I do not own Blindspot or the characters. Just using them for my own fun.
Based on the the promo for 2.05.
This is my first fanfic. I was planning this as a standalone solo fic, but then as I was writing, I thought about the many facets in which I can continue it. Let me know what you think!
She didn't know why she was there, why she was joining them on this tattoo case. They were in a professional building, sweeping for their target. When they had entered the building, they had separated into groups, Naz and Kurt went on the elevator to the direct floor; Reade and Zapata went up the staircase in the back of the building; while she was paired with Jane, to go up the front staircase. They were trying to block off the exits from this suspects.
They were members of the Irish mob. They had already been in pursuit of him, but he had already faked them out once; slipping away without being seen. Patterson had locked in on a burner cell that he had been using, with the help of Naz's contacts at the NSA.
She was at least thankful that it was a high-stress mission, so there was no room for small talk with Jane. They were both focused on clearing each level of the staircase, as well as watching each other's backs when necessary. One of the suspects, surprised them by jumping over the railing, knocking her down. She quickly recovered. But she watched Jane pulled the person off of her with cat-like reflexes that quickly incapacitated the individual. "I'm glad that we're on the same side." She remembers saying, smiling. They continued their way up the staircase, listening to Patterson give more detailed information of the suspects location over the communication lines.
Weller and Naz were already exchanging bullets with the adversaries. As they heard the warnings from the other members of their team, it fell on deaf ears when two bullets rang out in the staircase, causing echoes. She felt something warm spreading throughout her as she watched Jane rattle off a series of bullets into the perpetrator's head. She watched as everything slowed. Her life didn't flash before her eyes. Her eyes were trained directly on Jane, who was now trying to tend to her. The warmth was now a raging fire within her. All of her nerve endings were dancing, causing an insurmountable amount of pain flooding her system; where she could no longer handle it.
He arrived at the hospital a while after the ambulance due to the threat of other adversaries. Running through the doors of the Emergency Department, he slams his badge down on the desk, causing the receptionist to jump out of her seat in shock. "Allison Knight, US Marshal was brought in by ambulance, I need to know where she is right now!" His voice booming inside the lobby of the building. The receptionist rapidly covered the keyboard, searching for the information desired.
"Sir, she's in surgery right now with Dr. Ross. You can go upstairs to the OR waiting area, 3rd floor." She said cautiously.
He snatched his badge and ran to the stairwell, up to the third floor.
When he entered the waiting room, he noticed Jane standing there at the double doors. HOSPITAL PERSONNEL ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT. She was standing there in front of the door, her vest still on, blood still covering her hands.
"Jane," he said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
She remained stone still, did not even flinch at the contact.
"Jane" he repeated, the agony in his voice reaching the deep recesses of her consciousness. Her head dropping. "Any news?"
She shook her head.
His pulse was racing.
"Two bullets, one hit the plate of her vest, by the shoulder..." her voice was so raw it sounded foreign, even to her ears "...the other one… penetrated just below her vest.." Her voice breaking as she said it. "I'm so sorry Kurt, I'm so sorry."
His head hung, trying not to think of the worst case scenario right now. He has always failed the women in his life, the ones that mean something to him. He has never been able to keep them safe. This was just another prime example of that. He leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor, tears starting to trail down his face. The little one; a piece of him and a piece of her. He couldn't even keep his own child safe.
He was vaguely aware of a hand resting on his shoulder. The warmth and security that it provided caused his heart to throb even harder.
"Kurt…"
He heard his voice being called, but he was too consumed with his thoughts to acknowledge it.
"Kurt.." She called his name again, this time gripping his shoulder for sensory input to draw him out.
He looked up at her, but didn't look at her highly expressive eyes. He couldn't look at those hazel eyes, because he knew that they would give him far more information than he wanted to know. They had this silent communication down pat, without even trying.
"She… she…" Jane couldn't get the words out, she hung her head as well.
Kurt let his head fall back against the wall, with a loud thud. They heard more of their team rounding the corner from the elevator.
Zapata and Reade came around the corner, clearly searching for them. The moment they started pestering Kurt with questions for updates, Jane slowly started to slink away. The dynamic shift that occurred when she rejoined this team has not lessened. When all the members of the unit are assembled, it's an overload of distrust, apathy, anger, even in this setting.
She watched as Zapata and Reade supported Kurt over to the couches in the waiting area. Jane was frozen, she couldn't snap herself out of the trance of watching Kurt's emotional breakdown as he explained to the others what she had told him. Her heart throbbed; anxiety building inside her. She slipped down the hallway, and down the staircase.
Only an hour had passed since his arrival. An excruciatingly long hour. He couldn't believe this, just as he thought he could have the best of both worlds, work and a family. Albeit, an unconventional family. But now the thought of that became too painful, knowing that the longer Allie was in surgery, the less likely the baby could survive.
Jane sat in the stairwell, lost in her thoughts. The whole event playing right before her eyes, even though she did not want it to. The pain the consumed her as she remembers the echoing sound of the bullets being fired off; hearing the hiss from Allie as the one penetrated her abdomen.
Her thoughts warp back to that morning, when she saw the most radiant smile gracing Kurt's face. He had informed the team of the news of a new little life. Jane's heart sunk deeper, a pit growing in her stomach causing her core to burn. She was happy that he was happy. His demeanor had been constantly fluctuating since her return; anger would be present one moment, but then concern and compassion the next. But the smile that she saw, was pure.
When she had a moment alone with him, she told him how he will make a great father. Trying so hard to keep her own composure while doing so. She honestly believed the words that she was saying. That he would make a great father; however, the bile rose each time she thought of him and Allie.
Her mind flashed back to the blood, all the blood that she couldn't stop from seeping through Allie's clothes in the stairwell of the office building. Her stomach lurched at the memory of all the blood, the blood that was now dried on her hands. She lost it, her stomach forcing her to heave in the stairwell. That voice in her head started running off, it's all your fault, you allowed her to get shot at. That voice kept going, her level of guilt rising, realizing that they were partners at that moment and she didn't react fast enough. Now Allie was fighting for her life, and the life of the baby.
"M'am, are you alright? Do you need help?"
Jane looked up, a man in hospital attire was standing at the base of that set of stairs. Her hands were shaking with the anxiety of the entire situation. He stepped up the stairs, "let's go get you cleaned up." He said, gently touching her elbow to guide her to stand and walk with him.
Her head still hung down as he guided her through the hallways. Settling at a bed station, he grabbed a few items from the racks next to it, placing them in front of her. "Here are some wipes to get the blood off."
She whispered her thanks.
"You came in with the US Marshal, right?" He asked quietly.
Her head snapped up
"I was one of the interns that responded to the ambulance in the pit. I remember you coming out of there."
While he spoke, she was using the wipes to scrub off the dried blood. Furiously rubbing, willing it to come off faster. Once satisfied, she turned to him, "Thank you for your help," she said with a small smile. "But I have to get back to the waiting room."
He gathered the remnants of the items left behind, as she had turned and started towards the elevators. "I hope she pulls through," he said, as she stepped onto the elevator.
Pressing the button for the OR floor, her head hung as it felt as though an eternity passed before the doors opened. She stepped off and turned the corner to see a hospital personnel, covered in blue drapings, walking over to the growing group of US Marshals and FBI agents.
She watched as Kurt jumped out of his seat when he saw the surgeon approach. She was too far away to hear, but her legs were frozen in place, not allowing her to move closer. She observed the body language as the surgeon started to speak and she watched Kurt crumble. He slid back down into the chair, his forearms hitting his knees, his head bowed down, and his body wracking with sobs.
Jane tried to move forward but her body wouldn't move. Her churning stomach started to revolt again, her legs taking her backwards, away from the sight in front of her, away from the reality that she was responsible for the torment that Kurt was now experiencing. Her legs kept backing up, increasing the distance. She had to force her body to turn and continue walking away.
She couldn't stand that she continued to cause him pain. She was not Taylor, his long lost childhood friend. She couldn't protect Allie. Or the baby.
Zapata and Reade were there, keeping an eye on Kurt, who seemed to turn into a statue. He hadn't moved since They each attempted to get him to move, without any success.
Naz felt the eerie silence as she disembarked the elevator. She already heard the result. When she walked around the corner, she gained a glance from Reade, who started making his way over to her.
"He isn't responding, nor moving. We need to get back to interrogate the members of the mob that we were able to detain."
Naz always looked pensive, but as she looked at Kurt, sitting there, she couldn't help but allow emotion to taint her face. "Leave him be, I'll talk to him, or get Dr. Borden to come here." She sighed, "The three of you should get back to the office, internal affairs wants statements on the excursion."
Reade sighed as he turned around to collect Zapata.
"Where's Jane?"
Reade's step hesitated; Zapata looked up at Naz, then around the waiting room; and Kurt flinched.
Zapata looked at Reade, "I have seen her since we first came in. She was still covered in blood. I had just assumed that she went to go clean up now that we were here." Her head shifted, as if to point toward Kurt.
"Does anyone know if she was cleared medically?"
They all shook their heads. A sinking feeling entering the pits of their stomachs. Did they miss something? Was Jane hit too, but masking it?
They were all thinking it, but nobody wanted to voice it.
"Call her before you leave."
Watching the chaos that ensued every time Internal Affairs was present in their office, Reade and Zapata moved over to their desks. The emotional roller coaster, more than they could handle; especially with Jane not replying to their messages. The moment they sat down at their desks, an Internal Affairs officer was calling their names, requesting their presence in the conference room.
It was going to be a long evening. Reade thought as they move towards the officers.
Naz had taken a seat next to Kurt, being a silent supporter for him.
He knew that she was there, but he didn't have the energy to acknowledge her. He didn't want to bother with the trivial, it seemed pathetic at this point.
"Take some time off; get away for a little bit. It'll give you some perspective." Naz suggested with her hand resting on Kurt's shoulder. "I know that it's been a rough year for you and your team, take some time."
Kurt started shaking his head.
"I know that you have this sense of obligation to the FBI and your team, but you are no use to us if you are falling apart at the seams." She reasoned. "Take some time; gather yourself back together, you'll come back stronger."
Kurt roughly rubbed the anguish and exhaustion from his face. "You're right. I'll come in to give my statement to IA; then I'll take some time off." He sighed, unsure of how to move forward from this.
"This isn't your fault, Kurt. She wanted to go into the field, even after you expressed your concern. This isn't on you."
His heart lurched, knowing that she spoke the truth, but thinking of how this could have been avoided. He couldn't get his mind to stop thinking about the factors that lead him here. He should have been more adamant with her, that she not come into the field with the team. She wasn't even FBI, there was no need for her there.
Naz squeezed his arm, gesturing her head towards the exit.
Kurt nodded. "Just give me a minute, please." And without letting her respond, he stood and walked through the double doors. Walking down the hallway, his blood pressure was steadily increasing, Naz's words were replaying in his mind: "She wanted to go into the field, even after you expressed your concern." His clenched his hands, trying to oust those thoughts, but they continued to plague him as he strode down the hallway.
Coming up to his destination, he stood outside the door, looking through the small window, gathering the courage to enter. After multiple deep breaths, he pushed the door open.
He paused just inside the door, staring at Allie's still form on the bed, hooked up to an array of monitors to keep track of her vitals.