AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, so I don't have much to say except I hope you enjoy the one-shots I write. I have no beta, so sorry for any mistakes. Please do send prompts, I enjoy hearing my readers ideas. I'll take most things, except Smut because I've never written it before and I'm a tad uncomfortable trying to write it at the moment, but as a writer I would like to go outside my comfort zone in the future.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blindspot or any of its characters.

Kurt shut the door behind him, another long day at work completed. He was shocked to find the lights in the entire apartment were off, except for a tiny lamp they kept next to the sofa. Jane had come home hours ago when everyone had agreed to call it a day after the big bust they just had, with him opting to stay behind a little longer to finish some paperwork. Or a lot longer, as he looked at the clock that read 11:45 pm. "Jane?" he called out. No response. That was weird, considering she should be here, especially at this time of night. Even though the lights were off, she had to have been there from the two plate of food left on the kitchen table. One looked like it was made for him, and the other looked almost as uneaten as the other except for the fork in the dish that said otherwise."Jane?" he called out again. Maybe she had fallen asleep. Afterall, he himself felt like he could doze off for an entire weekend. He walked into the bedroom, half expecting her to be tangled up in their blanket, but wasn't shocked when he found nothing. He checked the bathroom and then the guest bedroom, with no luck. That meant there was only one place left to look, because if she wasn't there he didn't want to think of what had happened to her. He couldn't lose her again.

Stepping onto the balcony, he spotted her sitting on the floor in the farthest corner. She held on tightly to a bottle of beer, her gaze never leaving the lights New York City had to offer at night. "What are you doing out here, it's freezing." It wasn't really a question, but she looked cold, due to her only having on a tank-top besides her long pajama pants. He didn't miss the way she flinched, obviously lost too much in thought to see him walk out. "I'm fine, Kurt." Jane replied.

"You're going to get sick if your out here without a coat, lets go to bed. After the case we just had I think we both deserve some sleep."

"Go on without me, I'll be there in a bit." Kurt sat down beside her instead, something was off but he wasn't sure what. "What's wrong?" She finally looked at him, a sadness in her eyes he hadn't seen in a long time. Not since after she returned from that black site, her own fate decided already by herself. "Will it ever be the same again?" Kurt tensed, he knew this was coming. "Maybe we should talk about this another day." He got up, and opened the balcony door ready to head back inside. She wasn't ready to drop it though. "And when will be a good time to talk about it? It's already been three weeks since my return. I just don't understand. The first night back was perfect, then you slowly started pulling away. Did I really hurt you so badly Kurt that now you have me back, you want nothing to do with me?" He stared at her, completely frozen. He hadn't expected that to come out of her mouth, the very fact he made her question if he still loved her hurt his entire being. Of course he loved her, he was ready to use every resources he had down to his last dollar just to be with her. Yet, something held him back from voicing it, so all he could do was stare at her silently. "It's ok we...we can talk about it some other time. Forget I said anything," said Jane, getting up and walking past him inside. "Jane, wait!" he called, following after her. She stopped, turning to look at her husband. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pull away."

"I...I just don't know what to do anymore, Kurt. I've tried over these past couple weeks to reach you. I asked if you wanted to go out and eat, you said your not hungry. I tried a movie, but you said you were too tired. Do you want to go jogging, no because you already went. Then today I asked if you were coming home, and you said you were staying behind to finish some paperwork, not the first time might I add, but would be home soon. That was over 3 hours ago. And for some stupid reason I believed you, and even made your favorite meal," Jane said, gesturing to the plates he spotted on the table when he walked in. " At this point, I feel exactly like I did since I left, alone." releasing a big sigh, she plopped on the couch, rubbing the side of her face with her hands. Kurt sat down on the opposite side of her. "I think it's safe to say we are just putting everything out there, so, I didn't mean to pull away. Honestly at first, I guess it just came down to me getting used to a routine without you, so having you back after so long was...a change to a normal I had adapted. Then, I got nervous. Jane, how am I supposed to get close again if there's another chance you might walk away, possibly for good? When I woke up and saw the note you left...and...and the ring, I broke. I love you so much, and you took away my choice."

"I really am sorry, Kurt," Jane whispered, a tear running down her cheek. "I never meant to hurt you. I thought by leaving you I was protecting you. I know that for sure you were a lot safer alone than with me at the time, and I'm not sorry for protecting you, or Bethany, or our team."

"I could have helped you protect them. Your my wife Jane and wherever you are is where home is. I just don't understand why you thought leaving was your only option." Kurt watched his wife, finally realizing just how badly this affected her as well. "Why, why are you still with me...ever since we've meant all I've caused you is pain. Nothing good has ever come of knowing me." She looked at him, the look in her eyes expecting him to agree with her. "None of this was ever your fault. People used you to get what they wanted. You're a good person Jane, that's all I have ever seen in you since the first day I meant you." Kurt stopped talking, scooting a little closer to her on the couch."Do you remember the first case you worked on with the team?" Jane sniffed, wiping a few tears off her cheeks while nodding."Yeah. It was the bomb planted in the statue of Liberty."

"Right, and remember you tagged along with the team when we were searching for our suspect? I really didn't want you in the field, cause I was afraid you were going to get hurt. Turns out though you knew how to handle yourself." Jane chuckled, she most certainly did. "You took down a guy who was beating his wife. You were helping someone else when you didn't even know who you were. That's just who you are. I love you so much for it." Scooting the last of the way next to her, he pulled his wife into a hug. Jane smiled, "I love you too."