I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…
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Okay…here is a third version of why she left….I need to know in the worst possible way! Why is this premier soooo far away?
A little bit of angst…Sorry. I've been grumpy…
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Jane looked at Kurt in stunned surprised.
"What?" She asked her voice almost too low to for him to hear.
"You let Roman go…" Kurt accused her.
Jane heard a rushing in her ears at that accusation. She had let Roman walk away…this was her fault.
"Kurt," Sarah looked at him in consternation.
Jane looked around the waiting room. Kurt, Allie, Connor and Sarah looked away from where the two of them were standing.
Allie and Connor's home had been targeted. There had been an explosion and although nobody had died, Kurt and Allie's daughter was in the hospital for observation.
She'd almost died…all because Jane had let Roman walk away.
She wanted to protest…she couldn't have known this was going to happen, but none of that mattered now. It had happened.
Jane took several deep breaths and turned away from the people looking at her so accusingly.
"I'll go back to the hotel," She offered softly.
"Maybe you should go back to New York," Kurt suggested bluntly.
It was then that Jane realized this dream she'd been living was going up in smoke. She'd always been wary of it in the back of her mind. It had been too good to be true…and it turned out it was.
She didn't say anything. She just turned and walked away. She couldn't even blame him. He'd taken a huge risk on her and was paying the price.
She was crying by the time she reached the front entrance.
She called a taxi and didn't go back to the hotel at all. She directed it to go to the airport. When she arrived she was just in time to board a flight out.
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"Kurt," Sarah worried once Jane had gone.
"She let him go," Kurt insisted.
"She loves her too…" Sarah argued, "She couldn't know this would happen."
Kurt didn't say anything, but stubbornly moved over and sat down.
Allie watched on silently. She knew he wasn't being fair, but she didn't care. Her daughter had almost died…she always knew that Jane couldn't be trusted.
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Once the plane landed in New York, Jane didn't waste any time. She went back to their apartment and began ridding it of her presence. She threw some clothes in a bag and took all the pictures and mementos they'd amassed and boxed them all up to put them in basement storage. All but one…that one she placed in her case. She then contacted a divorce attorney and had him draw up a contract that gave up all her rights to Kurt and anything he had. She signed it and left it on the kitchen counter with the ring he'd given her not so long ago. It was done.
She knew she needed to find Roman and stop him. That was her only goal now.
Taking a deep breath and a last look around, she turned and walked out. Her key on the counter ensured that once the door closed, she couldn't turn back. Walking away she refused to cry. This was inevitable from the very beginning. This life wasn't for her…she couldn't have it.
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"We caught the person responsible," Kurt was advised two days later.
"You caught Roman?" Kurt was stunned. Roman hadn't seemed like he would be so easily taken.
Allie and Connor listened on in silent relief.
"Who's Roman?" The Agent in charge of the Denver field office asked in confusion.
"My wife's brother," Weller explained patiently. He'd already given them this information.
"No," The Agent denied, "We caught a John Bower and his cousin Ed. They still had the components used to make the explosive device on them."
"John Bower?" Allie demanded with a sinking sensation.
"You know them?" The Agent verified.
"The Marshall's office arrested their Father six months ago," Allie admitted.
Looking down at the report the Agent corrected her, "You arrested him."
"I was part of the team, yes," Allie admitted.
"Well," The FBI Agent advised, "They apparently held you personally responsible and decided to target your family in retaliation."
Kurt heard the words that the Agent was saying, but all her could see was the look on Jane's face when he'd accused her of letting Roman go. He'd assumed that it was Roman…he'd been wrong.
"Thank you," Allie told the Agent, looking over at Kurt in concern.
"We blamed her for something she had nothing to do with," Sarah realized in shock.
"It was easy to blame her," Connor admitted, "After everything Kurt's told us about her…it was the most logical assumption."
But it hadn't been, Kurt wanted to protest. Allie had called him when it happened and accused Roman and he'd never even considered that it could be anyone else. That was on him.
"We need to call Jane," Sarah insisted, "When did she get home?"
Kurt couldn't answer her. He hadn't even called to check to make sure she got back okay…
"I'll call her," Kurt said reaching for his phone.
He tried the apartment first, when the answering machine kicked on, he hung up. He then tried her cell phone, when that went straight to voice mail, he hung up in frustration. Where was she?
He called Patterson.
"Hey, how's the little angel?" Patterson answered immediately.
"She'd fine. She was released this morning." Kurt assured her, "I'm trying to get in touch with Jane…"
"Isn't she with you?" Patterson asked in confusion.
"I sent her home," Kurt admitted.
"Why?" Patterson didn't get it.
"I thought Roman was responsible for the explosion," Kurt admitted.
"You blamed Jane?" Patterson all but gasped.
"She's not answering the phone," Kurt explained, not responding to her question.
"She wouldn't not answer," Patterson worried, "She'd want to make sure everything was okay…"
Just then Hirst walked in and stood waiting.
"Hold on," Patterson told Kurt.
"What's up?" She asked the Director.
"I need you to remove Jane Weller from the security data base." Hirst said calmly.
"Why?" Patterson had a sinking feeling.
"She called me this morning and advised me that she wasn't coming back." Hirst explained.
"Did she say why?" Patterson wanted to throw up.
"She said that Kurt told her to go." Hirst explained, "You'll have to get any further information from Weller."
"I'll get right on it," Patterson agreed.
Watching Hirst leave Patterson forgot for a moment that Weller was waiting.
"Kurt," She finally picked back up the phone.
"Did you find her?" Kurt demanded.
"No," Patterson denied, "Hirst just advised me to remove Jane from the security system. She called her this morning and told her she wasn't coming back."
"Check her phone," Kurt demanded with a clenched jaw.
Patterson pulled it up and warned him. "It's turned off."
"Turn it back on," Kurt urged her.
She did.
"It's at your apartment," Patterson told him, looking at the camera "…but something's different."
"What?" Kurt demanded.
Patterson studied the odd angle of the camera before she realized what it was. "Her things are gone," She finally realized.
"What do you mean?" Kurt worried.
"Remember those pillows she was so excited to find at the market?" Patterson reminded him, "They're gone and the rug from the hall…it's gone."
"But her phone is still there?" Kurt verified.
"Yes," Patterson agreed.
"Send Reade over to see if he can stop her before she leaves." Kurt implored, desperation setting in.
"I will," Patterson assured him, hanging up with a troubled frown.
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Kurt hung up the phone and hated himself. He'd turned on her and all she'd been trying to do was support him. He knew how much she loved his daughter. Even if Roman had been responsible, it was unfair to blame Jane. She wasn't responsible for Roman's actions any more than he was. He closed his eyes when he realized just what he'd done.
"Did you get her?" Sarah asked from the doorway.
Kurt opened his eyes and the heartbreak in his face had her moving over to his side and sitting down.
"She's angry," Sarah placed her hand on his leg in understanding.
"She's hurt," Kurt denied harshly, "She left."
"You told her to go," Sarah reminded him.
"She's not at the apartment, she left me." Kurt explained.
Sarah gasped at that, she knew just how much Jane loved Kurt. It had been the one thing that convinced her to give the other woman another chance.
"Oh…Kurt," Sarah worried, squeezing his leg in reassurance, "She'll be back. She loves you more than anything."
She had loved him like that…and he'd turned his back on her. How could she ever forgive him?
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It was only when Jane was outside the building that she realized she didn't have any place to go.
Her indecision cost her and while she was deciding a van pulled up on the street beside her. When it pulled away…she was gone.
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Reade looked down at the paperwork sitting on the bar along with the ring and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. How had this happened? Weller and Jane had been two of the happiest married people he'd ever seen…hell they had almost convinced him marriage wasn't the train wreck he believed it to be only for this to happen.
He reached for his phone and dialed Weller.
"You get her?" Weller asked after the first ring.
"She's gone…"Reade hesitated.
"What?" Kurt knew something was wrong.
"She left you something…" Reade said still struggling.
"A note?" Kurt asked.
"Her wedding ring," Reade forced himself to admit, "She also signed some paperwork."
"What paperwork?" Kurt asked in confusion, still stunned that she'd taken off her ring.
"Divorce papers…she signed away all of her rights," Reade admitted.
Kurt felt that disclosure like and ax to the chest.
"Did she leave anything else?" Kurt demanded, hoping she would have told him where she was going.
"Just the key." Reade denied.
"I'm on my way back," Kurt assured him, "Find her."
"We'll do our best," Reade agreed, "But it's Jane…"
"FIND HER," Kurt hung up the phone.
Reade knew that was going to easier said than done…
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Kurt arrived back, but there were no leads on Jane.
"She can't have just disappeared," Kurt insisted in frustration.
Patterson walked into the lab with a worried frown.
"What?" Reade worried reading her expression.
"I found this…" Patterson typed some things into the computer and they watched as Jane exited their building.
Kurt's hand clenched as he watched her hesitated on the street. She looked so lost… Suddenly she turned and started to walk away. A van pulled up and blocked their view of her and when it pulled away again…she was gone.
"Did she go willingly?" Reade demanded.
"I don't know," Patterson admitted, "I've canvassed all the cameras in the area and none of them show whether she got inside the van on her own or not."
"We have to find that van," Kurt insisted.
"We're looking," Patterson assured him.
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Kurt opened the door to their apartment many frustrating hours later. The empty echo of the door closing behind him was loud in the utter silence.
He walked inside and all the things that they'd collected were gone. She wouldn't have bothered to take her things…if she hadn't decided to stay in the area. Kurt thought hopefully.
He walked into the kitchen and looked down at the ring on the counter. He picked it up with a trembling hand and closed his fist around it. How could he have messed up this badly? He looked down at the paper with her signature across the bottom and picked it up. She'd given up all her rights. She didn't want anything from him, but then he'd known that. She'd always only wanted him. How could he have accused her like that? Looking around the apartment he noticed just how devoid of life it had become without her there. It wasn't just the colorful pillows and rugs that made it so dark. It was the lack of light that Jane was able to bring into his life that was missing. He wanted her back…if he could just explain…the unexplainable.
His phone rang and he reached for it desperately. With hope he answered only to find the building's management. He frowned when he was advised that the door to his storage facility in the basement was found ajar and they needed him to come down and verify that nothing was taken.
He left the apartment and headed downstairs. What could Jane have possibly wanted in the basement? She hadn't put any of her things down here when she moved in, because she hadn't had anything…
He met the manager and when he pulled open the door he froze. There were several new boxes sitting there and he moved over to them with a troubled frown. When he opened the lid he realized that all the missing things that he and Jane had selected together, along with the pictures of them, had been moved down here. She hadn't taken anything…
Picking up a photo of them smiling at their wedding he felt his heart race and his stomach sink…he knew this meant she was gone. He knew it was his fault…