Hi all. I've been writing for well over thirty years, anything from Regency Romance to Space Epics. Alas, I have so many other stories on the go right now, I really shouldn't be starting this one. However Blindspot, for what it hints at but refuses to divulge, has captured my imagination. When I heard Jane and Weller's conversation in this little scene in episode 10, my imagination just couldn't let it go. I knew I had to put my own spin on it.
Thank you to whoever transcribed all the episodes so far. Without your assistance I couldn't have started this story or checked the accuracy of flash back scenes. They can be found on the net by searching transcriptions, Blindspot.
Finally, this is just a teaser, to see if you like my writing style. If you do, send me a fave, review or follow so I know to continue. Until then, I hope you enjoy and any mistakes are mine as this has not been beta'd, but I'm looking for one if you want to volunteer.
The black, unmarked SUV sped through the streets of Brooklyn. Its lights flashing and siren screaming, FBI Special Agent Kurt Weller announced his presence to all the world in a blaze of sound and colour. He needed to be in Queens, PRONTO and he didn't care who he needed to go through to get there. The light traffic for midday during the week, meant the journey would take at least thirty minutes but not more than forty. Insulated from the noise and humanity outside the cabin, Jane sat in her seat and watched her partner of a little over two months. So much had occurred in that time, yet Weller remained a mystery to her in so many ways.
Strong hands held the wheel, his expertise guided them on their journey. His eyes focused on the road ahead, missing nothing. Yet Weller's mind would be concentrating on the assembling the puzzle, piece by piece. So far he'd said little, devoting his enormous intelligence to the sorting out the facts. Kurt Weller would always try to weave known data into the current case in any way that made sense. His serious expression almost willing other drivers out of their path so they could reach Olivia Delidio just a little faster and gather just a little more clarity. He wanted to solve this case before someone else ended up hurt, or worse, dead.
"How could the Russians be so sure their agents could get these people to marry them?" Jane wondered out loud.
After the silence between them, she wondered just were the statement came from. The thought just popped into Jane's head, taking up root and refusing to leave until she'd voiced it. Those agents, one men and two women, had been trained to live a lie. They'd constructed a life toying with the emotions of another person, integrating themselves into a foreign culture. It seemed inconceivable to Jane who knew nothing of her previous life but would give anything to uncover her past.
Yet, Kate Williams and Rodger Levkin integrated faultlessly into New York society. In ten years, they hadn't once done or said anything to call their positions and respectability into question. For all intense and purpose, they were everyday American citizens going about their business. Only under that facade lay the real individual, well-hidden and sleeping until called upon to act.
Turning his sea green eyes toward the woman seated beside him, Weller gave Jane's confusion a moment to calm before answering. "I'm sure they profiled their targets for years," he stated, pausing for effect while returning his attention to the road, "creating matches based on personalities, interests."
"That's a lot of effort," Jane frowned. The words hit a cord in her mind, sending her thoughts into chaos.
No longer considering the individuals in terms of their missions, she deliberated only the human aspect of this transaction. To remain loyal to an ideal so far in the past while living in the present must create a dichotomy within ones psyche. How could you be yourself and yet lie to everyone around you? How could you keep to a mission when the people and world around you changed so dramatically?
In the recesses of Jane's mind a memory, no several, stirred. Firstly of the man with the deep rooted tattoo of a tree covering his inner forearm. Then of the passion they'd once shared. Finally came the last memory of returning his engagement ring. Jane had never put them in this order before but, now she did, they made sense. It was Tree Man's comment, "you don't have to do that," which caused a feeling of foreboding, as if Jane had given up something precious in the moments before she'd walked out. She remembered answering, "yes, I do," while her fingers kept a loving contact as long as possible. Not knowing when the memory came from, it confused her. Then she'd ended up, tattooed, naked and freezing in Time Square without an idea of who she'd once been. The similarity of situation didn't elude her.
"It's worth it for them," Weller broke into her silent moment of thoughtful reserve. He didn't seem to notice her preoccupation, as his own mind worked on the case before him. "Being able to assimilate so they prevent getting caught."
"But still," Jane argued, those emotions of something tangible just on the tip of her tongue but unable to formulate the words, caused a shiver run the length of her spine, "to just give up your whole life like that. I wonder if they ever regretted it."
And in that moment she knew, deep down in the very blackest recesses of her mind, she'd regretted giving up Tree Man. She couldn't help the feeling it had been something she'd needed to do. Just a few days ago, Jane told Weller she thought she'd been engaged once, that fragments of her past life invaded her conscious. She'd shrugged off the memories and allowed Boden to suggest the wet dreams could be her way of seeking stability, grounding herself in this new life. Had Jane really been looking for a future by digging herself into this new role as Kurt Weller's partner and consultant to the FBI? Yet, at the very edge of her subconscious, a filament, a thread threatened to unravel, to undo her current stability and understanding of all she become. Somehow, this Russian situation rang alarm bells that were way to close to home.
And yet, she felt afraid to pick at that stitch holding a monumental discovery concerning her former self. Once undone, like Pandora's Box, she'd never be able to put the contents back. There would be no going back from some knowledge. Instinctively, Jane knew time would force her to look into the wound and tear it open. For the moment she'd been saved from doing just that, as the opportunity slipped away.
Turning to look out the window, because Weller was just way to perceptive were her emotions were concerned, Jane hid her face from him. She needed time and distance to figure this out. She needed to understand why the thought of living a lie hurt so much. And somewhere in all that, she had to wonder just how ending her engagement to Tree Man fitted into the picture, because somehow, she knew him to be the root of her current problem.