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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Staring forward Kimball did his best to ignore the drugged Jane beside him. Something that was more than a little hard since he kept poking him in the cheek and then laughing like it was the funniest thing every few moments.

It had been an interesting day to say the least. He didn't know how someone that could read people so well missed simple things. Like the fact one of their suspects had slipped some drugs into his tea. It should have been obvious for someone like him.

Sadly though it wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Jane was so convinced of himself that he missed the smaller picture sometimes. If it wasn't for the fact that Cho had been with him things would have ended differently.

Even as he thought that though he wondered if it had all been planned. Jane liked to play games with everyone. Usually he stuck to the other people on the team, but every once in awhile he turned his focus onto Kimball.

The main difference in the games that the man played on him was that he knew what was going on. There was never a doubt in his mind that Jane was pushing him to see just how far he was willing to go before he snapped.

At the moment he knew well enough that the man wasn't nearly as out of it as he seemed. There was no reason for him to be doing anything that he was doing. He simply wanted to and the agent didn't see a reason to fight it.

The older man was annoying to say the least, but he was harmless. At least he was to Kimball. He knew that it would be a totally different story if he was truly trying. Now though all he wanted to do was push him.

It was weird in a way. He and Jane had an odd relationship when it came to this type of thing. The faux-psychic knew that he understood what was going on and he trusted Jane to back off as soon as he told him too.

That wasn't something that he did with anyone else. Even with Lisbon. He pushed and pushed until he either hurt the person or he got hurt. He never backed off though until the damage was already done.

Out of everything that came with being friends with the man that was the one thing he never understood. Why did he have a different relationship with the man than anyone else did? Why was he different?

At first he had tried to figure that out. He might not be as good as Jane, but he could read people just fine. It was how he was able to get people to break as quickly as he did. Jane was a complete mystery to him though.

After all the years of working together he began to see that as a little game itself. Both of them slowly letting the other person see them. Dropping hints here and there and watched as the other figured out something new.

Most of the time that was what they were doing at least. Jane closed off more often than he did. Kimball knew that to anyone else it seemed as if nothing had changed, but he could tell that there was something going on in his mind.

More time than not he thought of questioning the man about it. He could never bring himself to though. Honestly he was a little afraid of what the answer was going to be. Whether it be the one he wanted or the one he was dreading.

He forced himself not to react as soft fingers gently brushed over his neck as the older man pulled his hand away. In the morning it would be like nothing happened, but right then Jane had to excuse of being drugged to do what he pleased.

Biting back a sigh he pulled the car into the parking lot of Charlotte's school. As much as he was enjoying what was going on at the moment he needed to get out of the car and away from the faux-psychic.

Unbuckling his seat belt he turned to Jane to tell him to stay there only to freeze when the ocean blue eyes locked on his. They were so calming he couldn't stop himself from getting lost in them for a moment.

It wasn't often that he looked at the man and saw his guard down as much as it was now. He couldn't say he blamed him. It wasn't something that happened often, but whenever it did it gave the agent some pause.

He'd catch the normally crystal clear blue eyes and for a split second they'd go dark. Like someone had taken all the light of the man's eyes. It was the type of darkness that Kimball had seen in many faces before. Usually when he arrested them.

The first time he had seen it it was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him. It didn't happen often that he got scared, but that did it. He had truly thought the man was about to snap and kill them all.

Then it was gone as if nothing happened. Jane was smiling and joking around with Van Pelt. No one else had seen what he saw. He tried to play it off as if it was a trick of the lights, but he knew better. There was a darkness inside Patrick Jane that he had a very good hold of.

"Are we home yet?" Jane whined drawing him from his thoughts.

"No," Kimball replied the spell broken, "Stay."

A bark echoed through the car as he slammed the door shut. He was glad that he was facing away from the man because a smirk came to his lips at the silliness. He really didn't understand what went on in that man's head.

Going into the school he started towards where Jane had directed him earlier. Apparently Charlotte had a debate meeting after school and Jane was supposed to pick her up. At least that's what Jane said. He wouldn't be the man he was unless he messed with him for no reason.

The whole building was eerily quiet as Kimball walked through. He might have loved learning things, but he had never been a fan of school. He could have done without walking through one ever again.

Going towards the room that he had been instructed to he felt himself freeze. There was no reason for it, but it was as if something was wrong with the whole situation. He usually only got that feeling when someone was about to jump around the corner.

Moving silently he let his eyes dart around looking for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't until he heard something heavy fall in one of the classrooms that he found something that he could focus on.

When he got to the door he noticed that it was open and the light was on, but he couldn't see anyone inside. He knew that it was a school and that there were a lot of explanation for what could be going on inside. All he knew though was that something was wrong.

"You bitch," a man growled out causing someone else to squeak, "You're going to pay for that."

Before he could go any further into the room someone flew out and rammed into him. He didn't hesitate to pull them back so he was standing between them and their would-be attacker. That was when he noticed it was Charlotte.

Blinking a few times he looked her up and down categorizing the damage done to her. Outside of the tears that were in her eyes and the first few buttons of her shirt being torn off she looked as if she wasn't harmed.

It was her eyes that got to him though. The same blue eyes that her father had were staring at him with such fear. It wasn't a look that he would ever associate with either member of the Jane family and he never wanted to see that there again.

He opened his mouth to say something to her only to have an older man turn the corner out of the room. There was blood welling on his now split lip and he knew that Charlotte had been the one to cause that.

The pride he felt towards her quickly turned to anger towards him. It should have scared him how angry he felt in that moment, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could think about was the fear in the teenager's eyes.

"Your father's in my car," Kimball stated simply before pushing her towards the exit.

"Cho," Charlotte whispered fear clear in her voice her hand wrapping around his arm as if she wanted him to go with her.

"Go."

She didn't have to be told again as she took off running down the hall leaving them alone. The two men stared at each other for a moment and Kimball finally took a good look at him. It was easy to tell there wasn't much to see.

"Teenagers," the man said trying to play off the entire situation, "You know how..."

Kimball didn't let the man finish as he grabbed the man by his shirt and threw him into the lockers. He fell to the floor and looked up at the agent fear clear in his eyes, but this time he felt nothing but anger.

Grabbing him once more he pulled him to his feet and punched him square in the jaw causing his head to snap back and hit the locker painfully. He barely registered the cry of pain that came from him as he repeated the action over and over and over.

He was only vaguely aware of the blood that was now coating his fist and his clothing. Of the fact that the man had gone completely limp in his grip. Of the fact that someone was approaching the scene. None of it mattered to him.

"Cho. Cho! Kimball!"

The bark of his name had him jerking his head up. It took a second for his mind to figure out that he was staring at Jane. For a moment they were both quiet before the older man reached out and loosened his hand from the shirt.

A sickening thud echoed through the hallway as the body fell lifelessly onto the floor. He barely had time to register the fact that he could no longer tell what the man looked like before he was being pulled out of the school and to the car.

"Jane," he tried to say as the older man helped him into the backseat, "I..."

"Don't worry, Kimball," Jane interrupted his hand coming up to cup the back of his head, "I'll take care of everything."