They were entering a dangerous area. It was a tattoo, one that led them to an abandoned office building. Kurt had decided not to split them up, hoping it would be safer. Their flashlights sweep across the dark abandoned floor, everyone having their own area to watch as the shuffle past boxes scattered around.
Jane sees the hostiles first. When they round the corner she sees their guns raised pointed at them.
"Get down!" She tackles the person closest to her, who happens to be Kurt, into an office.
Reade and Zapata quickly jump into a room diagonal to them when the gun shots fill the silence. They wait, exchanging a couple shots. Then, a deadly silence fills the building. Jane shuffles to try and see what's happening, but when she does, a bullet whizzes past her.
She presses her back to the drywall and looks over at Weller. His face is painted with defeat. They're pinned down and they all know it.
"What do you want?" Kurt's voice is loud and startles Jane slightly when it breaks the silence.
"We want the woman," one of them says.
"The painted woman," another clarifies.
Jane's heart drops. She looks over at Kurt and he is already shaking his head.
"No way, Jane. No." He grips her hand, hard.
"If I go with you, will you let the others go?" Jane asks, keeping eye contact with Kurt.
"Jane, I'm not letting you do this."
"We give you our word that your team will leave unharmed. Just come out," a feminine voice calls.
Kurt is gripping her hand harder. Jane's eyes shift to Reade and Zapata. They look at her, Reade's face is stone and she can't tell what he's thinking. Zapata is with Kurt, shaking her head, against the idea.
Jane focuses back on Kurt, his blue eyes filled with fear. "It's the only way you guys are going to get out of here," she starts to explain.
"There has to be another way. Jane, please."
Before he can speak anymore, her lips are on his. A fiery kiss, filled with passion and regret of the past few weeks of shutting him out. She pulls back, reluctant to do so. She smiles and her thumb strokes his cheek.
"I love you, Kurt," she whispers.
He looks at her, shocked. "You need to get out of here with the team, okay? I'll be okay as long as I know all of you are safe. Especially you."
She kisses him again, it's a quick kiss. A goodbye kiss. One that you can tell they are never planning to see you again.
Kurt grabs her wrist when she pulls away. "If you love me, you won't do this." His eye plead with her to stay. She knew he wouldn't let her go.
"I'm sorry, Kurt." The cuffs are on his wrist and attached the door before he can react.
His eyes widen in shock, he struggles against the cuffs. He knows he can't get out, but he tries anyway. He turns to Jane.
"Jane, please. I can't lose you again."
"I'm not who you think I am Kurt. If you only knew," she trails off. "It's time for me to start protecting you." She stands slowly. "I'm sorry, Kurt."
"Jane," her name is barely a whisper.
She turns towards the hall. "I'm coming out. Unarmed." Her hands move to her head and she steps out into the hall.
"Jane!" She hears Kurt yell. She falters in her steps, but continues to the hostiles waiting for her. There were too many for her to take down on her own.
Once she is close enough, one of them ties her hands behind her back.
"Stay until were gone. Don't shoot unless they turn violent," the woman orders. "Come on."
Jane is pushed forward and they walk towards the stairs of the building. About ten men walk with her. Five in front and five behind. About seven stayed behind.
She has no plan of escaping. As long as Kurt is safe, she will do whatever they want.
The shots and breaking of glass register in her head and she hits the ground. The people around her start to drop. Shouts fill the building. There are people running towards her. Jane looks up, scared that something happened to Weller and the team. Once it's silent again, she quickly gets out of her restraints. The hostiles dead around her.
She glances around to see all of them dead. She feels a draft coming from one of the large windows, now broken. She jogs over and looks out. Oscar is on the roof across the street.
"You owe me one now, Taylor!" his voice is hard to hear, but she hears him.
She turns then and runs back to the hall they were in. She rounds the corner and their weapons go up.
"Whoa! It's just me," she says quickly.
Their guns drop at the same time. Kurt rushes to her. "Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" He hands are on her face and his eyes are checking for wounds. Blood had splattered on her when the shooting happened, but she as unharmed.
"I'm fine, Kurt," she says reaching up to touch one of his hands on her cheek.
He looks at her for a long time. Then, he kisses her, not caring about Reade and Zapata behind them. Her hands on his sides and his on her cheeks, pulling her closer.
"Don't you ever do that again, okay?" he says when he pulls away, their foreheads connected.
Jane nods and bites her lip. "I promise."
"Good," he says, removing his hand form her face. Before he pulls back he whispers, "I love you, too."
When they turn, Reade and Zapata's backs are turned to them in a failed attempt to give them privacy. Jane reaches out and interlaces her fingers with Kurt's.
"We should probably call this in," Reade says, slightly louder than needed.
"You can turn around now," Kurt says.
They do and Tasha holds out her hand. Reade digs in his pocket and lays a fifty dollar bill in her hand.
"I win," Tash says.