Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist or Patrick Jane or any of the other characters. I only own 'Jonathan Redrick'.

Summary: Patrick Jane and the team are faced with another Red John crime. Though this one seems to be aimed directly at Patrick. A man's blood is found at the crime scene who seems to be a kind middle-aged doctor. What happens when this kind and gentle doctor starts getting a little too close to our favourite mentalist? Read to find out~! Warnings: Yaoi: Red John/Patrick Jane and lemons

Pairings: Red John/Patrick Jane

Warnings: Yaoi/Gay/Homosexuality and Lemons! If you don't like yaoi then why are you reading this? Also, there will be a little battle violence, well described gore, vulgarities, dub-con and possibly non-con. Constructive criticism is allowed and flamers will be locked up with their flames and roasted alive.

A/N: I know, I know. I really shouldn't be writing a new fic while I still have three fics that are barely half-way done. But I really couldn't help it! I've been dying to write a Red John/Patrick Jane for ages and I really don't get why there aren't more of this pairing out there, these two have the strongest good guy/bad guy chemistry out there! Anyway, I'm putting Patrick as a 33 year old in this fic and there won't be any Patrick/Lisbon so don't expect any. Patrick's a little ooc but it can't really be helped. So, on with the show~!

What is needed, rather than running away or controlling or suppressing or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it.

~Jiddu Krishnamurti

Patrick Jane forced himself to withhold his grimace, trying his best to ignore the wails of the grieving man crouching over his own vomit as he entered the house with Agent Lisbon. The blond man was immediately greeted by the nauseating sight of Mrs Kent and her teenage daughter's mutilated bodies.

Seeing this, he highly suspected the man on the lawn had lost the contents of his stomach at the sight of his wife and daughter. Patrick gulped, noticing the disturbing similarities between the victims before him and the murder of his own wife and daughter. The man ground his teeth together. The sight of the tight black plastic ligature bindings around the two women and the large open wounds in their torsos leading him to one conclusion.

Red John.

Yet, there was something missing…a certain bloody signature. Was it a copycat Red John? Patrick frowned, scanning the living room carefully as Lisbon discussed she scolded the police officers who had been assigned to protect the family.

Where did he hide it? Why did he hide it? Was it really a Red John murder? Did—

Patrick stopped. A piano. A black wooden piano leaning against the wall. Yamaha. A common brand, nothing interesting and yet, the blond swallowed thickly as he remembered the bloody face that had been hidden under the cover of his own piano back home. The exact same type of piano…

The police consultant cautiously approached the piano. His breath shook slightly as he reached over and slowly lifted the cover.

Bang!

All the occupants of the room jumped when Patrick shoved himself away from the piano, the cover slamming close as he pressed himself against the wall opposite the piano, gasping for breath, his eyes wide and his forehead drenched in perspiration.

"Patrick?" Teresa Lisbon called out worriedly as she approached the trembling man. The blond man simply continued staring emptily at the now closed piano with wide eyes.

Lisbon's eyes narrowed as she left her partner's side, crossing over to the piano and cautiously lifting the lid. She gasped in shock as the cause of Patrick's horror made itself clear.

Sitting innocently on the piano was a perfect replica of Patrick Jane. There was only one difference.

Where his soft features should have been, was a bloody smiling face.

~PJRJ~

"He's mocking me." Patrick Jane murmured lowly as he paced on the lawn.

"Patrick, are you sure it's Red John? We didn't see the smiley face till we saw the body; it could have been a copycat…" Lisbon reasoned, trying to calm the restless man, glancing away for a moment to approve the standard blood tests for the smiley face.

"No. Only he knew about the piano. I had removed it from the piano when I found them. It was the only place where he had drawn the smiley face that was not recorded on the police report or anywhere else. It was meant for me." Patrick explained, pacing even faster, his eyes narrowed as though glaring at an invisible enemy.

"What did you remove from your piano?" Lisbon asked, slightly irritated that her friend had actually removed evidence from a crime scene. The blond stopped suddenly.

"It was my daughter's doll. I gave it to her for her fifth birthday. I had it custom made to look just like my wife…" Patrick replied softly, remembering how horrified he had been when he found the doll, its torso gouged open just like his wife and daughter and a cruel smiley face painted over its features.

Lisbon simply stared, unable to find the words to comfort her friend who looked like he was unable to decide if he wanted to cry or go on a rampage. She was soon saved from having to say anything when Grace approached her with a piece of paper and a disconcerted frown.

"Lisbon, I've just received the test results for the blood used for the mural." Patrick turned at those words, looking slightly irritated.

"And it's the victim's blood. As usual." The usually sharp man sighed without even glancing at his co-worker's face. Thus, he was completely taken by surprise at her next words.

"No. The blood was from a man named Jonathan Redrick. He's alive."

Patrick's eyes widened at the statement, glancing at Lisbon who wore the exact same expression. The brunette quickly stood, dragging Patrick with her to the car as she barked out orders.

"Van Pelt. You and Rigsby are to go find this man and bring him in. I'm going to check for any information of this man and Patrick will be taking a long break in the coffee room."

"Hey!"

~PJRJ~

Patrick stood stiffly, studying the slim and dark haired Caucasian man behind the glass. For the first time, he had no idea what to make of someone. According to what Lisbon had found, Jonathan Redrick was a paediatrician who worked at the Mercy General Hospital, was 36 years old and had apparently been a good friend and a patient of Dr Kent.

Dr Kent was a physiatrist who had appeared on the television a few weeks ago, claiming that Red John was mentally ill and thus should not be blamed for the murders he has committed. Patrick frowned; he doubted Dr Kent felt the same way now that his wife and daughter had been murdered by Red John.

"Lisbon. I want to talk to him." Patrick turned to the brunette standing beside him, flipping through a large file. Lisbon sighed, turning to the blond.

"Patrick, until I'm sure that you have calmed down and won't be an ass, I'm not letting you in there. You'll probably maim the guy…" Lisbon stated firmly, staring her co-worker in the eye.

"I promise I won't harm him. I just want to talk to him. I need to confirm something…" Patrick pleaded, using his most charming and reassuring smile in an attempt to convince his superior. The lady only stared at him with a deadpan expression, her face clearly asking if he really thought that would work on her.

Patrick sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried again. "Please Lisbon. I really need to talk to him."

The brunette frowned thoughtfully, eyeing him carefully before reluctantly acquiescing. "Fine, you've got 15 minutes."

~PJRJ~

"Dr Redrick, right?" Patrick called amiably as he entered the room, quickly striding across the room and sitting himself down in the seat that Cho had vacated shortly before he entered.

"Ah, please call me Jonathan. It's a little embarrassing to be called a doctor when I'm not in the hospital." The man replied, smiling gently at Patrick as he settled into the hard chair.

He studied the man sitting across him. Dark hair, broad neck, broad shoulders, rather slim and fit looking. His hair was black with a slight blue tint. His face was slightly angular without making him look sickly and gaunt. He had a very balanced nose, gentle blue eyes and thin pale lips. The entirety of his features gave him a very kind, understanding and handsome appearance.

…handsome huh. Patrick frowned internally wondering where that particular mental description had come from. Ah well, just because he was male didn't mean that he couldn't admit when another man was handsome. He shrugged off the concern and leaned across the table, looking into Jonathan's eyes.

"Alright Jonathan, I'm Patrick Jane. Would you mind telling me why your blood was found at the scene of Mrs and Miss Kent's murder?" Patrick asked bluntly, his eyes watching carefully to gauge the man's reaction. The smile slid off Jonathan's face as he gave a Patrick mournful look.

"Ah…yes Agent Cho told me about what happened to Gladice and Felecia. I still can't believe that they're gone. I assure you, I had nothing to do with the terrible crime. As I told Agent Cho, I was seeing Dr Kent about a relationship problem. It seemed that my boyfriend who recently passed away had had HIV and—"

"Boyfriend?" Patrick could not help blinking in surprise at the term. "You're gay?"

"Well, I am actually bisexual. I do hope you are not disturbed by this." Jonathan clarified before giving Patrick a slightly pointed look, causing the mentalist to gain a light and uncharacteristic blush as he realized how rude his question had been. He quickly cleared his throat before speaking.

"Ah. Of course not. I mean, your sexuality is really none of my business…" Patrick replied, waving a hand in dismissal before asking the brunet to continue.

"Well, as I was saying, my late partner had not managed to gather the courage to tell me of his illness before he passed. It was only through his will that I found out. I suppose that is why he abruptly stopped having relations with me a few months ago. Anyway, I approached Dr Kent who agreed to help me run the test discretely. The tests were completed two days ago and they were negative. I suppose Dr Kent must have kept my blood sample and Red John likely used it seeing as it was conveniently bottled or something." Jonathan explained earnestly, gazing sadly at Patrick who sat silently for a few moments.

Patrick frowned as he watched Jonathan carefully before leaning further across the table just as Agent Lisbon entered the room.

"You know what I think? I think, that you are Red John."

A/N: If you have problems imagining Jonathan Redrick, just think something like Kusama Nowaki from the anime/manga Junjou Romantica. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I really doubt I will update this one soon as I really need to finish the KHR fic and continue the Bleach fic and my TnC fic is screaming for me to finish it and I still need to cram 2 years worth of studies into under 7 months to prepare for my O'Levels…Arghhh! I'm gonna die! Review and I might live to update!