Yeah, yeah. I know. Writing fanfic again instead of writing a myth for English about why we have snow or something strange like that that's 50% of my grade and due on the first day back. And not updating the two fics that are ongoing… And I think I may have left them on cliffhangers. Sorry. But I can't concentrate… And then I had this dream… Plus, I wasn't doing homework anyway. I was basically stalking the cast on social media in search of S3 spoilers. I can't really seem to stop procrastinating… It's a problem.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blindspot or any of these characters. Nor do I own the Garth Brooks song I got the title from.

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Jane quickened her footsteps, eyes darting from side to side before her green gaze locked tightly with his blue. Something was off. She could sense it – the atmosphere was wrong. And not just because they were thousands of miles from New York.

Kurt caught her arm and gave her a questioning, slightly paranoid look, as if he were afraid that she was trying to run again. She returned the intense stare with a brief shake of her head that would have been invisible to anyone but him.

"Just a minute, Kurt." She said out loud, stopping in front of a shop window. To anyone else, it would have looked as if she were merely attempting to smooth her unruly hair. To Kurt however, it registered as exactly what it was; she was checking the window reflection for a tail.

"Done?" he asked, leaning closer as if to check her reflection for himself, while murmuring close to her ear, "Anything?"

"The guy by the bench with the newspaper," She said, discreetly tilting her head back in his direction. "He's keeping his face covered and he's been behind us since we left the hotel."

"Roman?"

"No, too short." She replied with wistful certainty.

"How do you want to handle this?" He immediately asked, knowing that she had an idea in mind.

"She considered their surroundings. "Alleyway. I'm pretty sure it's just one guy, we can take him." She replied, dipping her head slightly in the direction of a narrow gap in between the buildings.

They moved quickly, weaving down the small, crowded street until they were able to slip into the shadowed space, waiting in a spot where they wouldn't be immediately detected. After about ten minutes, their patience was rewarded.

They knew the instant he approached, as the sparse sunlight that had previously been filtered into the alleyway disappeared as soon as his figure fell into view.

Jane had hung back, nearer to the mouth of the alley, hidden, while Kurt had inched farther back to cut off any attempted escape, and there they waited, until their target had reached the midpoint in between them. They both reacted at exactly the same time, with explosive accuracy, and, within moments, they had their purser pinned to the ground, limp and moaning with pain.

Kurt wasted no time hauling him to his feet and slamming him against the brick wall. When he recognized his prisoner, he loosened his grip in surprise.

"Rich? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get out this time?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, Angry. Is that any way to treat your old pal Rich?"

"You aren't answering my question." Kurt growled through his teeth.

"You guys haven't called me in over two years! I mean, we're all basically best friends, so it would have been nice if you'd at least told me you were getting hitched, especially since I'm the only reason you're together – I mean maybe not the only…" He backpedaled at the dark look that Weller gave him. Stubbles was clearly not in the mood.

"How. Did. You. Get. Out?" Kurt demanded slowly.

"Look, we don't really need to go into details, but I mean, when you're a genius like me you don't have to wait for parole, I mean, I have this cousin who has this husband who has this friend who has this… Okay, okay. You're not in the mood, I get it. That's cool. Let's just say a lot can happen in two years… So, how have you been, Jane? Everything good? Prince Charming here treating you well? Hey, wait… Where's your ring? Don't tell me you ditched him! Stubbles! Wait, wait, wait. Okay, we can fix this… We just have to… Okay, give me a minute…" He trailed off as Kurt's jaw tightened with annoyance.

"Nobody's ditching anyone. Now, get to the point of why you're following us so that we can turn you over to the local authorities and get back to what we need to be doing."

"What?! You can't turn me over to these guys! Those prison people are crazy, they'll tear me apart! Jane, make him think! No, wait. Don't. He can't ever think clearly around you. He's just confused! Stubbles, please!"

"Rich! Get to the point." Jane snapped in frustration. With Rich, nothing was straightforward. He always had to pick apart their relationship before he gave them anything useful.

Kurt took an aggressive step towards Rich, who shrank back a little.

"Look, guys," he said, now uncharacteristically somber. "I tracked you down for a reason. Your team… I know where they are."

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I don't even know. It's almost midnight and I know that this is probably in severe need of editing. Also, I realize now that this is probably going to be more than the one-shot it was supposed to be. Oops… Well, like I said, I'm super busy, so I don't know when I'll be back, but definitely sometime later this month, probably with chapter 10 of "Nightmare" first.