What if she wasn't Charlotte? What if she was someone else?

Twenty minutes later the doctors gave him the go ahead to talk to her. She sat up in her bed, blue eyes full of worry. She bit her nails.

I'm 16." she whispered.

"My birthday was last week." she mumbled under her breath.

Jane's heart fluttered. "What is your name?" he asked.

"Charlotte." she said, turning her head to look Jane in the eyes.

"Charlotte Anne Jane." she said.

"And you are my father." she said, her voice shaking.

AN: I wasn't sure how to make Charlotte. I didn't want her to be all "Oh god-Daddy!" but I didn't want her to be cold hearted either. Right now, she's in shock. She spent years of her life thinking she'd never know her old life again, her real life, As Charlotte Jane. She's learned to keep calm and get through things. In her world the saying "You can't break a broken heart." fits I guess. Feel free to tell me what ya'll would like to see happen next. Any ideas used get full credit. Oh and I sort of see Charlotte as looking like Hilarie Burton in the face, with slightly more blue green eyes and Taylor Swift's hair from back in 2008 and so, only not so fluffy.