[A/N: So last night I watched the movie Gone, and I thought, "Woah. This could totally be a Red John episode in Mentalist!" And I absolutely could not get this out of my head! So, here you go.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist or Gone. Unfortunately for me, fortunately for you. xD]

Teresa Lisbon's eyes flashed open and she breathed hard. She felt the duct tape over her mouth, her bound wrists and ankles. She twisted and writhed as a red-masked man loomed over her. Red John. She screamed against her duct tape. Was this man a copycat? she wondered, remembering back to Jane's descriptions of how he kills his victims. The last time she checked, he didn't bound and gag them.

When John tipped his knife into Lisbon's arm and cut a deep cut from shoulder to a little past her elbow, dark circles swam before her eyes. Where the heck is Jane when I need him?

What is going to happen to me?

0o0

Patrick Jane sauntered into the bullpen the next morning, sipping a cup of tea the next morning. "Say, where're Cho and Lisbon?" he asked."Lisbon's been out of office all morning, and Cho is getting a fax from downstairs, directed to you." Rigsby reported.

At that moment, Cho came back into the offices. "Jane." he tossed a thin manilla envelope to Patrick.

"Morning, Cho."Jane greeted. He caught the envelope midair and sank into his couch, pulling out three thin sheets of paper while grinning cheekily to himself.

Patrick read over the papers, and his grin dropped. Jane's face paled, and he started to shake. He let the slips fall from his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Jane? You okay?" Rigsby asked. Grace knelt beside Patrick, laying a comforting hand on his arm. Rigsby gathered the fallen papers, and Cho stood in the background, silent.

Rigsby, looked over the pages. "Guys, he said in a near whisper, "You need to see this."

Grace rushed to Rigsby's side, letting concerned officers from other teams care to the shattered teacup and the already recovering Jane. Cho stood from behind, looking over Rigsby's shoulder.

The first sheet of paper had typing on it. Grace read aloud,

Dear Mister Jane,

Let the games begin.

The second piece of paper confirmed the author of the fax. It was grainy, but you could planly see a small, familiar brunnette figure laying on a bed with a dripping blood-red smile above it.

The third, and perhaps most frightening, paper had two clear images on it. The first was a photo of Lisbon, gagged and bound, but otherwise unharmed. The fear in her eyes, however, was clearly noticeable. The other image was, again, of the Senior Special Agent, once again bound and gagged, however, she had suffered from a deep cut on her arm and two bulletshots: One on her right shoulder and one on her left. Teresa was either unconscious...or...all refused to think the alternative.

The three junior agents reactions were all different. Grace was crying silently, her hand covering her mouth, Rigsby was visibly troubled, and Cho was silent, stone faced and pale.

All three jumped, however, when Jane stood from his couch. "I need to go find her body first."He stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and slipped away.

"I'll go get Hightower." Cho took the papers from Rigsby, taking off.

"Not boss...not boss.." Grace cried in a whisper.

Wayne broke out of his shock, handing Grace a tissue and awkwardly draping an arm over her shoulder. "It'll be okay..."

Xxxx

[A/N: I feel like that was really not well written. I promise the next chapter will be better. xD]