I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters.

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I'm already having withdrawals…sigh. This is I'm sure the nicer more friendly version of what they are about to do to us. You have been warned.

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Remi sat next to the stranger she was married to and held his hand. The first day she'd been encouraged to take it, but in the days that followed she'd found an uncomfortable reassurance by holding it. She didn't understand it, but that didn't stop her from taking it every time she found herself by his side, which was with disconcerting regularity.

He'd had several surgeries and hadn't woken up yet. That bothered her. She looked down at the ring sitting so innocently on her finger and didn't understand how she could have married him. She was engaged to Oscar. She loved Oscar. Even as she thought that her hand tightened around his.

Her heart began to race. She still hadn't heard back from him or Roman. Sheppard would never have ignored her call for help. This mission was simply too important. Jane knew that she might be expendable, but the mission wasn't.

Her only contact since she had woken up was the FBI team she was determined to destroy and the hospital staff that watched her with compassionate expressions.

They'd told her she wasn't pregnant. They expected devastation, but the relief she'd felt was acute. She'd had a child and had it had been taken from her. She didn't need that complication right now. Not with the failed memory and missing pieces of her life.

They'd also warned her about being poisoned. She didn't believe them. She felt fine.

Suddenly, the hand inside her own twitched, before turning and grasping hers tightly.

"You're awake," Kurt's relief was apparent.

Remi felt a fluttering in her heart as her eyes met his for the first time.

"You are too," She said softly.

"What happened?" Kurt was clearly confused. She knew that feeling.

"You were shot," Remi explained, "There were complications, but you're going to be fine."
She didn't know that for sure, but it was important that she believe it…and that he did.

Suddenly, Kurt remembered.

Remi watched in dismay when his eyes welled up.

"What's wrong?" She worried. Had he figured it out already? Did something about her give away her plan?

"You're sick," Kurt's hand tightened on hers.

"I feel fine," Remi dismissed.

"We need to find the other drives that Roman hid." Kurt said urgently.

Hearing him talk about Roman made Remi recoil in panic. How did he even know about him?

"Roman…" She didn't know what she was going to ask him, but his next words floored her.

"I know he's dead," Kurt soothed her, "But his work on the cure could still save you."

"He's…dead." Remi repeated her heart faltering. The room began to spin and she felt the walls closing in on her.

Kurt suddenly realized they'd been talking about Roman's death when Jane had first passed out. Seeing her ashen complexion and dilated eyes, he realized he was about to lose her again.

"Jane…" Kurt struggled to sit up, only to fall back weakly, "Look at me…"

Remi tried to breathe, but her breath had been stolen from her. Roman was dead…Roman was… Just that quickly she knew nothing else.

Kurt's hand tightened on hers and he pulled her limp body against the bed so keep her from hitting the floor. He'd never felt so helpless. He reached over and pressed the nurses call button.

Remi came to as abruptly as she'd passed out.

"Don't try to get up," Kurt protested gently, his hand burrowed in her hair. "I've got you."

"What's going on?" Remi sat up gingerly and Kurt reluctantly released her.

"You're sick," He said with difficulty. The thought of losing her overwhelming, no amount of time would ever change that.

"They said I was poisoned," Jane began to wonder if it was true.

"Zip," Kurt reminded her.

Remi didn't understand, Weller knew about Roman, the zip, what else did he know and where was Oscar and Sheppard? How had she ended up married? She had no answers and suddenly she needed them.

The nurse came in and smiled when she realized that Kurt was awake, "Glad you're back with us."

"My wife…she fainted." Kurt dismissed her comment.

The nurse looked at Jane with the typical sympathetic expression, "The Doctor protested releasing you."

At that chiding Kurt turned to Jane in concern, "You need to be readmitted."

"If they could cure me," Remi reminded him, "They already would have."

The nurse checked Kurt's vitals and looked over at Remi expectantly. Remi just shook her head and the nurse left with a look of exasperation.

"Roman's other hard drives are our best chance," Kurt admitted.

"Well," Remi was barely holding it together, "I can't find them in here."

"You can't find them at all," Kurt insisted, "You keep fainting. You can't go back into the field."

"Well, if I don't, I die," Jane reminded him.

"We have the team," Kurt insisted, "They'll help us."

Remi couldn't imagine what had happened in the missing years to get to this point. She'd been sent in to destroy the FBI, and now Weller was actually insisting that they were the only chance at saving her. She would never depend on them for that.

She needed Intel fast. She couldn't trust anyone, looking at the hand still holding Weller's she suddenly realized she couldn't even trust herself.

Remi abruptly stood up and backed away from the temptation Weller represented.

"Jane?" Kurt was looking at her with a worried expression.

"I…" Remi racked her brain for an excuse to leave. She should have left before he'd woken up, she didn't know why she hadn't.

Just then the door pushed open and the man she now knew as Rich entered, "You're awake!"

Kurt didn't look away from Jane. She looked so hunted right then, he frowned in concern.

"How long am I going to be in here?" Kurt finally turned his attention to Rich.

"I'm not your doctor," Rich reminded him.

"I'm sure you've already hacked into the hospital records and know my diagnosis." Kurt scoffed.

"Now that you mention it," Rich looked pleased, "I have."

"Well?" Kurt demanded impatiently.

"You're in here for at least another week." Rich said bluntly.

"What's been happening?" Kurt didn't say anything about that, but Rich knew it was going to be an uphill battle keeping Kurt where he needed to be.

"We've checked through the files Roman left Jane," Rich admitted, "We haven't been able to uncover any Intel on where the other drives might be located."

"I should look," Remi wanted nothing more than to find out exactly what was going on.

"You can come back with me," Rich offered, "Patterson even had another go at Sheppard to find out what she might know."

"What?" Remi was looking at Rich in shock.

"I know," Rich held up his hands, "After Sheppard tortured her, you would think she wouldn't want to be anywhere near her, but she must really love you because she didn't even flinch."

"Where's Sheppard now?" Remi demanded.

"She's back in CIA custody," Rich explained, "She didn't take the news of Roman's death very well…and she said she doesn't know where Roman might have hidden anything."

"She might just be saying that," Kurt insisted.

"Jane's the only child she has left," Rich reminded Kurt, "She wouldn't just let her die."

Remi heard Rich's protest, but she knew better. For the good of the mission, Sheppard would let her die…

"She would," Kurt said with certainty, "But I won't. Nothing is going to keep us from finding those other drives."

"We won't let you down," Rich assured them both.

Remi was watching silently. Roman was dead, Sheppard was in CIA custody, that only left Markos and Oscar…she needed to find them.

"You should go with Rich," Kurt insisted, "You knew your brother better than anyone. Look through the files and see if you can find anything that might lead us to the other drives."

Remi nodded, but her head was still reeling from what she'd just found out.

Kurt watched them go with a troubled frown. Something was off, but he didn't know what it was. Leaning his head back against the pillow he looked over at where Jane had been sitting. There was a partially eaten sandwich sitting next to her chair. It was only as he studied it absently that he realized it was a turkey sandwich. His head jerked up at that realization, but Jane was vegan…

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Jane sat silently and looked through the files. Not the new files that Roman had left her, the old files, the ones that damned her. She'd turned on her family. Not only that, but she was instrumental in taking them down.

She'd stopped Sheppard, zipped Roman…but she'd killed Oscar. She felt tears flood her eyes at that realization. How could she have done that?

Jane had helped the FBI, even after they'd arrested her. She'd spent months in a CIA black site. Suddenly, she had a flash of memory. She'd been hanging from her arms…Remi shook her head to dispel the image. Nothing made sense. When they'd zipped her, the fake life she'd built up so carefully had inexplicably become real.

Now she'd lost everything. Roman, Sheppard and Oscar were all gone. The FBI expected her to help them find Roman's other clues so that they could save her, but she didn't care about that. After everything she'd done, there was no saving her. She just wanted revenge. They could look for Roman's clues all they wanted, she was determined to find out who'd killed her brother and when she did she was going to make them pay.

Reading through the report she'd filed about Roman's death, she closed her eyes tightly. She'd said Roman hadn't told her who shot him, but she was afraid. She'd killed Oscar…had she killed Roman too? Had Jane been protecting herself when she'd said she didn't know who killed her brother? The thought was so painful Remi's head began to pound.

"Jane," Patterson said again, a worried frown on her face, "What are you doing?"

Remi looked up at the woman called Patterson with a scowl on her face. How was she supposed to figure anything out with all these interruptions?

"I'm studying the files," Remi reminded her, "Isn't that what you wanted me to do?"

"Are you okay?" Patterson worried, ignoring her harsh rejoinder.

"No, I'm dying," Remi reminded her.

"Jane…" Patterson was at a loss. "Did you call Avery yet?"

"Avery?" Jane felt a jolt at that question.

"I know she just left for College," Patterson agreed, "But I think she'd want to know what's going on."

Avery had been what she named her daughter…

"I don't know," Remi admitted.

"Well, if I was your daughter, I'd want to know. You and Weller have grown really close to her, if you don't tell her you're sick and Weller's in the hospital, she's going to be hurt."

Jane had found Avery! For the first time since she'd realized what was going on, Remi didn't want to kill Jane.

"I can't remember how to contact her," Remi was forced to admit.

"Do you want me to do it?" Patterson offered.

"No," Remi immediately denied, "I just need her number."

"I can get it for you," Patterson assured her.

Remi stiffly nodded in acceptance. She might hate the FBI, but if they knew how to find her daughter, then she'd let them. It didn't mean anything, she wouldn't let it.

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Patterson watched Jane leave with Avery's number, her forehead creased in a frown.

Jane was acting strangely. She knew that being told you were potentially dying of zip poisoning after just losing your brother and watching your husband skate close to death would be devastating to anyone, but something didn't make any sense. Kurt had woken up this morning, shouldn't have that at least taken some of the worry away?

The phone in her pocket began to vibrate and she pulled it out impatiently. When she saw that it was Weller, she lost her irritation and answered it immediately.

"I'm glad you finally woke up," She teased him, "Sleeping Beauty was a girl…"

"Very funny," Weller said distracted, "Have you seen Jane?"

"She was just here," Patterson assured him, "I gave her Avery's number, so she probably didn't answer because she was on the phone with her."

"You gave her Avery's number?" Kurt jumped on that.

"Kurt…" Patterson didn't want to worry him, but she also didn't want to lie. "She couldn't remember it."

At the silence that followed her admission, Patterson had to blink back tears.

"When she was looking through the drive," Kurt asked quietly, "Did she find anything?"

"Actually," Patterson told him, "She wasn't looking through the drive. She was looking through our old case files."

"Which ones?" Kurt's anxiety notched up.

"The ones we keep on Sandstorm."

Just like that Kurt's fear became reality. He just knew.

"Where is she now?" He asked softly.

"I don't know," Patterson denied.

"I need you to help me with something," Kurt was about to trust Patterson with his life.

"Of course," Patterson didn't hesitate.

"I need you to find a way to place a tracker on her," Kurt said softly.

"On Jane?" Patterson didn't understand.

"That's not Jane," Kurt denied.

"What are you talking about?" Patterson began to worry about Kurt.

"That's…Remi." Kurt forced the admission out.

"What?" Patterson looked around the lab frantically to make sure nobody was close enough to overhear them.

"She's been acting off," Kurt admitted, "When I mentioned Roman she looked shocked…devastated."

"So you think she's regained all of her memories?" Patterson clarified.

"No," Kurt denied, "I think she only remembers being Remi."

"But…" Patterson suddenly felt fear, "Remi hates the FBI and it was her plan to destroy us."

"You need to change Jane's security clearance," Weller urged her, "Get that tracking devise on her and warn Reade, but nobody else."

"Kurt…" Patterson hesitated, "We can't just let her walk around like this. We need to detain her."

"NO!" Kurt denied, "We detained Roman and we all see how that worked out. Don't let on that you realize anything's wrong."

"She could hurt someone," Patterson argued, "She could have killed you before you woke up!"

"But she didn't," Kurt insisted, "She had the chance and she didn't."

"She didn't know about Sheppard and Roman then," Patterson argued, "She was still undercover. Now she knows!"

"She chooses to be Jane," Kurt argued.

"She doesn't even remember Jane!" Patterson argued back.

"Patterson," Weller said wearily, "I know her heart…please."

"Fine," Patterson relented, "But is she ends up killing me, I'm haunting you."

Weller shook his head in exasperation. "I'll see how quickly I can get out of here."

"No," Patterson denied, "Killing yourself won't help. We've got this."

"I owe you," Kurt told her.

"No," Patterson denied, "This is what families do…"

Hanging up the phone Patterson took a deep breath. She hoped Kurt was right, because she refused to lose any more of her family. Her fingers flew over the keys as she began protecting the FBI from one of its biggest allies. She knew what Jane could do, but her good heart and kind nature kept her in check. If she didn't remember that part of herself…Patterson shook her head, this was so not good.