Author's Note:

Hello! So, I started this story about a month ago... pretty much straight after Jane and Oscar slept together. With everything changing so dramatically on the show, I wanted to post it sooner rather than later, so it's not in two parts! Next part will be up in a few days or a week! I'm hoping before Blindspot Finale comes out, but, that's unlikely!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!


Summary: There were many possible consequences for meeting up with Oscar; Jane never considered that falling pregnant would be one of them. How does this new situation affect the mission and her relationship with the FBI? Set before 1x21.

Characters: [Jane Doe/Taylor; Oscar]; Dr Borden; Mayfair; Kurt;

Categories: Romance.

Beta: MonkeyPajamas and ThisVioletofMine


Chapter One

Jane knew there were many possible consequences for meeting up with Oscar.

First, lying to the FBI. By not revealing that she knew somebody who not only knew who she was, but most likely knew about all of the tattoos, wasn't good - in fact, it was at the very least a possible obstruction of a criminal case.

Second, everything about Oscar, who he is, and who she really was, was also not good - mainly because it was evidence that she was one of the masterminds behind this whole plan. Meaning, she - at one point - knew what the tattoos meant.

Third, all of the memories she was having usually involved Oscar in some way, and the more time she spent with him- every time his fingers touched her arm, or he stood so close that she could smell his cologne- the more she remembered. Sometimes, it was just feelings- especially how she felt about him. And that was dangerous; she needed to focus on the mission - whatever that was.

Fourth, she was falling in love with Oscar - officially, back in love with him, but for the first time as Jane - and that came with a van load of issues.

Fifth, Kurt- he was part of her life and she didn't want to screw that up.

One consequence that Jane hadn't even considered, though, was this one. She bent over, her hands over her flushed face as she took a deep breath. There were only two things she knew right now - she had no idea what to do and she was definitely screwed .

When her phone rang, she picked it up instantly, but held it a few seconds before she actually answered the call. "Hello?" She answered, the greeting sounding fake to her ears. Was that how she normally answered the phone?

"Jane, it's Kurt. Patterson's unlocked another one of your tattoos," he informed her.

With a sigh, she shook her head. "I'm not feeling well today. I, uh.. I think I ate something funny, and it isn't sitting well."

"Are you okay?" Kurt questioned, his voice immediately concerned.

"Yes, don't worry, Weller. I sorta know what's wrong… It's just something I ate- I really must not have liked it." Jane explained; at least it wasn't a complete lie. "It should pass soon, but I just don't think chasing after a tattoo right now is the best call."

She could envision him nodding. "Okay. Call me if you need anything."

"I will." Jane responded before ending the call. The phone remained in her hands before she put it down and picked up the burner phone instead. She had never actually called Oscar before- they'd only ever spoken face to face- she wasn't sure he would even answer it.

The call connected, and she waited a second for him to speak, but he didn't.

"It's Jane, I need to talk to you," she stated clearly. Another second went by. "It's important. Our usual place, as soon as you can- I'll be there." After waiting another second to see if he would respond, she decided to end the call and just hope for the best.


Jane knew it was a gamble to go straight to their meeting point and wait for him - he didn't confirm that he'd received the message. For all she knew, he wasn't even the person who answered the phone. Thankfully, she wasn't waiting long before he walked into the room.

"What's going on?" He asked her.

Jane could tell he was wary. Like he was waiting for somebody to jump out. Like he was fearful that this time she'd brought the FBI with her, or something equally worrisome. She felt slightly put-off - he still didn't completely trust her. Then again, she wasn't truly the person he knew.

"There's a problem. The FBI are going to find out that I haven't been truthful with them." Jane finally replied, not bothering to stand up from the crate she was sitting on. She couldn't even bring herself to look in his eyes.

Oscar instantly walked closer to her. "How?"

Jane didn't know why she hesitated, why she felt like this wasn't the way to tell somebody that they were going to be a father, but she didn't know how else to say it. "Because I'm pregnant." She revealed. She added instantly, "I haven't slept with anyone else." She wasn't sure if it was more for her benefit or his. She wasn't sure what they had, but she needed him to know she had been faithful to him.

His immediate reaction was not one she expected; she had expected him to think first and foremost for the mission, but he didn't. Instead, his lips turned upwards in a smile as his eyes stared at her in surprise. "You're pregnant?" He repeated, almost as if he didn't understand the words from her mouth before his lips closed in on hers.

There wasn't any hesitation from her as she responded. This kiss was much different from their other kisses - which were from impulse and need. Their first kiss was hungry, fueled with passion and memories of the past. They'd slept together for the first time that same night - and that was just over three months ago now. They'd been spending more and more time together since then, but never really discussed what they were together. Both knew the emotions that fueled their time together, but until now, they'd kept it strictly physical.

She knew now that they had been reckless to not think about contraception, but she didn't have a point of reference on this. There wasn't a point in her (new) life where she had discussed contraception or even sex with anybody. With Oscar, they had barely talked about the fact that they were sleeping together and it was never in detail. And there had never been a reason at the FBI. Not to mention she didn't really have any 'girl friends' where that conversation would come up.

They finally pulled apart, his face still filled with awe, before everything about the situation seemed to rush back to him. He took a step back. "We have to pull you out of the mission."

"What?" Jane questioned immediately, standing up. She wasn't expecting that. "Why?"

"You can't go on a mission when you're pregnant." Oscar replied simply with a sigh as he turned away from her, clearly thinking about what to do.

But Jane's eyebrows only furrowed together.

"You can't go on a mission whilst you're pregnant." Oscar told her with a laugh, his arms coming around her waist. "We both know that."

His happiness was contagious. "I wouldn't call this a mission, Osc," she replied, laughing.

"I was pregnant before." Jane declared, her voice soft as she looked up at him.

This time, though, his expression was dark; he looked more saddened and concerned. "Yeah. You remember that?" He asked, the disbelief and shock evident in his voice.

"You've said that before." She informed him, a seemingly random statement. Before either of them could continue, her phone buzzed. It made them both jump, a reminder of the outside world - the mission, Weller, the FBI. Jane looked at Oscar, almost asking for permission, before she answered. "Taylor." She answered, her eyes widening- she definitely has not answered her phone like that before, and that felt wrong coming from her lips.

"Jane?" Kurt's voice came through. "Are you alright? Did you just answer as Taylor?"

"I was... trying it out." Jane replied, purposely not answering his first question. She looked at Oscar again, unable to read his expression. She knew he must be angry at her - such a small mistake could cost them the mission. If only she'd said "Jane," maybe it would help. Remind him that she was still focused on the task at hand, that she could handle this.

"Where are you?" Kurt asked you. "I thought I'd check on you - I bought you some crackers and ginger ale."

Shit. "I needed some fresh air. I'll come back- let yourself in." She replied, knowing that he probably already had when she didn't answer the door.

"Where are you?" Kurt questioned.

Jane glanced around; when her gaze landed on Oscar, she quickly looked away. "Just two blocks away; I'll only be a few minutes."

"Alright." Kurt replied before they ended the call.

She barely had her phone back into her pocket before Oscar stated; "I don't want you to continue with this. It's too dangerous."

"I'll be fine."

"No. You can't continue this, Taylor!" Oscar repeated more forcefully, more urgently. She hadn't seen this side before; he was concerned for her, not just the mission.

Jane approached him. "I have to- I can't back down now. It's too late. If I quit now, it would have all been in vain. I tattooed my whole body, I've wiped my memory. I won't let that go to waste! Besides, I'm safe at the FBI."

"You know what will happen when they find out you're pregnant?" Oscar questioned accusingly.

"I won't be allowed out in the field." Jane answered before sighing; that wasn't what he meant. "I'll say I don't know who the father is - I went to a bar one night and hooked up with somebody… just a random guy. That happens all the time."

Oscar slowly nodded, reluctantly agreeing, although she was sure he was still thinking of a way to convince her to pull out. "Just stay safe, Taylor."

"You too, Osc." She replied, unable to stop the smile that tugged at her lips when she said that nickname for him - even if she had no idea why.

Oscar planted a gentle kiss on her temple, unwilling to let her go.

"I've gotta go. Weller's counting down …" she sighed. She hated interrupting the moment with Oscar, especially knowing how he felt about Kurt Weller. But they both knew Weller would come looking for her if she took much longer. She slowly pulled away, and with one last glance at Oscar, hurried back to her safe house.


Jane found Kurt pacing back and forth when she returned, a worried expression etched into his features. "Hey, what tattoo was it? How's the case going?" She asked him, trying to sound casual. She wondered if they had already solved the case- she wasn't sure how long ago he'd called. She knew it couldn't have been more than a few hours, but felt like a lifetime ago.

"Jane." Kurt said, relieved. "A shop owner- we are surveilling right now." He replied. There was a second of silence. "I thought I'd pop over and make sure that you were alright. I brought you some things - it's what Sawyer likes when he's sick."

She nodded. "Thanks, I'm already feeling better."

Kurt had been getting increasingly closer to her since she started to 'remember' their past as children.

"Why don't you ever call me Taylor?" She asked randomly. The FBI had confirmed it months ago, but Kurt still only introduced her Jane Doe. Only Oscar called her Taylor.

He was obviously surprised by the question and change of topic. "Would you prefer me to call you Taylor?"

Jane shrugged; to be honest, it would be weird for him to change what he called her now - she was used to Jane- from him, anyway. "No, I mean… it's not that. Just, you are the one who discovered who I was. You recognized me from all those years ago, and had Patterson run the DNA. Even still, I feel like you think of me as Jane, not Taylor. I just want to know why." She wasn't entirely sure where this was coming from, but if things did go bad at the FBI, she wanted to know if she could actually count on Kurt to be there for her, or if maybe he still just thought of her as an asset he happened to know as a child.

"I do see you as Taylor, more so in the last few weeks. When we first found out who you were, you had no memories and I didn't want to pressure you to be somebody you didn't remember. You were Jane, then. But now..." Kurt answered, his voice trailing off.

She nodded. "Thank you. But, you can call me Taylor, or anything, really, as long as I know you're referring to me." Jane felt her stomach churn - she knew she had less than twenty seconds to get to the bathroom. "Let me get changed and I'll come back to the office with you." She told him, quickly stepping from the room.


Jane threw water over her face to cool down before quickly brushing her teeth and changing simultaneously. When she walked out to the living room, Kurt was still waiting- he didn't ask her why it took her longer than usual. Then again, he never usually questioned her actions, and how long she took to get ready was hardly a great talking point.

Her stomach felt worse than it did earlier. Calling it morning sickness seemed like a cruel joke when it lasted all day.

As she joined Kurt again, getting into his car, she knew she couldn't keep her pregnancy hidden for long. She couldn't get Oscar's expression out of her head, or the knowledge that she had been pregnant before. But she didn't have a child, or at least, didn't have any memory of one. What had happened to it?

There were times that she was hesitant in trusting Oscar - she had no frame of reference of whether he is telling her the complete truth or not. She had no way to determine if, at any point, he was lying to her or not. But, she could feel this incredible pull towards him, and wanted to trust him more than was logical.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kurt asked, before starting the car. "We've got this, you can take the day off."

Jane looked at him, debating whether or not to tell him, and if she did tell him, how much. "I just… should go to the counselling session later. Dreams that I can't make sense of." She told him, hoping he didn't know she was lying.

"Dreams? Memories?" Kurt asked hopefully, peering over at her.

"Some memories, yes. Snippets, I just need to talk things over - " Jane drifted off, looking out of the window.

"You can always talk to me, Jane," he said quietly.

She turned to look at him. "Thanks." But she didn't say anything else, there was nothing else to say - she didn't feel entirely comfortable opening up to Kurt. Especially about this.


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