Disclaimer: I do not own Blindspot or any of these characters.
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Borden is going to kill me. Borden is going to kill me. He is going to kill me. My boyfriend is going to kill me. The thoughts barely even registered. It was all too unreal. Darkness was tugging at the corners of her vision. She felt a slight prick in her arm. He was saying something, but his words slurred together, blurring into an incoherent rumble. Never mind, she didn't care anymore. She couldn't feel anything. Not the bleeding gunshot wound, not her punctured eardrum, not her bruised jaw. Nothing but the betrayal. It was almost over. Then, there was a crash, a yell, a gunshot. It all sounded as if it were happening in another world. Then, blacking out, she finally let the darkness take over.
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Patterson has to be in there. She has to be alive. Jane tried to comfort herself with these shallow thoughts as Weller kicked the door in. Zapata entered ahead of her, gun drawn. Jane followed after her swiftly, finger on the trigger. A gunshot. Zapata gasped as the breath was knocked out of her. Thank God we're wearing vests.
"Borden! Stand down!" Kurt yelled.
Borden, however, had no intention of standing down. He fired again but missed. He turned and dashed for the back door. Jane lunged forward, managing to grab the hood of his sweatshirt. She dragged him backwards and forced him to the ground.
"Please, Remi. You don't want to do this."
Completely taken off-guard at being referred to by her real name, she unknowingly loosened her grip on him. He struck out, kicking her leg. She stumbled backward. Weller charged towards the escaping suspect, tackling him. The now recovered Zapata slapped the handcuffs on him.
"Where's Patterson? WHERE IS SHE?!" Weller yelled into the mole's face, after hauling him to his feet.
Borden said nothing, simply glancing past them, into the darkening shadows of the building.
"Zapata, Jane. Go check over there. Be careful." Weller said, not taking his eyes off of the defeated prisoner.
At first, Jane saw nothing. Then, her eyes adjusted to the gloom. Zapata let out a gasp. Jane's jaw dropped.
Sprawled limply on crude, wooden table, bound with wire, was Patterson. Her blond hair lay tangled and matted. Her blue eyes were closed. Her breath came short and fast. Blood was pooling on the floor, dripping from the table. Her shirt was covered with it. Her face was completely pale, except for an ugly, dark bruise on her jaw. Blood was also trickling out of her ear, staining her hair and neck dark red. An IV was stuck in her arm.
"Patterson!" Zapata screamed.
Jane rushed forward and ripped the IV needle out of Patterson's arm, eyeing it distrustfully. Who knew what kind of poisons they were pumping into her?
As Jane took care of the IV, Zapata had managed to undo the rusty wire that imprisoned their teammate, while frantically trying to rouse her.
"Patterson! Patterson! Wake up!" She said, gently shaking her shoulder.
"What's going on back there?" Weller shouted, a note of worry creeping into his voice.
"Weller! We need a doctor!" Jane replied, splashing freezing cold water on Patterson's face from a dripping sink in the corner of the dank room.
Weller paused uncertainly, and then said "Try to get her out to the car. I'm going to secure the prisoner."
Just then, Patterson stirred and awoke with a gasp. She jerked and her eyes sprang open, slightly unfocused, and so full of pain and fear.
Zapata put her hand on Patterson's shoulder in an attempt to steady her, but Patterson flinched away with a gasp.
"Jane? Tasha?" She stammered, her gaze clearing as she recognized the team.
"Shhh shhh, its okay. We're going to get you to a doctor." Jane comforted her, hoping that she would last that long.
"We've got to get out of here." Zapata said, helping Patterson get into a sitting position. Patterson winced, clutching the bloody gunshot wound, her face twisted in a mask of pain. Jane and Zapata got on either side of her and linked their arms around her waist. Patterson gritted her teeth and draped her arms around their necks.
"Ready?" Patterson closed her eyes tightly and nodded. On the count of three, they scooped her up off the table and started for the door, trying to ignore her sharp intakes of breath and weak whimpers of agony.
By the time they got to the SUV, they were practically dragging her. Borden was secured in the front seat, handcuffed to both the armrest and the door. Weller wasn't taking any chances. Once he got a look at Patterson, he reached under the front seat and pulled out a first aid kit, instructing them to stop the bleeding on the way.
He held open the door to the backseat while Jane climbed in and turned to pull Patterson in after her. Weller slammed the door and got in the driver's seat, shooting Borden a murderous glare as Zapata ran around and jumped in on the other side.
Patterson's head lolled limply against the headrest as Jane opened the first aid kit and pulled out all of the gauze. She gingerly lifted up the edge of Patterson's blood-soaked shirt and pressed the gauze firmly against the gunshot wound, ignoring Patterson's weak wail of pain to the best of her ability. The bleeding must be stopped. After a few minutes, she put some medical tape over it and pulled the seatbelt around her. She knew that it couldn't be good for Patterson's wound, but with the way that Weller was driving, it was definitely necessary.
Jane glanced over at Zapata, who was staring at Patterson with an expression that seemed to indicate that she was about to cry, or throw up, or both. She also noticed that Weller kept looking back into the rear-view mirror, but he wasn't checking on the road. He was checking on Patterson.
None of this came as a shock, but when she caught Borden glancing back, she took a double take. Then, he looked her straight in the eye and spoke.
"None of you will get away with this."
Jane just stared at him as he made the absurd comment, but Zapata was definitely not at a loss for words.
"We won't get away with this? We? What exactly have we done? Look at what you did. If I had my say, this mess would be settled with a bullet. You will burn for this."
Borden chuckled, shaking his head
"Go to Hell, Borden." Zapata snapped.
They rode in silence the rest of the way.
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So, let me know what you think so far. I'll try to update soon. Also, I'm thinking that this fanfic will probably only be about three or four chapters long. Probably five at the most.
