This is my first Mentalist fanfic so, please review if you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I wish I had a Patrick….tears…..

Because You're Worth It

Van Pelt pov.

I woke to darkness. Lights above me flickered, casting dim shadows across the room. Every inch of me ached and I groaned. The nights events came back to me.

I was walking out if the CBI building. A breeze caressed my skin and tousled my hair. I closed my eyes briefly then opened them in shock when a pin hit my arm. I gasped and saw a man with a needle standing next to me. Everything around me spun and I felt tire, like I was floating. "You killed him! Now you'll pay!" The man whispered angrily in my ear. I felt myself being shoved into a car. 'Dear God, help me!' I pleaded drowsily in my brain. Then I fell into a painful sleep.

The first time I woke, the man was standing over me and wrapped my arms around my knees. "So, you're finally awake Agent Van Pelt." The man said. My lip trembled and tears silently slid down my face. The man got to my height and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry Miss Grace, it will only hurt a lot. And I'll make sure it's pure agony for you." He said with a wicked smirk. It clicked in my brain, what he was going to do. "Please. Pl-please. No." I muttered groggily and tried to move away. The man's grip on my shoulder was tight and I bit my lip. My eyes were overflowing with salty tears. "You deserve this! You killed my brother! He was innocent!" The man shouted angrily. "Who are you?" I asked as I forced myself awake. "You know sure as hell who I am." He said and ripped my shirt off me. I covered my chest with my arms. I had never been with a man. When I was fourteen I made a vow to wait until I was married. My family was a good Christian family and they expected me to the vow. But, I thought it was the right thing to do. "You're a shy one. Don't worry, you'll be dead soon." I cringed and covered my exposed body. I wasn't afraid to die; but what was coming before terrified me.

I remembered how every inch of me was defiled by him. The cross around my neck burned. My eyes stung as they darted around frantically. Why wasn't I dead? He said I would die soon! But I was alive and shallowly. Nobody knew where I was. There was no hope for me. I would die under the hand of a merciless fiend.

Rigsby pov.

I sighed, stood, and stretched my arms out. I had been sitting and typing for three hours, attempting to finishing documenting our previous case. I looked over to Van Pelt's desk and saw that she wasn't there. That's weird, she usually stayed until seven; it was only six. "Worried about Van Pelt?" Jane asked. I turned to see Jane lying on the couch as usual with a calm expression on his face. "No!" I defended quickly.

"Liar." Jane murmured not opening his eyes with a grin across his face.

"Fine, I am worried." I grumbled and walked to the faculty room. Jane followed, "Lisbon told me she went out to get lunch." "That would have been seven hours!" Jane shrugged but I saw amusement in his eyes. "You should just tell her." Jane said with a knowing smile. I growled and grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Jane put his hands up in a gesture of surrender and left the room. I headed towards Lisbon's office and knocked on her door. I heard a muffled 'Come in.' so I opened the door. "Have you seen Van Pelt around?" I asked anxiously. Grace always called or came back after being out. "No. she went out at about eleven. She hasn't called either.I called her but there was no answer. After that I guessed that she probably went home." Lisbon trailed off. I nodded and turned, clicking the door shut behind me.

I sat back down at my desk. My phone, which was in the corner of my desk, tempted me. I sighed and grabbed the phone. I stood to go outside where there was good reception. I dialed and heard the phone ring. "H-hello?" I heard. It was Grace. "It's Rigsby. I'm sorry did I wake you…?" I asked. It was just good to hear her voice. Moments ago I worried something was wrong. "Rigsby! O-oh thank God!" Grace muttered quietly. "Are you okay?" "No." She sobbed. My eyes widened. "Van Pelt, what happened?" I demanded. "S-someone drugged me and…I have no idea where I am." Grace's voice broke and I could almost see the tears rolling down her face. "Do you know who it was?" "No. He says I k-killed his brother." I sucked in air through my teeth. Van Pelt had shot down four people. "I'll figure out who it is." I vowed. "Hey! Who are you talking to?" I heard someone shout. "Van Pelt," I urged, "I'll find you." "I'll kill you!" Someone shouted. Then the phone line went dead.

I cursed loudly and ran back into the CBI building. I chucked my phone at Cho who caught it. "Trace the last call." I stormed into Lisbon's office without knocking. I saw our unit's boss talking to Lisbon but, I didn't care. "Rigsby.." She saw the anxious and infuriated look on my face. "Excuse me." Lisbon said to our boss. "I called her. She answered. Someone drugged her and took her." Lisbon's eyes were wide. My teeth clenched and un-clenched in rage. The woman who I loved so much already could be dead and I wouldn't know for quite a while. All I wanted was for her to be back and safe. "Who's gone?" Our boss asked not wanting to be out of the conversation. "Agent Grace Van Pelt has been kidnapped." Lisbon said and moved towards me. "Is Cho tracing your last call?" I nodded and went to my desk.

CBI search was up and I typed in 'Grace Van Pelt'. There was personal information and work info. I clicked 'work' and saw all the cases listed that Van Pelt had been involved in. I narrowed it down to four where she used a gun. Only one of the persons was male. And, only one of them had any living relatives. Marklin Johns was the man. I knew it. He had been arrested twice for attempted murder and once more for drugs.

"Boss." I called.

Lisbon came over. "This is him. I know it is. Van Pelt told me that the man said she killed his brother. Marklin Johns is it." I said in a sure voice. I'd find him. I'd kill him and I'd keep Grace safe. "Are you sure?" Lisbon asked. "Yes dammit!" I shouted. I usually never snapped at my boss; she was intimidating. "I've got it! 1960 Weslin Lane, Ca borough 5!" I jumped up and grabbed the address from Cho. "Rigsby! We don't know if it's a trap!" Lisbon said sternly grabbing my arm. I shrugged out of her grasp. "I don't care." Lisbon groaned and grabbed her coat and Cho stood to follow. "We'll follow him." I heard Lisbon say. "Jane come on." Lisbon ordered. I ran down the stairs and into my car. The address ran through my head as I turned the car on and forced it to eighty. 'She's alive.' I forced myself to say it.

She just had to be.

1957 Weslin Lane. I revved the car and raced it to a large warehouse. Breaks slammed and tires spun. I grabbed my gun off the passenger seat and put it into it's holster. Shouting was heard and screams. Her screams. I found the door and snuck in. Van Pelt was shackled to a wall. She was covered in crimson blood. I blinked; she was completely naked except for a grey wrap that covered her chest and thighs. Cuts oozing with red liquid covered her legs and arms. "Oh God." I muttered. I watched delicate tears rain down her pale cheeks. "Remember, you deserve this." A man murmured. He stood with a knife in his hands. When he turned I recognized it to be Marklin Johns. Johns' knife positioned at Van Pelt's throat. I saw her lip tremble and Marklin spoke. "Die! You deserve to!"

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