I don't own Blindspot. I do own a bunch of yarn though.


"What is all this?" Kurt laughed as he opened the box. "Where did we get a box full of yarn?"

Jane rolled her eyes as she grabbed the box from Kurt. "From Patterson. We started knitting a while ago. Or, really, she knit, I drank, but I picked up a few things in the process."

"Wait, my wife can knit? How did I not know this?" Kurt tried to grab the box back. "Am I going to get a scarf for Christmas? Let me see."

Over the following weeks, Jane worked diligently, staring at the pattern, and trying to copy the stitches. She had carefully selected the colors, finding just the right yarn. It was soft and comforting, and Jane loved how it felt as it slid through her fingers. She had mastered the basics with Patterson, but this project seemed too important to make any mistakes.

It was half finished when Jane left.

A tiny blanket, alternating patterns of pink and white, meant for Bethany, the little girl she had only just met, but loved with her whole heart.

Bethany had only been a few months old when Jane left. Kurt visited as much as he could, flying back and forth from New York, Europe, Africa, wherever his search took him. He shouldered the heartache as best he could, knowing the sacrifices made so he could spend time with his daughter, only to be missing it as he searched for his wife. Every time he visited, he made sure to try and keep Jane's memory alive. He showed her pictures, said Jane's name, trying to imprint on her the memory of her other parent. The one who loved her so much she left just to keep her safe.

Eighteen months later, Jane nervously stood in front of Allie and Conor's house. She gripped Kurt's hand, taking a deep breath, trying to will herself to move forward. So much had changed since she was last here. Kurt assured her everything was alright, that Allie and Conor would welcome her back in their lives, grateful for her sacrifice. But that wasn't who she was worried about. No, it was that little girl, with wispy brown hair and bright blue eyes. Jane loved her with all her heart, carried that memory with her as she traveled around the world. But to Bethany, she was a stranger.

When the door opened, Bethany was in her mother's arms. No longer an infant, but a toddler, her brown hair curling around her ears, her blue eyes still shining bright. She watched Jane with a serious expression on her face, showing no emotion even as Allie wrapped Jane in a hug. Only when she saw Kurt did she let out an excited "Dada!" and reached out for a hug.

As the adults made their way inside, Bethany walked over to the couch, pulling down her lovey. She walked over to Jane, with the same critical expression as before. "Nay-nay," she said, holding out her lovey so Jane could see.

Jane stooped down, trying to hold back the tears. In Bethany's hands was the same blanket she had so lovingly knitted all that time ago.

"She carries it with her everywhere. Sleeps with it every night," Allie offered in response. "We told her it was from Jane… which became 'Nay nay.'"

"Hi, Bethany," Jane whispered, reaching her hand out to brush the little girl's curls. "I'm Jane."