It was nearly 10 PM when Assistant director Kurt Weller glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. He was having yet another one of his usual days. It involve filling out forms detailing monthly budgets, weekly budgets, annual budgets to all that damn budgets you can think of and listening to complaints from the director of the FBI and his co-workers of lack of this and that. He felt his suit and necktie is slowly suffocating him as bureaucracy drains away what is left of his soul. However irritating his new job gotten over the past 3 months he never felt like heading home to an empty house or take up on Tasha, Patterson or Reade's countless invitations to go out. He was content staring at yet another pile of paperwork.

Then his phone rang.

"This is Weller"

"Hello, is this assistant director Kurt Weller?", woman on the other side asked

"Yes"

"My name is Ms. Lawrence I'm calling from Presbyterian Hospital I am hoping you'd be able to help me with something"

"Yes, how can I help you", the woman's calm voice could not tame the small panic forming in the pit of his stomach.

"We admitted a patient today she doesn't have any ids except we ran her finger prints and we found a match. Her name is.."

"Jane!" Kurt's panic escaped the stable and was running at a full sprint

"Yes, Jane Doe. I have you listed as the emergency contact"

"Yes, Is she okay? Where is she?"

"She's in the Presbyterian if you come in you can see her"

"okay I should be able to get there in 30 minutes"

His thoughts were in disarray as he walk down the busy Hospital corridors. She is alright, surely, it's Jane. She is the definition of resilience. He wondered whether he's supposed to hate her. If things got out of hand whether it's permissible to yell at each other in a hospital. He wondered whether he would be able to comfort her if she is in pain or whether she'd regret that the hospital called him in the first place.

Kurt walked up to the front desk,

"I'm agent Kurt Weller I spoke with.."

"Yes, I'm the one who spoke with you. I'm Lawrence. Come with me" Kurt Weller followed her as Lawrence looked at him kindly and gestured towards the double doors.

"Is she family?" Lawrence started to speak as they walked down the corridor towards the ICU.

"Is she in the ICU?" Kurt felt the panic return.

"Yes"

"Is she going to be okay", he felt like a small child wanted to be comforted.

"Well.. she has a gunshot wound on her abdomen", Kurt felt Lawrance delaying the answer.

"How did you find her? Do you know who shot her?" He wanted to be calm and collected but he acted the opposite.

"Two officers found her off by the shipyard on market street on their routine patrol this morning. We don't know who shot her"

"No one heard a shot? There must have been more people in the morning"

"Umm the amount of blood she lost and according to the police report, doctors think that she was shot last night. So, she was there.." Lawrence face was drawn into definition of pity.

"She was laying there whole night" Kurt finished the sentence for her.

He ran his palm over his face trying to hold back the burn in his throat. In his mind's eye he saw Jane laying on dark alley as blood pooled around her. He saw her eyes vacantly opened at the starless skies. He should have been there. He should have kept her safe. He promised to her that she'd be okay. Kurt hated himself so much. Until.. Lawrence's voice broke him out of his revery.

"She's right here" Lawrence gestured toward a room.

There was a girl laying on the bed. She looked so small and fragile. The constant beeping of the heart monitor seemed to have lulled her to sleep. Her dark hair rest like a halo around her while her eye closed shut and she looked peaceful. She reminded him of snow white, the princess that Taylor seemed to love the most.

"She is on life support and we have to wait and see now" Lawrence muttered out. Kurt was already far way. He couldn't see the face that seemed to be all too familiar or the bird tattoo that was visible from the edge of the wires and tubes that Jane was tangled in because his eye were welling up with tears without his permission. The only words he could get out was, "I screwed it up"

Lawrence put a hand on the side of Kurt's arm, "They can hear you know. You should talk to her. I'll be at the desk when you are ready" Lawrence walked out leaving Jane and Kurt together yet again. This time though Kurt won't have to see her cry begging him to listen or he won't see the little sparks of kindling love that seemed to lit up the locker room when they kissed.