"Patterson tell me you located it", sense of urgency clear in Kurt's voice.
"Yes, yes it's not moving… I texted you the coordinates and I called Read and Zapata and there are on route as well."
Kurt hung up, slid the phone to his pocket and got on to his SUV in a manner of seconds. He stepped on the gas paddle and raced down the Brooklyn streets as his sirens made anything in his path halt in fear of getting runned down. After Jane did not respond to his calls or voicemails he was almost sure she had just fallen asleep without listening to her voicemail. Finally, he put it all on the line and called her detail to check on her. She wasn't there. She hadn't gotten back home. They said they couldn't find her cell phone at the apartment so he knew that at least there's a way to track her down.
It did not even take him ten minutes to get to the coordinates patterson located the cell phone. It is a dark, quiet street and most the houses had their lights turned off. Kurt got off and start dialing Jane's number. Small part of him expected Jane to walk out in front of him or answer any minute. but she didn't and she was not going to.. The phone was lying on the corner of the sidewalk nestled in dry leafs. Kurt almost felt his heart drop. He knew it was Jane's.. and he knew something has gone horribly wrong. Kurt kneeled next to the phone careful not to touch it.. Now it's not just Jane's phone. It is evidence. Evidence of missing Jane Doe.
Then his phone ringed again. "Did you find her?"
"No." Kurt let go of a breath.
"Just the phone. It's on the edge of the sidewalk." Patterson can feel the disappointment and the sting of fear she heard from Kurt's voice in herself.
She tried to remain positive… "Okay, I'm sure Jane is fine." Patterson said, almost to herself.
"Patterson get the crime scene folks over here, and I want you to map out what possible routes Jane would have taken from my apartment to the safe house around 9:30 and tap into any security cameras you can find and Read and Zapata are coming here right.. re-route them to the office, there isn't much here."
"Wait..from your apartment.. ?"
"Yes. Tap into any security cameras from my apartment to the safe house around 9:30 and see whether you can trace her steps."
"Okay.. ya.. Mayfair is coming back to the office as well."
"alright. Call me when you have something." Kurt hang up.
Kurt looked toward the dark empty edge of the street. There was no one, nothing was moving. He sat down on the curb next to where the Jane's phone was smattered into pieces thinking one word, Jane. He could feel his chest freez and it was the same feeling he felt when he didn't find Taylor sleeping snuggled in her bed 25 years ago. His mind raced to the past. He was a ten year-old boy again… walking up the staircase to the Taylor's room. He quietly open the door not to wake her knowing full well it's not easy to get the rambunctious little Taylor to bed again. He could see her comforter pulled out.. as if she have gotten out of the bed. "Taylor.. ?" He cautiously called out her name.. The room was quite. He turned on the light.. Taylor where are you…? Then it occurred to him .. bathroom.. he walked down the hallway but the bathroom door was open. "Taylor.. are you here.." She was not. A slight panic setting in. Taylor.. this is not funny.. where are you… knowing her full well Kurt was certain she was hiding in a closet somewhere giggling.. thinking that this is all a joke. Taylor.. I'm gonna tell all about this when your mom get back… He knew as much as the little girl loves to goof around it would be enough to scare her to show herself. "Taylor.. " He walked down room by room closet by closet turning on lights until there were no more closets, rooms or hiding spots left in the house… And she wasn't anywhere in the house and he knew Taylor was not playing hide and seek with him.
In less than ten minutes the street was flooded with cop cars, crime scene investigators and curious muggers want to watch it all unfold, and Kurt's phone buzzed again and this time it is Mayfair.
"What's the status?"
"I found her phone on the sidewalk and Patterson is trying to trace her steps on security cameras." Kurt attempting his best at remain professional and objective.
"How the hell did she managed to slip out from the safe house..?"
"I don't know." Kurt could hear his voice all too stoic in his own ears.
"Patterson mentioned, she is tracing from your apartment to the safehouse. Is there anything else I should know about? Could she have just walked away?"
"No, she just wanted to talk to me. She was perfectly fine. She said, I'll see you tomorrow. She wasn't going to just walk away." Kurt almost felt the bounds that held him together loosen slightly.
"Mayfair, I want more eyes on the security cameras that Paterson is working on."
"Of cause." said Mayfair.
"Kurt, I know you want to find her, but the question is are you the right person to do it today, right now?"
Kurt gave it a moment. A moment to muster out enough conviction. "You know I'm the best person to do this."
Though Mayfair had her doubts Weller is in the best frame of mind she knew she will let Weller have this. Partly she was utterly distracted by fear that Carter has something to do with Jane's disappearance and partly she knows that there is no way Kurt Weller would stay away from this case.
"Alright… keep me updated."
"Thanks"
Kurt hang up the phone and walked toward the lead investigator at the scene. "Did you find anything..?"
"Nothing.. just the pieces of the phone. So.. it's a FBI agent..?"
"She is a consultant to the FBI."
One of the investigators walked toward them carrying the cellphone inside an evidence bag.
"Sir, look at the way this phone is cracked it looks like somebody tossed it with a lot of force or it was tossed out of something moving, like.. a moving vehicle. Look at these scratch marks on the back cover. It looks like it slid down the road and stopped when it hit the gutter. Our guys are looking around few blocks radius to see whether they can find anything else."
Kurt felt like this is all a cruel prank. One moment he was perfectly happy and in the next it has all snached back from him. For a moment Kurt wished that Jane have just walked away. It would have been in her own volition and he would have known she was safe at least for the time being.
Weller.. agent Weller.. Detective may have noticed that Kurt's mind has wandered off.
"Don't worry we'll find her. "
Police search parties panned out from where they found the phone, but it seemed that there no mark, no scream that anyone saw or hear. It's as if Jane just disappeared into the night.
"Okay guys.. so do you think she would have taken the subway..?" Patterson's added.
"Definitely not. It's Jane she would have walked." Zapata chimed in.
"What was she thinking wondering in the night. Doesn't she realize she has a security detail for a good reason? And what's wrong with a good old phone call if she want to talk to Weller!" Bitterness was clear in Reed's voice.
"Shut up and focus!" Zapata gave a look.
"Okay assuming she went right back home after this she would have taken a left at Brighton street, and walked down five blocks.. that is the shortest path back to the safehouse. uhh... there aren't any cameras in that street.. it's just residential. Any of the apartments that have cameras just have them pointed to the front door…"
"Well Jane is smart.. she would have taken a more crowded street.. Brighten street is little more crowded that Citi bank ATM.. It must have a security camera." Zapata said pointing at the map on the computer screen all three of them have been staring for the past few minutes.
"Okay.. let me call the Citi bank security people."
Weller walked few blocks down the road pretending to take a phone call. He knows that he is falling apart, and he desperately needed a moment. For the second time he was responsible for her safety and for the second time he lost her again. He was furious at himself as well. He could not believe he, Agent Kurt Weller let Jane walk off to the night knowing full well that she is a FBI asset that is under protection for a very good reason. Her body is covered in information that require highest level of security clearance, her apartment was once broken into, and CIA is salivating over the information her tattoos contain. Her kiss has thrown him off the railing and he was not an Agent of the FBI but a smitten teenage boy. In his defense, Kurt did not expected to see Jane last night in front of his apartment. Then he never expected her to kiss him. On top of it all Kurt never expected he'll respond the way he did. He was tired of being objective, in that moment he felt one thing that he hadn't felt for a long time. He was happy, truly, completely happy. There was something about Jane that he couldn't quite point out that made him want to keep her close… very close. At first she was a victim of a horrible crime, then she was a long lost friend, and after that undercover assignment… she was.. he felt she was a woman..well… the woman. He knew whatever they had was complicated. Jane is just starting to put together pieces of herself, but he thought he already knew her even better than herself.
His phone ringed again. It was Zapata.
He let it ring for few milliseconds.. focusing. Then picked up the phone.
"Yes.."
"Weller, we may have something…"