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.

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Wiping his towel over the dinning room table Patrick tried to focus his mind on the noises in his house. The only thing that could be heard was Charlotte taking a shower. It was normally a peaceful sound that put him at easy. Not tonight.

Instead his mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what had happened during dinner. He had thought that it was strange when Charlotte invited the man to dinner, but he hadn't given much thought to it.

His daughter was about as curious as he was and she didn't get to work with the team day in and day out. Cho was the hardest person to read out of everyone. He was also the most interesting. It made sense that she would want to find out more.

Truthfully when she had first brought up the idea of having the man over for dinner he had been a little excited himself though he tried to push those thoughts away. Just like he tried to push away the thoughts telling him not to let her do this.

He couldn't do that without having her question him though. Those questions were not ones that he ever wanted to answer or even think about. At least not anymore than he already did. And he did. A lot.

As much as he hated to admit it Patrick couldn't say that he knew the agent. After meeting someone at least three times he knew the person inside and out. Not with him. Which definitely did not play into why he joined CBI.

Except he hated lying to himself and it was one of the two main reasons he did so. Sometimes he truly hated being as smart as he was. It just caused problems in his own mind when he found something interesting.

That was exactly what Cho was. It was a long time ago that the man's name came across his desk. He had only just been starting his more criminal career and had been looking for someone to be his muscle.

The agent had been a rather young which made his want to dismiss him right off the bat. He couldn't deal with someone that might want to rebel or build his own name. He needed someone that would follow orders to a T.

He had gotten the files on nine other people that were older and knew what they were doing. People that he knew would be too afraid of him to go against him. So he put the man's file to the side. That should have been the end of that.

It wasn't until two years later that he read the name Kimball Cho again. He had wanted to expand his name again and asked people that he already paid to make some suggestions for him to overview.

Three different people suggested the man. So he looked into him. He had been twenty-three at the time. Someone so young should not have had such a good record already, but he did. He was more than a little impressive.

An ex-gangbanger that was turned into an Army boy to stay out of prison. He couldn't blame the younger man for not wanting to go to prison. He would have made the same choice if he had been him.

He moved up in the ranks quick. Not too quick for people to think that he was kissing someone's ass though. The only way to explain it was that the man was good at what he did and that he wasn't going to stop until he had to.

That was the type of person that he should have wanted. Something stopped him though. As he looked at the photo that was attached to the file he couldn't get a real read on him. That had never happened to him before.

His whole career, not to mention his life, was about reading people. It kept him safe from all the people that tried to get in his way. He stared at the file for hours trying to find something out about the man. Anything out about the man.

The only reason that he ended up giving up the was the knocking that came to his door. Apparently it was time for one of his meetings. He really wanted to kill the person that had disturbed him.

In the end he had told his people to get him everything on Kimball Cho. Past, present, and everything they could get their hands on. He needed to know the man. It took longer than he had really liked, but soon his desk had files on top of files on it.

Files that should have given him a clear view of the man. He just got more interesting as he read over the reports, but he never got any closer to finding out who the man behind the picture was. It was frustrating to say the least.

At the same time though it was very interesting. Patrick had never run into someone that he couldn't read. It had taken all of his will power to put the man's file down once more. He couldn't afford the distraction.

For years that's how it went. His file would come across his desk only to be pushed off as soon as possible. It was better for him if Kimball Cho stayed being a random name on a file. Then CBI got the Red John case.

Working everyday with that man was the hardest thing that he had ever done. Constantly fighting with himself to keep from getting to close to the man. He wanted to break and take the man as his so many different times it wasn't funny.

It wasn't worth the mess though. Because there would be a mess. Cho was a very loyal person and that loyalty did not belong to him. Something that he had to remind himself of whenever he saw the younger man.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would make an amazing addition to his organization. He was skilled and cunning. He could shut his emotions off and do what had to be done. He was the perfect soldier.

His thoughts on the man should have ended there. He had more important things to deal with than having an attraction to someone. A million other things should have been on his mind instead of that man.

No matter how hard he tried though that wasn't the case. He had known that he was attracted to the man since the first time he saw his picture. Back than it had been nothing more than wondering how good he would be convincing people of what he was told to.

As time went on though he watched him grow into the man he was now. It was nice to say the least. It was also an exceedingly stupid thing for Patrick to do and he cursed at himself every time his mind ran with those thoughts.

Cho wasn't like Angela at all though. He wasn't someone that he could manipulate if he needed to. He couldn't wave his hand and have him forget about whatever it was that was on his mind. He'd be more open than he had ever been.

He had loved his wife. He wouldn't have started a life with her if he hadn't. At the same time though he had known who she was. He always knew what her reaction was going to be in comparison to what he did.

She had loved him too. Or she had loved the idea of him. Of what he was offering her. Honestly he wasn't really sure what it was that she had wanted from him anymore. All he knew was it wasn't what he had wanted.

He still spent sleepless nights wondering what had happened to them. He never got any closer to an answer. It was as if one day she woke up and decided that she was done with the life they had built together.

Or maybe it was that he suddenly saw her for who she truly was. Just another ordinary person. Someone that was shallow to the wants of life and didn't bother looking at what was around her. She was boring.

He had tried though. He might have grown tired of her constant anger at him or at her cheating on him and shoving it in his face, but he still tried. For his baby girl. So she could grow up having her mother in her life.

For as much as he hated the world and people in general he had always wanted to be a father. The best day of his life had been finding out Angela was pregnant. The worst was finding out she was leaving and taking Charlotte.

She hadn't even wanted children when they got pregnant. She had just wanted to harm him for some reason he didn't care about. If she had left than his daughter would have been raised by a woman that hadn't wanted her.

Without him he knew exactly the type of house hold his child would have been raised in. He refused to let that happen. He refused to watch from the sidelines and pray that Charlotte kept some of her happiness.

Now that he thought back on the night he killed her he knew that she hadn't be surprised. She had taken one look at him holding the knife and had known what was about to happen to her. Knew why he was doing it.

He didn't want to risk that ever happening again. His main job was to take care of Charlotte. She was his world and he was happy with that. Even if it meant that he was going to keep the agent at arms length.

At least that had been the plan. He had never thought that his daughter would see something between him and Cho. She had only met the man a handful of times. She was a smart one. He'd give her that.

She was still a child though. She didn't know the reasons why him and Cho would be a bad idea. He had worked hard to make sure she didn't. She already had a killer as a father she didn't need to be any more messed up.

"Dad?" Charlotte called her voice barely over a whisper as she shuffled into the room.

"Hey, kiddo," he greeted with a smile wanting her to know he wasn't upset with her, "I didn't hear you get out of the shower.

"Yeah, you looked like you were lost in thought. Are you okay?"

"I'm confused. I don't understand what happened at dinner."

"I thought you figured out what I was doing?"

"I did. I just don't know why you were doing it. Why you thought it was a good idea to try to set him and I up."

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders before sitting in one of the chairs. She pulled one of her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around it. It was a move she did whenever she was tired and just wanted to sleep.

"Because you two are perfect for each other," she stated staring up at him.

"We're perfect for each other?" he asked falling into the seat next to her, "What do you mean?"

"You can read anyone, Dad. I know you can, but not him. He's a mystery to you."

"And you think that means we should be together?"

"Yes. No. I mean… You get bored easily. You need someone that's as smart as you. Someone that isn't going to blindly follow you, but will still always have your back. Someone that will make you happy."

"Happy? I'm happy now, Sweetheart."

"I know you are, but it's not the same. You have a daughter. You need a friend, a lover, someone that would be by your side during the things that I'm not supposed to know about."

"Charlotte..."

"Dad."

"It's not that easy."

"Why not? If he knew you were interested..."

"And if he knew I was Red John?"

Slowly Charlotte shut her mouth her eyes falling to the table. He hated having to be the one to put that look on her face. He had to tell her the truth though. He had to tell her the risks behind what she was doing.

As much as he fought it he loved the idea of being with the agent, but he wasn't stupid. As soon as the man found out the truth about him, and he would, it would just be another body for him to have to kill.

"He might not..." Charlotte tried sounding lost.

"He would," Patrick replied pulling her into a one armed hug, "He would find out. He wouldn't be the man that he is if he didn't. And I wouldn't… I wouldn't want to be with someone that didn't know who I really was."

"Like with Mom?"

"Like with Mom. I like Cho, Charlotte. I've had the same thoughts you're having, but I know that there's no happy ending for us."

"He could make you happy."

"I am happy. I am truly happy. Okay?"

"Okay. Why don't you go to bed? It's been a long night and you have school in the morning."

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too."

"And?"

"And… You are safe, you are loved, and you are wise."