I am a fan of Blindspot. The character's live in my mind, but I don't own them. Hope you enjoy...
Kurt looked at Nas in concern.
"She's not answering," He insisted.
"Her phone is off, the battery removed."
"That hasn't happened since Sandstorm…" Kurt argued.
"Since they tried to kill her," Nas agreed.
"So…they took her?" Kurt looked at Nas seriously.
"I don't know," Nas admitted.
"When was the last time she was in contact with anyone?" Kurt asked.
Nas checked the phone history. "She was texting someone."
"Who?" Kurt asked in frustration.
"It looks like she was meeting someone…" Nas looked up at Kurt, "She was going on a date."
"A date?" He looked at her as though he didn't know the meaning of the word.
"She was meeting a man named Oliver…" Nas explained.
"Oliver Kind?" Kurt demanded.
"You know him?" Nas looked up at him in surprise.
"He hit on Jane at the museum. He was the water pollution expert." Kurt reminded her.
"That's right," Nas remembered, "He gave her his card."
"And apparently she used it." Kurt said with a tick in his cheek. "Have they been seeing each other long?"
"It looks like last night was only their second date," Nas said checking the texts.
"Run a check on Oliver Kind," Kurt insisted.
Nas pulled up the NSA database.
"Well," Kurt asked impatiently.
"Oliver filed a police report last night," Nas told him with a serious expression.
"For what?" Kurt knew he was impatient and slightly out of control, but couldn't seem to reign himself in.
"He reported Jane missing." Nas admitted reluctantly.
"We need to bring him in," Kurt insisted.
"I'll have him picked up," Nas agreed watching Kurt walk away.
"Jane is missing," Kurt told the team at the morning briefing.
"Missing?" Patterson looked concerned.
"Maybe she's just late," Tasha suggested.
"No," Nas denied, "She was taken from a carnival last night."
"Why are we just hearing about this now?" Reed demanded.
"She was on a date," Nas explained, "He notified the police, but didn't know to contact us."
"Was it Oliver?" Patterson worried.
"You've met Oliver?" Kurt demanded with a scowl.
"No," Patterson denied, "I just know he was interested in Jane. He kept texting her. She didn't know if she was ready for dating…but I wanted to help her get out there."
"What did you do?" Kurt didn't look amused.
"I texted him back for her… said she would meet him." Patterson admitted.
"What do we know about this guy?" Reed asked.
"Nothing," Kurt looked at Patterson accusingly.
"You don't think that he…" She worried.
"I don't know what to think," Kurt denied, "We have him in holding. Let's find out what he has to say."
"Maybe Reed and I should question him," Nas suggested reasonably.
"No," Kurt didn't even hesitate as he turned toward the interview room.
Sharing a look Reed and Tasha followed after him.
Kurt entered the interrogation room with a scowl on his face.
"Have you found anything out about Jane?" Oliver worried looking at his expression.
"No," He denied pulling out a chair.
Nas joined him and looked at Oliver, "We need you to tell us what happened last night."
"What's going on?" Oliver worried, "I called the police last night."
"Jane is a consultant for the FBI," Nas explained, "The fact that she was taken, is of great concern to us."
"I'm just as concerned." Oliver agreed in agitation.
"How did this happen?" Kurt demanded, ignoring Oliver's words.
"We went to a carnival. Jane had never played skeet ball before," Oliver remembered quietly, "She said she had an unusual childhood, but she looked happy."
Kurt's hands clenched.
"We need to know everything," Nas explained to Oliver and reminded Kurt.
"We moved around and she was asking me what we could get for our tickets…I told her probably and eraser or plastic vampire fangs. She saw this stuffed shark and asked me how many tickets that was. I told her thousands and thousands. She teased me and asked if I didn't think we could do it. I told her we could but it would take a serious commitment and was she sure she was up for it. She told me that shark was hers. I wasn't talking about the shark…" Oliver admitted.
"We understand," Nas interrupted when Kurt shifted in his seat.
"What happened next?" Nas encouraged.
"I reached for her hand," Oliver admitted, "She didn't pull away. In fact she looked almost surprised. I don't think she'd ever held hands either…"
"How did you lose her?" Kurt interrupted.
Oliver seemed to shake himself from his memories. "I went to get us some drinks, when I came back she was gone."
"How do you know she didn't just leave on her own?" Nas asked gently.
"I asked around and one of the venders said that some woman had passed out and was carried away. The woman was Jane." Oliver insisted.
"Did the guy give you any description of the person that took her?" Kurt demanded leaning forward.
"He gave a description to the police," Oliver insisted.
"We need to bring him in," Kurt pushed back from the table.
"Wait," Oliver protested when Kurt went to leave the room, "I want to help find her."
Kurt looked over at the man that had failed to protect Jane and had to fight the urge not to hurt him.
"Not going to happen," He told him before turning and leaving the room.
Nas looked over at Oliver, "Thank you for your help."
"He's not her brother is he?" Oliver asked Nas unnecessarily.
"No," Nas agreed, "He's not."
