I do not own any of the Characters of Blindspot. I am just a fan...enjoy.
Jane was tired. They'd spent the past two day closing in on a clue Patterson had pulled from her tattoos. It was a big win, but it hadn't taken them any closer to Sandstorm. She knew everyone was on edge, desperate and frustrated. She understood and the responsibility of her past decisions was a weight that she carried and always would.
Sitting alone she knew that she was in a better place than she'd been since she found out she was not Taylor Shaw. Team was more accepting, not so openly hostile. She knew it would never be what it was, but she was grateful all the same.
A pounding on the front door had her walking toward it hesitantly. Nobody had visited her safe house since she returned. She'd gone to Kurt's…maybe…
Pulling it open she felt her eyes widen in alarm. Keaton stood there holding a piece of paper up for her to see.
"What do you want?" Jane demanded not moving back to allow him entry.
"You're going to want to see this," He pushed past her.
Taking the paper he held out Jane looked down at it. He hands began to shake when she realized what it was.
"This can't be true…" She hated the pleading she could hear in her voice.
"Came to me first thing this morning," He insisted, "I verified the signature, Weller signed it."
Jane looked at the order to return her to CIA custody and felt spots swimming before her eyes.
"Roman?" She worried, looking up in alarm.
"Nope, just you." He assured.
"You're here to take me in?" She had the flight of fight adrenalin surging through her.
"No," Keaton denied, "The Weller that almost killed me, definitely wouldn't have ordered you back to me. Unless you know something I don't? No? Okay."
"So why are you here?" Jane didn't understand.
"You saved my daughter, I save you." Keaton told her seriously, "This is personal."
"Save me from whom?"
"I don't know who did this, but I do know that the CIA will be taking this house within the hour. If you're still in it, I can't help you."
Jane didn't waste any time. Moving quickly she gathered what few supplies might come in handy. Grabbing her jacket she headed over to the door.
"Thank you," She looked over at Keaton before she pulled the door open.
"Where will you go?" He asked her curiously.
"I'm still going to take down Sandstorm, even if I have to do it alone." She told him.
"I knew you were going to say that," He laughed and shook his head, "Adorable."
"You can't just walk out of here," He insisted.
"Well staying isn't really an option," Jane noted.
"I'm going to carry you out of here." Keaton admitted.
"What for?" Jane took a step back.
"They have camera's watching this house. If it looks like the CIA took you back into custody, whoever did this will assume you're simply at some black site and not look for you. If, however, you are seen leaving they will never stop."
Jane nodded stiffly. Keaton walked over to her and threw her over his shoulder. When she stiffed, he advised, "You're supposed to be unconscious. Work with me here."
She let herself go boneless. The paper Kurt had signed fluttering from her hand. She didn't grab for it, she never wanted to see it again.
Keaton left the house and went over to his car, opening the trunk he placed her inside none to gently. Slamming the trunk he climbed into the vehicle and warned her. "I need to go to an electronically dark area before I let you go. Don't panic."
Jane lay in the trunk wondering if she'd just put her fate into the hands of the devil. Kurt had signed the paperwork returning her to the CIA. He had signed it. She clenched her teeth when she felt her chin wobble. She knew that now that she couldn't pose as a double agent, she wasn't as useful, but she had never thought they would send her back. They'd sent her before though. All because they mattered to her, didn't mean that she mattered to them. They had Roman now, he knew more than she did and they already had him locked up.
When the trunk opened Keaton looked down at her seriously. "He didn't sign that damn paper," He insisted.
"You know he signed it," Jane climbed out of the car.
"He wouldn't if he knew what it was, even I know him well enough to know that."
"Let's go with that," Jane looked away. She wouldn't have thought so either, but the three months she'd spent in CIA custody had taught her differently. Nobody had come for her. Nobody would come for her now. She was on her own.
"Keaton," Jane looked at him sadly, "Thank you for what you did."
"Good luck Jane."
Watching her walk away, Keaton opened the driver door. Now he just needed a place to hide until Weller cooled down. That was not a conversation he was looking forward to.