The Offer 2

"C'mon Jane, answer your phone." Kurt muttered

Kurt was standing outside Jane's safe house, he'd been there for about 30 minutes and the weather wasn't great, there was a fine rain which was more annoying than an actual downpour in his opinion. He had a key to her place but he didn't want to use it straight away. He knew she was tired and the fact that she was grazed and another bullet nearly ended her life, if it was just a couple of inches to the left then he would be burying her. The look in her eyes when she realised how close it was would haunt him. They got the bad guys and he'd insisted on her getting checked out and surprisingly she did without any complaints. He couldn't go with her to the hospital as he had to interrogate the suspects; it sucked being the boss sometimes. He ordered Zapata to go with her. He hoped he would make it to the hospital before she was discharged but as luck would have it he received her text just as he was about to gather his things.

"I'm fine, just a graze like I said. I'm going home."

He could still remember the text. By the time he got to her place, he calculated that she would have been back at her place for around 20 minutes. He could hear her phone every time it rang. He didn't want to leave a message, he needed to make sure that she was ok, and there was a look in her eyes that he didn't like when their eyes met after the near miss. He hated her voicemail recording:

"Leave a message."

He was getting frustrated with the same message, even though he knew it wouldn't change he was hoping she would pick up. He finally made the decision to enter her home; it would be worth her wrath just to make sure that she was ok. He would never forgive himself if he didn't go in and check and it's not as if he would be getting any sleep otherwise so his choices were limited, sleepless night or Jane's wrath. Jane's wrath it is he thought as he pulled out his copy of her key.

He pushed the key in and slowly opened the door. He drew his gun and started to clear the ground floor. He cautiously made his way up the stairs clearing each room as he went. The last room would be her bedroom, well the bathroom which was off of her bedroom. Oh crap, he thought, if she was having a nice relaxing bath and he barged in he would be black and blue for a couple of weeks. It was worth it to make sure she was fine he thought. He pushed her bedroom door open slowly and thankfully the light was on but he was shocked by what he saw. Jane had just stepped out of her bathroom with a towel, a short towel wrapped around her and drying her hair with another. She was shocked to see him there.

"Kurt?"

He knew he had a sheepish look on his face but he couldn't help it.

"Hey…this is technically your fault you know."

Jane raised her eyebrows at this.

"Really? Are you going to explain why or are you just going to shoot me?"

At his perplexed look she indicated his gun and he hastily holstered it.

"Sorry about that but if you actually answered your phone…"

"I was in the shower!"

"I've been outside for 30 minutes thinking all these horrible things that may have happened to you…"

"So you waited half an hour to see what may have happened?"

"Look, don't try and use logic on me. I wasn't going to just enter after one non answered call I'm not completely insane."

Another raised eyebrow.

"I was only in the shower for like ten minutes!"

"So why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Look, I didn't hear them ok. You could have waited a couple of minutes more…"

"What time is it Jane?"

"Well I left the hospital at around 9:45, Zapata dropped me off by 10:15 so it is 10:30 at the latest…"

"Try 11:15!"

"Oh please!"

Kurt took his cell out and showed her the time she was shocked that she dropped the towel that she was drying her hair with.

"He…he…he, I guess I should be lucky that you didn't call the whole NYO here to see what had happened to me shouldn't I?"

"We need to work on your voicemail message by the way. I just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing."

"I'm fine!"

"Jane, today… today was a close call. It could have ended every differently…"

"It didn't."

Kurt walked towards Jane and stopped in front of her.

"Jane I needed to see that you're ok."

Kurt waited for her to say something and when it became apparent that she wasn't going to he sighed in defeat.

"Do you need anything?" Kurt asked

He watched as she opened her mouth to say something then it seemed as if she changed her mind. He could see that she was debating something within her own mind so he just stood there waiting for her to come to a decision. He didn't have to wait too long. He watched as she closed her eyes, when she opened them he saw the clarity within them. She locked eyes with him. She took a breath and stood up straighter.

"I need you Kurt."

Kurt kept his eyes on hers but he saw out of the corner of his that her hand moved to the top of the towel, where the knot was and undid it. The towel fell to the floor.

"Please stay."

He never looked away from her eyes, her very expressive eyes. He saw everything he wanted to in those gorgeous green emeralds. His never moved south, not for one second. In fact his moved to her bed. He walked around her towards her bed and was back in front of her a few seconds later.

"Arms up!" Kurt demanded

She remained as she was. This didn't deter Kurt he simply placed the t-shirt over her head and pulled it down over her shoulders, her arms were still by her side, there was no way that he was going to thread her arms through the sleeves no matter how much he wanted to. He stepped closer to her and placed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

With that Kurt left. Jane didn't let the first tear fall until she heard the front door close. She offered herself to him and he literally walked out. That told her everything she needed to know. She thought they both felt the same way but after what just happened or not happen as the case may be, obviously it was just one sided on her part. She put her arms through the sleeves and went to bed and the tears continued to fall all night.

As soon as he shut the front door he was on the phone on the way to his car.

"We need to talk. Its urgent!"