The first Brazilian fanfiction of Blindspot. Written by: jellerspot, poedemorou and blindlist.

Translated to English by: jaelqiao

Confused should have become my surname. Since the day I came out from that duffel bag, with each passing day and every revealed tattoo, my life has become increasingly confusing. After my conversation with Patterson, all I wanted was to be with Kurt and never get away from him. I finally had the courage to go through those walls and I found the best I thought I could find.

But after that, a Jane appeared again. The Jane of the tattoos, of the puzzles, of the days and days of great discoveries. And what a discovery!

After almost dying, the guy from my dream saved me. The guy from my dream turned out to be real. How could this have happened? Who is that guy?. Or worse: How does he know all that about me?

Confusion is my name at this moment. Moment in which I finally crossed the line that existed between my life before and after appearing in Time Square. Before, I didn't know what was on the other side, the side of the past, and although it was hard to live without it, it was easier to build a new story. A story that now had Kurt in it. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to know how my life was before Kurt Weller. Now I'm even more confused about if I want to know everything, but I don't have any other options. I have no way to turn back, to erase all this information of my head, and that drives me crazy.

After all those discoveries, I don't know how I managed to come back to the safe house without my security detail noticing my absence, but I made it. I couldn't sleep. It was too much information for my mind, too many feelings taking hold of me. All I can say it's that I knew it was gonna be a long night.

Only in the morning I noticed there were hundreds of messages from Weller on my cellphone. All of them asking if I had arrived home and if it was everything alright. I smirked when I realized that even though I can take care of myself very well, he cares about me. He should be pretty worried due to he tried to contact me until about 4 in the morning and I didn't answer any of his calls.

I was about to leave when I heard knocks on my door. The security guards always did this to make sure we didn't lose the schedule. To my surprise, they weren't the security guards, but Weller who was there. Waking up to those eyes filled with light is always a nice surprise.

We walked silently towards his car, at every moment he stared coyly at me and smiled. His smile made me feel uneasy, and at that moment that happened with an even greater strength. After last night's kiss, so many things had happened to me that I felt suffocated by all of it, and even more for having to lie to him. It hurt to lie looking into those eyes, but I had to do so by the mere fact that I couldn't predict his reaction, I imagined it wouldn't be good. The worst of all was that he looked at me in such a intensive way that the pain only got worse, so I chose not to look at him in the eyes

— Something happened? — He asked me while we got into the car.

— Nothing. Just a bad night's sleep — I replied with a fake smile, trying to hide the chaos that had dominated me.

— In that case, we still have 17 hours to make your day a good one.

Kurt said, holding my hand and squeezing it in his strong and warm hands. And for the second time in that day I found out myself forced to fake a smile

— Or not...— I said mentally, thinking about everything that was yet to come.

As soon as we arrived to the FBI building, Zapata met us, she seemed worried.

— What's wrong? — Weller asked showing concern.

She looked at us, turning slowly, and said:

— They found Tom Carter's body. He was murdered.

We exchanged a look and said at the same time:

— What do you mean?

But before we could get an answer, Mayfair came to meet us.

— Patterson has deciphered another tattoo.

When we arrived to the main room, Patterson explained us the bird tattoo that was under my neck hid an acronym referring to the address where Carter was found dead. Everyone was astonished and I felt even more confused. How did I know what would happen in that place? What else would they find? Will they distrust me?

— The initials hidden below the bird's wing hide the exact street name and number of the building where Tom was found dead. There was no sign of forced entry, but our agents have confirmed that the place used to be one of the CIA's Black Site, the same type they used to hide Dodi — explained Patterson.

— Why didn't we see it before? How that ended up in Jane's neck? — Kurt asked worried.

— We don't know how it ended up in Jane's neck, just like the other tattoos. — Concluded Mayfair.

— Oh, I know — I thought.

Mayfair asked us to go to the site to investigate and I couldn't be more nervous.

I was so nervous, I couldn't stop biting my nails.

— Are you sure you're okay? — Weller asked me again.

— I'm just tired - I said while I got into the car.

— Do you want me to take you back home? — He asked me placing his hand on one of my legs, squeezing it tenderly.

— I'm not only physically tired, Weller. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of discovering tragic incidents on my body, everything bad that happens seems to be connected to something that's written on me. It's something I can't even control.

He stared at me, deeply, while driving.

— You know, none of this is your fault.

Once again, the weight of my fault. I knew it was my fault. I knew it. Oscar told me that the plan of covering my body with tattoos was mine, so I had to learn to deal with all of that; but I couldn't.

We arrived at the crime scene - and my abduction scene just a few hours ago -. It was an old building that the Armed Forces had abandoned. My burden was taking charge of me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hide this from Weller.

Arriving to that place, I felt terrible. I felt terrible for having lied to Weller, to Patterson, to everyone… I felt bad for myself and for this plan that was leading us to cases more and more dangerous.

I ran out and sought shelter inside the car; for the first time, I felt a strong desire to cry. I couldn't tolerate having to bear the weight of all of that, I wanted to forget everything again.

But Weller wouldn't leave.

He quickly stepped into the car and gently grabbed my face so that I looked at him.

— Jane, what's happening?

— I've found the man from my dreams.