I was asked to write a little something between Cho and Patrick (as Red John) with Charlotte still being alive. Well, this is the first chapter of that. This is going to be fun!

Warnings: Sex. Murder. Implied attempted sexual assult. Described violence and murder.

If you want to be kept up to date with redos on stories or want to know more about stories that will be started soon or even ask me to write a story for you please follow me on Facebook or on Tumblr (I made a Tumblr!) under SilverMidnight52! I own nothing!

Humming to herself Charlotte set the bowl of salad down and looked around the table. It was only two minutes to seven and Cho should be there at any moment. She hadn't felt this nervous in a long time.

Thinking about it she doubted she had ever felt this nervous. Normally she had a lot more control over a situation. She could read the people and figure out exactly what it was that she needed to do to get them on her side.

That wasn't the case this time. She couldn't get a read either of the men. Now that she was thinking about it she wondered if it was even a good idea to follow through with what she had been planning.

Yes, she wanted her father to be happy and she really did think that Cho was the person that would do that. They were both just so closed off people. At least she thought they were. The more she thought about it the more she had no idea what to think at all.

In the past two months they had had to cancel the dinner four different times. Each time she grew, not only more frustrated, but more scared. There was a lot riding on this dinner and she didn't know anymore.

Mostly because she knew that her father knew she was up to something. He got this look in his eyes every time he looked over at her. After tonight she was sure that he was going to know exactly what she was doing.

A part of her was hoping that the phone would ring and that they could put it off once again. That wasn't going to happen though. Lisbon had given the entire team a week off because of how hard they had been working.

There was nothing that was going to stop them from having the dinner. Not unless she faked an illness that she was sure her father would call her out on. Though with how knotted her stomach felt at the moment it wasn't all that far from the truth.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. Cho was probably already on his way over. There was nothing she could do to stop the dinner and there was nothing that she wanted to do to stop it.

A soft humming cut through her thoughts causing her to open her eyes and look towards the kitchen. Her father was in there putting the finishing touches on the dinner that he had insisted on making despite the fact that he hated cooking.

Sneaking forward she peaked into the room and saw the older man stirring something a small smile on his face. He looked so grounded and peaceful in that moment. All doubt that she had about the situation was washed away looking at him.

This was what she had wanted for him. For them both. She wanted them to have the type of relationship that involved no words. They were just content to know that another person knew them and loved them for everything they were.

The longer she watched him the more she came to realize why he had decided to cook himself. He had wanted a distraction. It might be hard for anyone else to see, but she could tell that he was nervous about the dinner.

That wasn't a thought that she had often about him. Everything he did he did with such confidence. He knew what he wanted done and he made a plan for it. Then he made up back-up plans in case any of the failed. She really doubted they failed at any point in time.

The only time that she saw him stutter even for a moment was when it came to Cho. There was something about the agent threw him through a loop. Which was how the whole idea of them dating had come to be.

She thought that having the pause in him was a good thing. Everyone needed a challenge, especially someone like her father, and Kimball Cho was the person for that job. At least she hoped that he would be.

For everything that her father was she could see little cracks in him. Not in him as Red John of course, but in him as Patrick Jane. He spent so much of his time pretending to be content even though he was just bored with it all.

That wasn't to say that she doubted that he loved her. She knew that she was his world. That wasn't what he needed though. At least that wasn't all he needed. There was a whole other part of his life that he was ignoring.

That was where Cho came in. He could be everything that her father was missing. Someone that could love and protect him. Someone that could make him smile when he didn't feel like it. Someone that was in love with him.

That was really all that Charlotte wanted for her father. Someone that would be there for him through everything that might happen. To be at his side and keep him safe instead of him doing everything to keep them safe.

There were a lot of people that would say he didn't need protection and even more that would say he needed a babysitter. They were both right in their own ways. It wasn't about need though. It was about what he wanted.

The thing about the man was that he only had her. That was it. No family or real friends to hang out with. He didn't trust anyone else to know who he really was. Considering who he hung around with she couldn't blame him for not telling them that he was a killer.

At the same time though he didn't tell her anything. Outside of saying that she should spend the night at a friends house on night when he was going out she knew nothing. She wasn't his friend. She was his child.

It must have been a lonely life to lead. She hated to think that he had basically isolated himself from the world. That as soon as she left for college and got a life of her own that he was going to let himself disappear. She couldn't let him do that.

"So, Charlotte," he suddenly spoke causing her to jump and him to laugh, "You want to tell me what's going on? Or are we playing a game?"

"What makes you think something's going on?" she replied running her hands over her skirt.

"Because you're my daughter and I know you better than that. You're getting better at planning, but you can't fool me just yet. Talk."

Her brain went into over drive as she tried to figure out something that was both truthful and a complete lie. It would do no good if he figured out her plan too soon. He'd call the whole this off himself if he did.

Luckily for her the doorbell chimed a second later. Sending a smile to her father she went to the front door happy to get away. By the end of the night he would have his answers and hopefully he'd see what she saw.

"Cho," Charlotte greeted with a grin, "You're right on time. Dad was just finishing dinner."

"You have delivery on speed dial?" the agent deadpanned causing her to chuckle.

"I heard that!" Dad yelled from inside the house.

Rolling her eyes she took the bottle of wine from the older man's hands and motioned for him to follow her into the dining room. As they walked she watched him out of the corner of her eye taking him in as he took in the house.

She wasn't used to seeing the man in a relaxed state. Truthfully she wasn't sure that he even had one. Looking at him now she was happy to say that she was wrong. He looked like he had put some thought into his outfit.

A smile came to her lips as that. Maybe it was subconscious, but he had dressed up for the dinner. It was possible that he liked her father and was trying to impress him. Or he was just coming for dinner. She really hated not getting a read on him.

Getting to the room she turned to him and saw his eyes scanning over the painting and photos that were all over the walls. It was hard to tell if that was just something he did because he was a cop or because he knew little about her father and was curious.

Knowing him it was probably a mixture of both. Still, it was a good thing. If he liked what he saw than it was completely possible that he'd be curious enough to want to find out more about her father. It was a win win in her mind.

"Cho," Dad greeted walking into the room a kitchen towel thrown over one of his shoulders, "Glad you could make it."

"You hate people in your house," the agent replied taking the wine from her and handing it to her father.

"You're not people. Also, I wasn't the one that invited you."

"In that case, Charlotte, what are we having for dinner?"

Charlotte couldn't help but smile at the two men. She didn't get to see them play off each other often. Though based off the stories that Rigsby liked to tell they did it often. It was almost as if they knew what the other was going to say before they said it.

"Dad made Carbonara," she provided with a smirk "If he ever finishes it."

"So much sass," he laughed shaking his head, "You'd think I never feed her."

Sending a smile to Cho he walked back into the kitchen and left them alone. Motioning to the table she sat in her normal chair while the man sat across from her. The only other chair was between the two of them.

For a moment they were both silent as they waited for the last of the food to come out. It hadn't occurred to her just how awkward the whole thing could end up being. She had gotten so used to seeing the agent for only short periods of time that she felt like she knew him.

Except she didn't. Her father had been working with the agent for years now and she knew nothing about him. It was an odd thought to have, but she was convinced that that was how he was with everyone else on the team as well.

They didn't really need to know personal things though. All that mattered was that they had each others backs when they went into dangerous situations. There was a level of trust there. How was it possible that they didn't know anything outside of the fact that other wouldn't let them die?

"Cho," Charlotte started after a moment of silence, "You know what I just realized?"

"What?" the older man questioned staring at her.

"I don't know you. After years of hearing about you from Dad he's never said anything about you that wasn't work related. I don't know who you are outside of that."

"That bothers you."

"A little. I know that you're not going to let anything happen to my dad and I'm happy about that, but I want to know more about you."

"Okay."

It was a little surprising to hear him agree so readily, but she couldn't help but wonder if he had been thrown off his game as well by the dinner. It wasn't something that they did without having the rest of the team there.

With a grin she opened her mouth to start questioning him when her father walked in with a bowl full of pasta. He gave them both a grin as he set the food down with a flourish that only he could do.

Falling into silence the three of them started to scoop out the food onto their plates. It gave her enough time to figure out exactly what to ask first. She didn't want to scare him away by pulling the big guns out early

"So," she said picking up her fork and pointing it at him, "What's your favorite color, Agent Cho?"

"Gray," Cho replied taking a sip of his wine.

"I took you more as a sunny yellow type of man," Dad offered causing her to laugh.

"Take Rigsby's color? He'd never let that go."

A soft chuckle left her father's lips at that. It was always a nice sound to hear. He so rarely found something truly funny. It was as if he never just let himself relax. He was always working or stuck in his own mind.

"I like gray," Charlotte said staring at him, "It fits you. Though a close second would have been hot pink. Dad, your favorite color is… amethyst. Right?"

"Yes," he nodded the peaceful smile coming to his lips again, "Your grandmother used to have an amethyst ring. I don't know where it is now, but I always loved it."

"Yeah. I remember you telling me about it."

Charlotte watched out of the corner of her eye as a barely there smile came to the agent's lips. It probably didn't happen often that he got to see this side of her father. He wasn't Patrick Jane 'victim' of Red John he was just another person. A step in the right direction if she said so herself.

"Anyone special in your life, Cho?" she asked sparing a glance his way.

She was distracted from looking at his face when he answered by her father sending her a sharp look. It wasn't difficult to figure out that he knew what she was doing. She knew that was going to happen, but she didn't expect the glared he'd give her.

It was as if he knew something that she didn't. Which wasn't all that difficult to believe. Her whole life was him knowing something she didn't. She just didn't know what exactly it was that he could have known.

"I though Rigsby gave your number to that woman who wanted you to date her niece," Dad offered calmly though she knew he wanted off the subject.

"He did," Cho stated with a nod.

"Why'd you say no?" Charlotte asked before her father could speak.

"I don't like dating people I don't already know."

"So you date your friends?"

"Yes."

"Like Rigsby and Van Pelt?"

"Yes. Either one if they weren't in love with each other."

A feeling of relief filled her hearing that. She had been waiting for something that said that he was attracted to men. Now that she had her answers and she could start to get him and her father together.

Well, she could if her father went along with her plan. Based off the look that he gave her though she knew that there was another roadblock in her way. She really hoped that it wasn't over before it even really started.