Chapter 1 On Edge

The ride down to the basement level seemed to be taking forever. Jane knew it was probably just her nerves. Ever since Dr. Borden suggested this new therapy she had been on edge. For weeks she had not only been keeping information from the team, she had been keeping her true feelings for Weller locked away inside her. During her mandated sessions with Borden, she had been able to walk the fine line of sharing just enough information to be compliant without divulging what she was learning about herself on her own through her meetings with Oscar.

This new therapy combined an experimental psychotic drug with deep hypnosis and would, hopefully, allow Borden to access the depths of Jane's mind. Through intense negotiations, Jane and Borden had come up with some ground rules for today's initial session.

Borden would only ask Jane the specific questions they agreed to before the session.

The session would be videotaped and Jane would have the only copy so she could trust Borden was following through with the first rule.

No one was to know they were trying this experiment.

Whatever information was learned in the sessions could not be shared with anybody without Jane's consent. PERIOD.

It was harder than she expected to come up with questions. There was so much she wanted to know and there was so much she wanted to hide.

The elevator came to a stop and when the doors opened Jane, lost in thought, stepped out and ran right into Weller. "Oh God, Kurt. Sorry." She mumbled. She put her hand on his chest to push herself away and turned her head to try to make a quick escape. Weller grabbed her elbow as she was trying to leave. "Jane, is everything okay?" he asked. She could feel the heat from his touch spread though her veins like fire. How could he do that to her, she wondered.

"Everything's fine," she replied not so convincingly, "I'm just on my way to meet Borden." She looked up at him with her large emerald eyes open wide and held his blue eyed stare just a touch too long. "Jane," he started in a pleading voice. "Please, Kurt, don't say anything. Not today." She turned and rounded the corner to Borden's office leaving Weller standing in the hall shaking his head.

Kurt rubbed the side of his neck where the gash from the shrapnel from the exploding statue was starting to throb, and counted to three trying to remain calm as he walked towards the locker room. This back and forth with Jane had been going on far too long, ever since the night they kissed. For the millionth time, he ran that scene through his mind. Just like always, his body reacted to the memory and he sat on the bench in front of the lockers to catch his breath. It had felt so right, she had felt so right and in that short moment of time everything had seemed perfect.

He played back that night over and over searching his brain for a clue. He knew she meant what she said about wanting a moment that belonged to just "us" but the next morning it was like she was a different person. Something happened after she left him that night, of that he was certain. AD Carter had disappeared that same night and Kurt didn't believe in coincidences. He knew they were connected and he knew she was keeping things from him. He thought that if he just gave her some space she would come to him. But that hadn't worked either.

The events of two nights ago kept coming back to him. Jane was a target; that was something everyone agreed upon. The bomb had been meant for her and the sniper shot had hit her. He thought back to the incident at the cemetery when Carter wanted to barter Dodi for Jane. Jane's tattoos all led to some sort of government cover up across lots of different agencies. They had already found corruption with the CIA and Mayfair and alerted him to Daylight, which he was sure involved Carter. Every time he circled back to Carter. He convinced himself that Carter and the CIA somehow had a hold over Jane. If that was the case, he also knew she was trying to protect him and the team and solve this on her one. She was so stubborn.

That was the reason she ran after the sniper shot; the reason her story about rescuing them didn't quite add up; the reason she won't be alone with him. She was being reckless and he was worried it was going to get her killed. She said she was trying to protect him and he admitted to her that he would have done the same thing if he was placed in that situation. That didn't make it any easier to swallow. He had to solve this before it was too late for her…for him….for them.

Chapter 2 – "Her"

Jane stopped to catch her breath before entering Borden's office. The look in Kurt's eyes was almost enough to make her tell him everything. She had been avoiding being alone with him, extended eye contact with him, and any other situation that might force her to lose her resolve and spill her secrets. She hated "her" – that women from the video that Oscar had showed to her after she had been tortured by Carter. She hated that she had to keep seeing Oscar to learn about "her". She didn't care that "her" and Oscar had been engaged or what promises Oscar had gotten from "her". Jane was NOT "her"!

It wasn't until Oscar told Jane about "her" promise to kill Weller if Jane should deviate from "her" mission, that Jane decided to allow Borden to try his experiment. If Jane could find the answers she needed about "her" without Oscar, then she thought she could figure out a way to keep Kurt, Zapata, Reade & Patterson safe from "her" team.

The assassination attempt on Jane by Cade had made it nearly impossible for her to continue this double agent act for very much longer. She needed to solve this mystery and stop "her" team before someone got hurt or killed. She knew "her" team was fracturing, Oscar had told her as much. Jane figured that maybe, she could find a way out of this mission, if she had all the pieces.

She let her mind wander briefly to an image of Kurt and herself together at the safehouse, him holding her in his arms and telling her everything is going to be alright. She shakes her head to clear the vision as she arrives at Borden's office.

"Here goes nothing," she thought to herself as she pushed her way through the door. "There you are," said Borden in his calming accent. "I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten cold feet?"

"No." Jane answered in her typical limited word answers.

"Here is the video camera," Borden pointed out, "and you will notice that it is set up to record only to this usb stick. That is yours as soon as this session is over and you can do with it what you would like."

"Okay, how do we start?" Jane questioned.

"First I need you lay down on the couch. I will attach these pads to monitor your breathing and heart rate on these machines." He points to a cart that is outfitted with what looks like a mobile crash unit from a hospital. "Then I will administer the iv drip. It should take effect almost immediately, you should begin to relax and it should allow for you enter a deep state of hypnosis."

"Will you know right away if it is going to work?" she questions.

"Well, since all the questions you've agreed to allow me to ask, we don't have any answers for, I can't be certain. Ideally, I would like to ask you some baseline questions – ones we already know the answers to so I can determine if the information you are providing under the hypnosis is accurate."

Jane looked worried at that idea. There were somethings she knew from her memories; things she were certain were true. Some of them she had already shared, like the shooting range practice and visions of her and Oscar together, but others, like the room full of children and killing the nun she wasn't so willing to share.

She did, however have a few more names of "her" team after the assassination attempt from Cade. Two of them were dead so she didn't think it would hurt to know more about them. She scribbled a few names on Borden's paper. "Ask me about them." She said as she pointed to the additions she made to the list. "Once I watch the video back, I'll know if the memories we recover from "her" are real."

Borden nodded his head slowly and situated his chair, clipboard and video remote between the couch and the crash cart. "I think we should get started," he said as he motioned for her to move to the couch. She sat down tentatively and held her breath. She looked up at him with eyes that held a mix of emotions: fear, hope and determination.

"I'm ready." She said as she blew out the breath she had been holding. Jane held out her arm and felt the sharp pinch of the iv needle and the hot liquid burn through her arm and then she went black.