What would've happened if the team found out Patrick Jane was the hideous serial killer Red John? Just a oneshot of this theory many people thought of. I do not own any of the characters. I'm just pretty obsessed with them. 

"We've got another report of a presumably Red John victim. Just a couple of minutes away from here." Spoke Lisbon, barging in into the CBI office. Van Pelt, Rigsby and Cho looked up and got up right away, leaving their desks a mess. The team hadn't had a case for over 2 days now. How cruel It might sound, they all hoped for someone to end up dead so they could find out who'd done it. "Where's Jane?" Asked Van Pelt curiously as the four agents walked over to the elevator. Lisbon pushed on the button, shooking her head in ignorance. "I'll text him." She said, pulling out her phone from her back pocket, looking up Jane's number. 

-To Patrick Jane- From Teresa Lisbon-

Got a Red John case. Address is 4140 Pinchroad in Sacramento. Where are you? 

She pressed on the send button and walked in the elevator with the team. She sighed and put her phone back in her pocket, not expecting Jane to answer immediately since he was presumably busy with other things. The elevator grinded to a halt and the team walked over to their mahogany coloured van which was unpunctually parked by Rigsby. They entered the van and all sat down, buckling their seatbelts. Lisbon was driving, but was distracted when her phone beeped loudly. "That's probably Jane. Could you take a look at it Van Pelt?" Lisbon pulled out the phone of her pocket again and handed it over to Van Pelt who was sitting next to her. Van Pelt took it, tapped the screen awake and checked on Lisbon's chat messages.

-To Teresa Lisbon- From Patrick Jane-

Already there.

Van Pelt frowned as she read the message out loud. Rigsby and Cho shared some questioning looks with each other. Then they both stared out of the window again, without saying a word. It was a rainy day in Sacramento.The sun had disappeared a couple of hours ago and it was getting dark already.Van Pelt looked out of the window, watching the sparkling waterdrops falling down onto the cold, hard street. The rain glowed neon in the downtown lights, falling from winter chilled clouds that were roofing the last parts of the setting sun. Lisbon sighed as being remembered of the fateful night her dad shot himself. It was also raining on that day and frighteningly dark. Images of the night flashed through her brains. Her clothes were completely soaked, her hair drained with the salt water falling out of the sky when she opened the frontdoor of their modest house which was standing in the dark and unkindly part of the town. Then she saw the two agents sitting on her couch, trying to calm her little brother down. She knew something was wrong. The insistent feeling in her chest grew more and more as she saw her brother crying. 

"Watch out!" Shouted Rigsby suddenly. Lisbon snapped out of her thoughts, facing a car rapidly coming towards the van. The headlights in front of her blinded her; she started seeing black and red dots as consequence of looking straight into the bright lights, but that didn't keep her from trying to save the situation. Her reflexes reacted immediately and she forcefully revolved the steering wheel to the right with all her might. Van Pelt, Rigsby and Cho's bodies were abruptly launched against the side of the van. Lisbon's eyes were focused on the two headlights passing by. With her heart beating in her chest as if it would jump out of her any moment, she pressed upon the brake with her foot. "Are you guys okay?" She asked carefully, looking in the back at Rigsby and Cho who gave her oppressive looks. Lisbon laughed slightly as she saw Rigsby was almost lying on Cho; and Cho didn't find it amusing at all. He quickly pushed him over to his own seat and nodded. "You nearly got us killed." Spoke Van Pelt , who was trying to fix her hair. Her hair was as wild as the jungle, untamable and unruly. "Sorry.. I was lost in my thoughts." She explained, taking a long breath. The eyes of her team were focused on her, which was making her nervous for the first time. Why was she feeling nervous? She would always feel anxious when something scary or thrilling is going to happen. "Shall I drive boss?" Suggested Cho, already getting up. Lisbon nodded in agreement and they switched seats. She sighed, looking out of the window to the pouring rain. A flash and a loud bang of thunder made her muscles draw unexpectedly. She had a strange feeling about this case.

The van entered the foreboding forest. Van Pelt felt a shiver rushing down her spine as she looked at the bald branches spiking up to the dark sky. The slumbering moon halo-ed by a scattering of stars that twinkled more than a thousand diamonds lit up the sky as dark as thick black velvet. In the distance, a big house wooden house could be seen. Van Pelt gazed at Rigsby who looked frightenedly open mouthed at the almost like mansion. Cho who didn't seem to give a shit about the old, scary house parked the car right in front of the gate. The engine shut off and the team got out of the van. The walkway leading up to house was cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses grew wildly in thick batches by the gate. With Lisbon leading holding a flashlight, the team entered the house. The door squeaked wailingly as Lisbon pushed against the door. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans as the team walked through the corridors. They arrived at the foot of the staircase. Lisbon stood and peered at the top, wondering when a twisted head person will crawl down and have her and the team for dinner. "It seems creepy" Mumbled Rigsby. Lisbon nodded in agreement. She summoned strength and tiptoed her way up the stairs, followed by Rigsby, Van Pelt and the calm Cho. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any moment.

Lisbon opened the first door she saw, and gasped as she saw the corpse of a woman lying on the ground. She pointed her flashlight at the corpse. The woman on the floor was lifeless. Her auburn hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but her jade irises held a sudden sadness. Her clothes, a lime green tunic and some black capris, were bloody. Her body was slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying on the cold wooden floor. Van Pelt covered her mouth and nose with her hands as she looked at the awful sight. It wasn't the first time she'd seen a dead body, but this one was lying in a creepy house, it smelt and it was dark. "Ew.. Rigsby, what's her cause of death?" Lisbon asked, sighing heavily. Rigsby kneeled down next to the body and checked her. "Hm.. various stabbing wounds, bruises on her neck.. Probably strangled, but cut open when she was still alive." Said Rigsby, taking a closer look on the stab wounds. "I don't understand. Where's the Red John smiley? And more important, where's Jane? He'd said he was already here." Spoke Lisbon, looking around. "Probably in the kitchen making some tea. I'll go and check." Rigsby stood up and walked out of the room. Van Pelt almost choked as she came closer to the body. Lisbon noticed it. "Go outside and call forensics. I can't believe nobody has been here to check on this body yet." Sighed Lisbon. Van Pelt nodded and rushed rapidly out of the room. Only Lisbon and Cho were left standing in the smelling room. "I bet you want to go too?" She asked sarcastically. Cho responded by only shaking with his head, his facial expression was serious, but changed as soon as a loud bang could be heard. It came from the kitchen. Cho pulled out his gun immediately as consequence of his fast reflexes. He gave Lisbon a look; "I'll go and check." He said as he rushed out of the room. Lisbon wanted to follow him, but couldn't as the door in front of her abruptly closed. Lisbon tried to open it, but it was steadily locked. She pushed her shoulder to the door and kicked with her knees against it, to no avail. "Damnit." She cursed. 

She heard the gurgling sound of something.. liquid. Lisbon turned around; she paled, raising a hand to cover her beating heart as she took in the scene in front of her. She pointed her flashlight on him. Jane was standing next to the dead woman's body, blood covering his hands. His once blonde curls had stains of crimson red blood in it. He smirked widely as he noticed she was looking at him. Lisbon's widened eyes drifted off to the red smiley he had drawn upon the wall next to the body. "Well hello Lisbon." He spoke. 

Cho ran down the stairs, holding his gun tightly. He wondered why Lisbon wasn't following him. There was no time to question that, he needed to check out the kitchen since something might've happened to his dear friend Rigsby. He gasped as entered the kitchen; Rigsby's body was lying helplessly on the ground. Cho bent over to check his pulse. Fortunate, he was still alive. Cho wanted to stand up to get Lisbon, but was surprised by the feeling of solid metal against his head. His vision blurred and everything became black.

"Jane.. Are you crazy?" Lisbon didn't want to believe it, the fact that Jane had murdered someone.

"I'm more than crazy. In fact, I'm crazier than you think." He said in a mysterious way while grabbing a napkin out of his trousers' pocket. He then wiped off the blood on his hands and threw the napkin carelessly onto the body. Lisbon's thoughts drifted off to the moments Jane had been chasing after Red John. The moments he'd smiled at her, telling her nothing was wrong. He'd lied. He had lied to her, for over eight years.

"I know what you're thinking. But it's time i'm presenting you the real me. Lisbon." The cold look reflected on his face gave her shudders. His hands were tightly closed around the cold surface of the with blood covered knife she noticed just now. He seemed to have no sense of humanity. His heart seemed to be made of stone at the moment. So many questions started popping up in her head, but the first one she'd asked was; 

"Why Jane..?" She asked, her eyes welling up with tears. Tears of betrayal. He had been unfaithful to her. She was more than maddened; but he was silent, unresponsive, as if he did not hear her. He had been unfaithful to her  in such a low way. He'd played a game with her, and she didn't notice. He only smiled carelessly, as if he was enjoying the lost puppy look in her eyes. Then his mouth opened, slowly speaking out the words she'd never wanted to hear.

"I'm Red John."

Why? Why did he kill his own family? Why did he join the CBI? Did he fake his sad feelings about the death of his wife and child? The questions flashed through her mind as racing cars trying to reach the finish line. Jane had lied to her many times before, but this time. It actually hurt. 

"You're probably wondering why I killed my own family. Long story short. I didn't kill my daughter. Angela did. She abused Charlotte in an awful way and... I didn't know. Charlotte couldn't take it anymore, so she'd grabbed a knife to defend herself from her devilish mother. Instead, her mother stabbed her own daughter. I came home, facing my daughter dead on the floor with my wife sobbing next to her body. She told me everything. Then.. well I think you can guess what happened next." He spoke, playing with the knife in his hands. He weighed the knife in his hand. It was no heavier than a kitchen blade but would cut on first contact, even with minimum pressure. It's serrations were like waves, but not randomly so like on the cheaper knives. They would slide in smoothly and do maximum damage on the way out, like the barbs of a fishing hook. His victims would suffer.. suffer, just like his daughter did. 

"You're killing your wife's family and friends. And to hide your identity, you killed people who knew something about you. Even close friends.." Lisbon confirmed. She wanted to say something else, show him her feelings; I trusted you! I cared for you! I prayed to the gods that you remained healthy, happy, strong. You betrayed me. But she knew it wouldn't make any difference. He was a brutal psychopath. 

"What can I say? I love to play games Lisbon." He smirked carelessly, slowly walking towards her. His once charming, kind eyes were fulfilled with a sick murderous look. Lisbon pulled out her gun and pointed it at his head. He stopped walking, still smirking mysteriously. Her hands were shaking as she looked at him. "You won't shoot me Lisbon." He said, slowly walking over to the door. He was right. She didn't dare to shoot him. She'd admired him for nearly eight years. She loved him. 

But she had to act like a cold hearted cop, so she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. A loud bang could be heard, it interrupted the silent atmosphere of the house. She gasped as Jane's numb body fell onto the ground. Blood poured unlimitedly from the hole in his forehead, streaming down on his cheek and nose. His blue eyes once filled with joy and life were straight opened; he was staring at her. The grin on his face was terrifying. She watched as the life drained away from his body. She kneeled down next to his body letting the gun fall down onto the cold hard ground. Her lips quivered and she couldn't held in her sadness anymore. Tears streamed down her face. Why did you make me do this Jane? She sobbed, her shoulders shaking heavily with each sob. 

Flash. Daydream.

"You won't shoot me Lisbon." He said, slowly walking over to the door. Lisbon snapped out of her thoughts as she looked at him again. She didn't want him to end up dead. The image of when he would be dead frightened her. 

"Before I go. I want to say this." He said, slowly coming closer; his face was close to hers. She could feel his warm breath against her bare skin which gave her shudders. He whispered something very familiar in her ear. 

'Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?'

The poem repeated itself in her head as Jane opened the door she wasn't able to open before. He smirked at her. "See you soon. Lisbon" Then he left. Lisbon's whole body was shaking heavily as she put the gun back in her holster. She had let him go. A couple of minutes later, she ran downstairs, directly to the kitchen. She almost stumbled upon the bodies of Rigsby and Cho. Lisbon pulled out her gun again, looking around for the one who'd attacked them. She wasn't surprised when she saw a red smiley drawn upon the wall, right above Cho's and Rigsby's bodies. Jane. She checked for pulses and wanted to grab her cellphone to call 911. Crap, it was still lying in the car. She rushed outside as soon as she felt their pulses and had confirmed that their life wasn't in danger.

Van Pelt was sitting down in the van, still calling with forensics. She'd explained the details of the body over the phone and they confirmed a team was already on their way to the scene. She frowned as she saw Jane walking out of the house. She couldn't see him clearly because it was really dark outside. He looked at her and waved. She waved back, confused what he was doing here. He didn't seem to go to the van; he walked into the direction of the dark forest. Her eyes followed his figure until he disappeared into the forests of the night.

A couple of minutes later, Van Pelt was startled by Lisbon knocking on the driver's seat window. Van Pelt unlocked the door; she had locked it because there could be some unkindly figures wandering around in the forests around this time; Lisbon entered the van. "Van Pelt, call FBI, PD, Ambulance everyone." She spoke. Van Pelt immediately grasped her phone and called 911. "Why? And what should I tell them?" She asked before dialing the number. Lisbon sighed and got out of the car. "Cho and Rigsby are knock out. And..there's a serial killer on the loose. Tell them.. Patrick Jane is Red John." She said, slamming the car door shut. She ran into the forest. It was so dark she was barely able to see where she was going. There were only small sounds of rustling bushes and the howl of the wind. She didn't know what laid in the dark forest.The trees were densely packed together, leaving just enough space to allow someone to maneuver through. She stopped running and pressed her palm against a tree. Lisbon smirked as she breathed in the scent of the forest.

"I like to play games too Jane."

Just a little oneshot. By the way, I made up the street name since i'm not living in Sacramento and I have absolutely no idea what the street names are officially. Anyway. Hope you liked it. Comment, rate, anything you'd like. :)