Story Tile: Ghosts From The Past.

Disclaimer: It may kill me to say this but I do not own Patrick Jane, Simon Baker nor the show The Mentalist. If I did however, Jane would never ware a shirt.

Summery: The computer screen went off with a flash of red lights and a soft alarm. Lisbon walked over to Van Pelt and rose an eyebrow "What is it?" She asked. Van Pelt lifted her head up at her "The FBI found a finger print in a murder and kidnapping case that belongs to-.

Couples In Story: Patrick/Teresa | Wayne/Grace | Allison/James | Talli/Zellon | Mason/Quinn

Chapter Three: Ti Amo.

California

CBI Holding Cell

9:15 AM.

Her words filled Jane's mind the next day. Rosso meant red? In Italian, Rosso meant red? Red like Red John. Wait- Was Red John maybe from an Italian family? Or did he just know Italian? He did like mind games so for all Jane knew it was so wherever Charlotte when, her fake name Allison Rayne Rosso reminded her that she was his. She was marked as his. Jane just couldn't figure out why. He never raped Charlotte nor hit or abused her. But why did he feel the need to claim her? But it did make sense somewhat since Red John loved to hurt people.

Jane sipped his tea, his third cup in the past half hour. Van Pelt typed away on the computer. Wayne was in the feel trying to find background info on the Rosso family. Where the fuck did they go? Why did they run? Ah! So many damn things to figure out. And oh four hours of sleep that was pretty damn hard.

Jane looked up from his dark brown leather couch when Van Pelt like out a laugh and ran her fingers through her hair. "Boss, Boss!" The red haired Agent called out to Lisbon in her office. Lisbon came rushing out and stopped at Van Pelt's desk. "Yes?" She asked. "You find anything?" She asked.

Van Pelt nodded "Sure did, Boss." She said. She turned the computer screen a bit for Lisbon and Jane who just walked over to her desk to see.

"As it turns out, last Christmas a Justin Rosso brought in a Allison Ross when she slipped on ice and brown her ankle. But when the hospital and doctor tried to ask anything about Allison's medical history or Justin's, they left. They drove her to a ER 20 miles away to get the leg and ankle cast. Well they hospital still has the security DVD and videos. So we watch them and got a match on 'Justin Ross'." She said.

Van Pelt took a breath while Jane's eye lit up.

Van Pelt sighed softly "We ran it through the date base and found a record. His real name is Cayden Mitchells, born in Noblesville, Indiana to a William and June Mitchells on July 17, 1971. He's got a juvie record when him and his best friend and cousin Samuel Jacobs and Noah Mitchells stole some cash from his mom's wallet and got some beer and took a car for a joy ride then crashed it around a telephone pole on 116th street. He then started to get into tons of trouble after that. After he turned eighteen the courts sealed his records. Right before he left town and headed to New York, he was thought to have killed his friend Samuel Jacobs sister, Polly. She went missed on December 30, 1987. She was fifth teen at the time. The body was never found. But check this out." She said.

She clicked open a CBI window on the computer and showed a photo of a beautiful green eyed brown haired girl about 15.

"This is Polly. The FBI lab aged her to her real age which would be 36 years old as of today." She showed them another picture.

Cho opened up a file of the hospital camera photos and looked at the close up of Mrs. Ross. They all gasp loudly.

Lisbon got wide eyed "So, Justin Rosso is really a kidnapper named Cayden Mitchells who kidnaps his best friends younger sister, Polly Jacobs who is really his wife now, Macy Rosso." She half asked half said.

Jane sighed "Why did he steal the cash?" he asked.

Van Pelt rose a eyebrow "What?" asked.

"Why did Cayden steal the cash? He never did anything like that before it looks like." He said.

Van Pelt frowned a little "His cousin Noah talked him into it." She said.

Van Pelt got wide eyed "Oh god, do you think Noah Mitchells is Red John?" She asked.

The room fell silent.

Lisbon spoke up "Cho, go to the Rosso's last know address and see if you can find anything that might helps us. Old phone numbers, photos anything. Wayne, Go check on Charlotte and make sure she's doing okay. And Van Pelt, do some digging. If Cayden just made himself disappear he probably had help from someone. Also check all his last know alias he has. And do some digging on his cousin and friend Noah Mitchells and Samuel Jacobs. And put a warrant out for Justin Rosso and add his known alias in it. And for Macy Rosso and her known alias names. And tell cops to be on the look out for their daughter, Claire Rosso. See if you can find her real birth papers with her real name on it. Her known birthday is June sixth in the summer of 1993." Lisbon said, a little out of breath.

Lisbon turned to Jane "And you, Go talk to Charlotte. See if she remembers anything from her childhood." She said.

Jane nodded and went to check on Charlotte.

California

CBI Interview Room

9:30 AM.

Jane walked into the room, a fresh hot cup of tea in his hands. He sat at the table and looked at Charlotte, who was dressed in blue scrubs from the hospital and sneakers. Her wild curly hair pulled back in a ponytail, letting the light hit her cheek bones giving her an angelic look.

He sat down and set his blue plastic cup of tea on the table.

He looked at her "I should be freaking out, you know." He said.

She nodded "I know." She whispered.

"But I'm not. Because right now we need to find your friend Claire and her parents." He said.

Charlotte's eyes got wide "Claire! Claire is missing? Oh god, Oh fuc-" Jane cut her off.

"Uh- I'd like it if you didn't swear right now." he said.

She sighed "I bet he killed her. I bet he freaking killed her like he did to Miss. Cane when she tried to contact the police about him." She whispered, eyes wide with panic as she mumbled everything out softly.

Jane froze "Kill her? Why would her parents kill her?" he asked.

Charlotte laughed "Claire isn't the Rossos' real daughter! Duh. Red John kidnapped her for his friend and wife who could have children. She was my friend in preschool. Katharine. Katharine Fort." She said.

Jane looked at Charlotte "I'm sorry but I just uh I'm shocked. Your alive. You've been alive for years." He said.

Charlotte nodded and smiled a bit, a cocky grin pulling on her face. "Well duh." She said.

Jane smiled a bit.

Charlotte tucked a lose strand of hair behind her left ear and looked up at Jane with wide blue eyes.

"Uh-I." She paused.

Jane cocked an blond eyebrow up "Yes?"

Charlotte blushed a little. "One, yes you can ask me anything. I'm not going to freak out on you dude." She said.

Jane leaned forward "And what is number two?" he asked.

Charlotte grinned a sly grin at Jane "Can I have some of your tea?" She asked.

Jane held back a laugh "Sure." he said.

At that moment Lisbon walked in.

She sighed, a look glued on the brown eyed Agents face "Jane, we found Claire." She said.

Jane's face fell.

AN: Okay, maybe I should have made Jane freak out a whole lot more but I didn't. I don't know why! I wasn't going to post a new chapter till Tuesday but since so many of you keep asking for me to post a new chapter I will. The next chapter will be more dramatic as Jane digs into Charlotte's past and what she remembers when she was Allison Rosso. Oh and the tiles name Ti Amo is Italian for "I love you." Review.