Another sip of Devil's Cherry

Hey everyone! Like it says in the description, this is a one-shot after Devil's Cherry. I just thought of this one day (in a spurt of inspiration) and wrote it down. Please give your opinions, and as always:

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Disclaimer: Maybe, if I took Devil's Cherry, I would hallucinate that I owned the mentalist, because in reality, I don't.

Hey y'all i wrote this like three years ago and theres a lot of like bad writing and stuff idk, however someone requested that i publish it again so here you go. I'm sorry in advance!!

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Jane's P.O.V

I stare out at the skyline of Sacramento, and calmly sip the Belladonna tea. I can feel the warmth of it streaming down my throat, and the sweet scent reaches my nostrils. Of course, I didn't drink this for the taste. I lean back in my chair, watching as the edges of my vision blur, spinning slightly.

I wait, a minute, then two. The affects of belladonna could take awhile to sink in. The quiet is suffocating, but my thoughts wonder, and my head takes the same train of thought that had been darting around earlier. Maybe I could use this to work on Red John. It could help me see something that he's been trying to hide! I go to my board, covered with a map, covered in pictures, covered in notes, covered in more maps. My eyes helplessly scan the evidence.

"Using drugs to catch Red John?" A familiar voice says. I spin and see my dead daughter perching on the bed.

"It wasn't such a bad idea," I defend. She's wearing a light blue tank-top this time, the same bracelets, but new jeans. I don't know how she managed to change clothes when she's dead.

"You imagine me in different clothes," She explains.

"I guess you inherited my pseudo psychic powers," I note.

"No. My powers are real. The veil has been lifted off of my eyes, and I can see. I can see the truth, and you have nothing to hide. Because nothing can hide from me..." She finishes dramatically, lifting her hands in the air. Her hands fall to cover her mouth, as she giggles.

"Clever." I grin, and take a seat at my desk. "So, on a random note, how does all this 'hallucination stuff work?"

"Well, in your mind, I'm ,you know, tangible. As if I'm a real person. No one else can see me. The hallucinations vary depending on how much drugs you take. You didn't drink very much, so I'm guessing that you'll only see me. Maybe the occasional, uh, bunny. There won't be any talking in Scandinavian. I hope."

"That was fun. Did you see her face? She started freaking out, 'Oh, I've had belladonna!!'"

Charlotte laughs, but then her face takes one of a more serious expression. "So this is your nest. Where you pursue this unhealthy, unnatural obsession."

"Is this really what were going to talk about? I took drugs for this," I complain.

"You should want to talk about it, seeing as you're fascinated by him or whatever. I don't care about Red John"

"Uh, you realize he killed you, right?"

"No, I had no idea. Of course I know he killed me. And now it's time for you to get over me. Dad, I love you, but this is scary," She gestures around. "You should get yourself a girlfriend. Namely, Teresa Lisbon."