Director Mayfair watched from her office as Weller talked with Jane Doe. She gestured for Patterson to enter as the woman approached the doorway.
"What are we going to do with the preliminaries medical results from Jane?" The younger woman asked.
Mayfair leaned back at her desk. "We don't tell any of them."
"Director, she has a right to know—"
"What's the point? We don't know who she is, let alone her child. Where her child is, gender, age, anything…she doesn't need another question without an answer."
"She doesn't know anything about herself. Surely, even this could provide—"
"Patterson, this is an order." She said, not unkindly. "We can save Jane from this small heartbreak."
"Yes, ma'am." She answered reluctantly before leaving the room.
"Jane, with me. Tasha, Reade." He pointed, indicated they'd go around the back of the house. Jane had been on the team for close to four months, becoming an integral part of their lives.
Jane ran behind Weller, taking cover from the opposite side of the door as he nodded and knocked. "FBI, open up." She yelled. One of her tattoos had led them to a trafficking ring, leading them to a seemingly normal house in suburban Connecticut. Kurt quickly burst through the door and ran in with Jane behind him. Jane saw a man lift a gun from the corner of her eye, and she quickly shot him.
"Top floor is clear." She heard Zapata say over the comms.
"Main floor clear."
"Where are the women?" Reade asked as he walked down the stairs with Tasha.
"There's a locked door over here." Kurt called, causing the three other agents to walk towards the team leader. They took cover, preparing for ricochet, as Kurt shot the lock, destroying it.
They descended the stairs, Kurt first, followed by Reade, Zapata, and then Jane.
"It's alright. We're with the FBI." Kurt spoke to the scared women.
Jane looked around as she descended the stairs. There were close to two dozen women in an unfinished basement with seven children, and blankets crumpled on the floor, clearly used to sleep on top of. She noticed the youngest women were huddled in the back of the room with the children. Taking Kurt's lead, the other three agents holstered their guns.
"Reade, order a bus." Weller commanded.
Tasha bent down to check on a woman. "It's alright, you're safe now. We won't hurt you."
Weller looked around, before glancing at Reade and Jane. "See if anyone's hurt, start getting them upstairs. Ambulances won't be long."
Jane nodded before bending to the closest woman. "Are you alright?" She asked kindly. The woman nodded, so Jane continued her line of questioning. "Do you know if anyone else is hurt?"
The woman nodded again. "Charlotte. She's had a fever for the last few days. She's in the back with the children."
Jane nodded. "Wait here." She patted the woman's shoulder softly before standing and making her way to the back of the room. "Are any of you Charlotte?" She noticed a young girl staring at her wide eyed. "Are you Charlotte?"
The girl shook her head and pointed to an older woman.
Jane felt the girl's presence follow her as she knelt down in front of Charlotte. "Charlotte, I'm Jane. Are you alright?"
The woman looked up at Jane with bleary eyes. She couldn't be older than twenty-one. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jane with the FBI. You're safe now. I heard you were sick?" Jane looked down to see the small girl lean against her thigh.
Charlotte swallowed before answering. "Grace said I had a fever. My stomach started hurting a week ago or so. It's hard to tell time here."
"How long have you been down here?"
Charlotte shook her head. "A few years. Maybe more."
Jane frowned. "The paramedics are coming." She heard the roars of the sirens pulling in. "They're here to help." The woman nodded, signaling she understood. "Who are you?" Jane turned her attention to the small girl leaning against her.
"That's Tessa." The woman provided. "She's been here for close to seven months."
"How old are you?" Jane asked gently. She waved the paramedics over as they came down the stairs.
The girl shrugged. Upon seeing the men walk towards them, she hugged Jane's leg to her tightly.
"It's alright." Jane pulled the girl aside as the paramedics began to help Charlotte and some of the children. She assumed that meant most of the other older women were alright. Normally, in these situations, children and the injured were helped first.
Jane stood, but upon seeing the girl wouldn't let go, she sighed and bent down. "Tessa, no one will hurt you." She tried handing the girl off to a waiting paramedic, but she began wailing. "Mama!" She cried, struggling to break free of the paramedic and run back to Jane. Jane noticed the other paramedics and agents looking towards the commotion. Jane nodded towards the paramedic holding the crying girl and nodded, signaling for the girl to be let go. Jane bent down and caught the girl as she ran into Jane's waiting arms. "It's alright." She soothed the still crying girl, picking her up.
"Can you take her to the ambulance outside?" The paramedic asked softly.
Jane nodded and began walking towards the stairs. When she passed Weller, she sent him a shrug, to which he smiled sadly and nodded. As she walked through the house and towards the waiting ambulances in the driveway, she felt her grip tighten on the scared girl curled in her arms. She wasn't sure why she had this reaction, but pushed the confusion away.