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 Four: Sweet and Bitter.

California

CBI Interview Room

2:00 PM.

Jane slowly stood up and looked down at Charlotte who just stared at the table with wide wet blue eyes. She knew. He knew she knew. And she knew he knew she knew. Jane slowly waked to the door "Be right back." he spat out slowly and softly. His legs felt like jello. His mouth tasted like cotton. And he felt dizzy. Within less then a week he found out his daughter, Charlotte was alive. Went home and screamed and cryed for a while till it hit him; That was good. His daughter was alive. She lived through years of hell and pain but she made it. She was alive. Jane shut the door to the interview room softly with a light thud and looked at Lisbon.

Lisbon licked her lips "Jane, A patrol car found Claire on the side of the road by the interstate exit heading near Washington. She's alive. Barely. Her throat was halfway slit, damaging her larynx. She was also shot once, in the leg near her thigh. She had a couple nasty cuts and wounds on her too. She's getting air lifted to the near by hospital, which is Bethany Grace Hospital I believe, downtown. I sent Van Pelt and Cho to wait there with her for a while." She said.

Jane stood there and after a minute or two slowly nodded. "I- Uh. Okay. " He said.

Lisbon's face fell a bit "Jane- We need to talk to Charlotte. Ask her what she remembers about her time with Red John and or his friends. She might be able to help us, Jane. I'll understand if you want me to something else to do it." She said.

Jane shook his head no. "No, I'll do it. I want to make sure she's okay. Having a voice she's heard from before she was taken will help her mind remember better." he said.

Lisbon nodded and smiled a bit, touching a hand to Jane's shoulder "If you have to stop at anything time or want us to stop listening in through the glass window, just say so, Okay." She said.

Jane nodded "Okay." he said as he walked back into the room.

Charlotte stood in front of the glass window where on the other side of it, Agents and cops stood watching her and Jane talk. She had pulled her thick hair down from her ponytail and now it looked curly as ever. Now thick curly but more elegant curly. She didn't move, just kept staring at herself in the mirror. "Is Claire dead?" She asked.

Jane took a seat and shook his head no "No. She was badly injured but she's being taken downtown to a near by ER." He said.

Jane sighed softly "Charlotte. We need to talk. About your past. About what you remember." He said.

Charlotte sat back down "I don't want to remembered." She whispered softly.

Jane's eyes got soft "I know Charlotte, I know." He said, voice soft and soothing.

California

CBI Interview Room

2:30 PM.

Jane dimmed the lights in the CBI interview room and had gave Charlotte some tea to calm her down. He looked at her "Ready?" he asked.

The blonde teenager nodded "Ready." She said.

Jane took a deep breath "What happen the night you were taken, Charlotte?" he asked.

Tears had already formed in the teenagers eyes before she even got a answer out "I-I was playing with my Barbie's. Mom was yelling at me because I cut the hair off the brown haired one I named Jasmine. We heard a crash and she went to see what it was. When I heard her scream I hid inside my closet but he found me. When I looked in the master bedroom, mom was dead. And he held this nasty smelling stuff on a clothe over my mouth. It smelled weird like well kind of sweet and bitter I guess." She said.

Jane nodded, understanding how come no one heard Charlotte scream for help. Red John had drugged the eight year old with a chemical. He nodded for her to go on.

Charlotte took a deep sharp breath and sighed softly "I remember waking up in a car that came to a stop after a while. I was picked up and taken inside a house or apartment. I'm not sure which. I was taken to a room in a basement I think. Because it was damp and cold. And it smelled weird. Musty. Like a bathing suit you leave out to dry over night and the next morning it's still slightly damp. The room had no windows and the door had a pad lock on it. I was gave a bottle of water and a ham and cheese sandwich. He left me there for days I think. Maybe two days. I remember because I ran out of water by the next night. My stomach hurt really bad from having no food to eat. When he came back he had a bag of food from a place. McDonalds maybe, or Burger King. Maybe White Castle. He had blood all over him. On his shirt, his jeans. His hands and his face. He washed over and put another girl in the room with me-" She said.

Jane nodded "Ah- Claire." He said.

Charlotte nodded a bit. "Yeah. We remembered each other from preschool and protected each other. We shared the pillow and blanket he gave us to sleep with. And when I got really thirsty and was out of water, she gave me some of her water." She said softly.

Jane rose an eyebrow "What about the photo we found on Ellen, the girl at your school. Her and Claire." he said.

She sighed a little "Ah. Ellen. She was in our homeroom and math class with me and Claire." She said, rubbing the tears our her face from when she told Jane about her time with Red John when she was first taken.

Jane showed her the photo. He took it out if his breast pocket and laid it out on the cold metal table.

He pointed to the writing on the back "What was the deal with Claire and Ellen?" He asked.

"Ellen thought Claire was sleeping with her boyfriend, James. James Carter. He's on the schools football team. He's a junior." She said.

Jane nodded "And was she?" he asked.

She laughed "No freaking way! Claire would never do that." She said.

Jane nodded "Charlotte. I'd like to talk about the family you saw Red John kill. And your tattoo." he said.

Charlotte's face fell and paled white. "I- I really don't want to." She whispered softly.

Jane sighed "I know." He said.

At that moment Lisbon walked in "Jane, We got a sighting of Justin and Macy Rosso. We got a couple units following them. Wayne is meeting us over there. We think they are visiting a friend of Red John's. They are somewhere in Carmel." She said.

Jane stood up and went to go with her when Charlotte stood up "Wait!" She said.

Lisbon and Jane turned to face her "What?" They both asked.

She smirked a little, her grin looking a bit like Jane's did at times. "Red John had a old friend who lived in Carmel, California. At a house on Baker Street. Something like uh 2943 or 2945. Something like that. His name is Samuel Jacobs." She said.

Both Jane and Lisbon fell silent with shock.

AN: I promised a little Red John and you got it. Next chapter Van Pelt with come close to catching Red John. Also, Charlotte is hiding something from Lisbon and Jane. Nothing back though. I promise! Review.