Kurt didn't know how long it had been since those thugs had dragged Jane by her hair out of the brightly lit room that he had awoken in. All he knew, was the longer she was gone, the more panicked he felt.
Their undercover mission had gone so incredibly wrong. He tried to put his confused thoughts together but the throbbing in his head was not helping. He remembered being at the office discussing their mission with Nas and Jane. He remembered thinking that the last thing he wanted to do was go undercover with Jane. He didn't trust her after the events of the last few months but Nas had convinced them both that it had to be done. He had taken Nas aside into his office and pleaded his case. He hadn't felt comfortable relying on just Jane in an undercover situation. There was no trust left between the two of them and he hazarded a guess that Jane didn't want to join him on the mission either. Nas had hammered her points home and responded to him with reason and logic. Before he knew it he had found himself begrudgingly riding in the car with Jane to the old warehouse where they were to meet their mark. The silence in the car had been palpable. He had sat there tapping his hand on the window sill hoping that they could get this over and done with quickly so he could return to his current working relationship with Jane which consisted of barely acknowledging her presence and maintaining a manner of indifference.
He remembered once they had arrived at the warehouse he had taken Janes hand and walking with her down the flight of stairs behind their mark. After that, he figures that's where something went wrong because now he had found himself waking up in this bright white room with a headache from hell.
Kurt struggled to turn his head and focus his blurry eyes on the noise that had woken him. His mind slammed back into the here and now when he saw four armed men dragging Jane by her hair out of the room. He pulled his body up into a standing position, "Jane, everything is going to be okay. Jane!" Jane managed to twist her body so that she could glance at Kurt with confusion. "Weller?" Kurt moved forward, not thinking logically about how he was going to take down four armed men but before he could do anything the door was slammed shut in his face and Jane was gone. Breathing heavily, Kurt paced the tiny room racking his brain to come up with a plan while he waited for Jane to be returned.
Kurt spent what seemed like hours inspecting each crevice, corner and crack of that room looking for any way to escape. Whoever had captured them had made sure that there was no chance of escape. He surmised that they were being held in a cold room that was currently not switched on. The only escape point was the door that Jane had been dragged out of or a small vent in the ceiling. The longer that Jane was gone the more panicked he began to feel. Regardless of their current icy working relationship he was worried about her and cared about her safety. He leant his head against the cool wall and tried to formulate a plan.
Kurt eyes darted open at the sound of the door being unlocked. He braced himself, steadying his breathing and waited to see who would step into the room. Kurt audibly gasped in shock when two men pushed Jane into the room. Her head was lowered, her hair covering her face, her shoulders were hunched over and she was wearing nothing but a torn camisole and a skirt that was barely covering her thighs. Kurt's eyes immediately roamed over Jane's body assessing her injuries. Dark welts were already forming on her arms, blood was matted in her hair and there were obvious rope burns on her wrists and ankles. Kurt's knees went weak at the sight of blood trailing down Jane's inner thighs. He blindly reached for the wall to hold himself upright, doubling over to catch his breath. What have they done to her?
Jane didn't move from the spot where the men had left her. She was visibly shaking but not uttering a sound. Kurt slowly walked towards her with shaky steps. "Jane." There was no reaction to his voice. "Jane, are you okay?" Kurt reached and lightly rested his hand on her shoulder. Jane flinched and took a step backwards until she was pressing her body against the wall. Kurt swore under his breath. He stepped forward again and tilted her chin upwards so he could look into her eyes. Kurt's stomach dropped when he saw the pure fear that was pooling in Jane's eyes. Blood was trickling down the side of her face from a large cut over her eye but it was her wide open fearful eyes that twisted his heart.
"Weller, I'm fine." Jane managed to choke out of her tightly pressed lips. Kurt shook his head in dismay. There was no way in hell she was fine. He reached to pull Jane forward into his arms but immediately stilled his hands when he felt her trembling intensify. "Please don't touch me" whimpered Jane. Kurt slipped his jacket off his shoulders and held it out at arms length. "Will you put this on then Jane? We need to keep you warm as I think you're in shock." Jane quietly reached for his jacket and slipped it on, tugging it across her body as tightly as possible. Kurt tried to ignore the small droplets of blood that were forming at Jane's feet.
"Jane do you want to tell me what happened?" Jane's body shook even harder, she hunched her shoulders and pressed closer to the wall. Kurt tried to remain calm and non-threatening. "That's okay Jane. We don't have to talk right now." He figured that he was probably the last person she wanted to talk to. He hadn't been very open or approachable these last few months but as soon as they got out of here she would have to talk to Dr Borden or a female therapist if need be. She needed to talk to someone.
Kurt reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief and handed it to Jane. "Here, you can use this if you want to clean yourself up a bit." Jane reached out a trembling hand and took the handkerchief and slowly started dabbing at the blood that was trickling down her face and arms. Kurt turned away to give Jane some privacy to tend to the blood that had finally ceased flowing down her inner thighs.
When Jane had finished cleaning off as much blood as she could, she scrunched up the handkerchief and placed it in the pocket of the jacket. "Jane, the team will know that the mission didn't go well and they will come and get us. We just need to wait for them to come." Jane slowly nodded her head and shakily lowered herself onto the floor. She dragged her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She lowered her head into her knees and quietly wept, not caring that Kurt could hear her.
Kurt sat carefully next to Jane, not venturing too close in case he scared her. He hoped the team wouldn't be too much longer as he was out of his depth here. He didn't know how to help Jane through this. He was trying to keep as calm as possible but when his mind strayed to think about what had happened to Jane he could feel his anxiety levels rising and adrenalin shooting through this body. If he got his hands on those four men … It was the whirring sound of the compressor that pulled him from his vengeful thoughts. Startled he looked to the ceiling and felt the first gust of cold air through the vent above. Someone had turned the compressor on that serviced the coldroom.