Many thanks to all those who have reviewed my other fic Needed. Glad you guys liked that one. Here's one set earlier.

Title: Good days, bad days
author: Cindy Ryan
timeline: between 1x2 and 1x3

The woman known as Jane Doe found herself wide awake at two thirteen on a tuesday night. Check that Wednesday morning. She stared at the ceiling of her temporary bedroom in her temporary housing. The FBI was still working on securing a more permanent location. She knew she needed to sleep soon or she'd be useless to day. Useless was the last thing Jane needed. Helping the FBI was the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. It made her feel like she wasn't a victim at least for a little while.

For the fifth time that hour Jane glanced at the cell phone resting on the nightstand on the left side of her bed. It was plugged in and charging. She'd picked it up twice and almost dialed Kurt but had put it down each time. Each time had felt like a victory. Jane wasn't weak; she'd survived this long. It was just some nights Jane's thoughts got the better of her. Nights were when she had time to think. Too much time to think. When she tried to search for answers all she came up with were blank spots; unknowns.

In her sessions with Dr. Borden he had Jane begin to keep a notebook. A place to jot down things she remembered. So far she had a page full. One single page. It was a hodge podge of mostly likes and dislikes mainly clothes and food. It was that page that haunted her thoughts tonight. All Jane knew about herself was on one eight by ten piece of paper. Borden had insisted she was making progress. That it hadn't been that long since she woke up in Times Square. He said that for her to have all this in her notebook already was extraordinary.

Jane pounded the spare pillow with her right fist. She didn't feel extraordinary; far from it. Jane felt like that piece of paper before she had filled it. Too much of a blank space. Too much of an unknown. Kurt had reassured her time and time again that they would figure it out. That they would answer all her questions. Times like these moments at two thirteen a.m answering those questions seemed like too big of a hurdle. That was when sleep alluded her. That was when she reached for the cell phone. With a sigh Jane gave into that urge now and snatched the device from the nightstand unplugging it. She hit Kurt's speed dial and leaned back against the headboard as she listened to it ring.
One, two, three...

"Weller."Kurt answered.

Jane almost hung up. She heard the grogginess and felt bad for waking him. Still Jane couldn't end the call. It was as if a part of her, the weak part she didn't want to admit to, needed to hear his voice.

Since he'd been back in New York Kurt had gotten used to sleeping with the cell phone near the spare pillow. The light would wake him faster than the vibrating feature. However this time when he'd seen Jane's name pop up on the caller ID he'd felt a knot in his gut. One that got worse when he saw what time it was. The knot tightened when she didn't speak right away.

"Jane, you alright?"Kurt asked as he sat up.

"Couldn't sleep."Jane replied quietly.

It was so soft a reply that Kurt almost didn't hear it. They'd spent enough time together now that Kurt was picking up on her moods and emotions. He was reading her loud and clear and she didn't need to say another word.

"I'm on my way."Kurt said as he stood and ended the call tossing the phone back on the bed.

He flipped on the light grabbing the nearest pair of clothes. Borden had warned him that Jane would have good days and bad. Kurt didn't need the shrink to tell him this might be on the bad side. She rarely called him. There wasn't much he could do with them facing so many unknowns. Kurt couldn't give her the answers she needed; not yet. As Kurt left his sister's apartment he hoped that whatever little he could do tonight would be enough