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This chapter is from Kurts POV, but next chapter we will hear from Jane! I'm planning on alternating chapters for the rest of the story. Though it won't always be Kurts POV, I'm hoping to cycle through a few other members of the team or even have combo POV chapters. So let me know if there is anyone in particular you'd like to hear from :)

Kurt couldn't believe how perfect this night shaped up to be. He's surrounded by all the people he cares about, his friends, his coworkers who might as well have been family, his sister, Allie and Naz were both here and getting along.

Soon he would find out whether they were having a girl or a boy. He hoped it'd be a girl but in truth he knew he'd love them either way. He never imagined that he would get to a place in life where he felt comfortable enough to have a family. Not after Taylor and everything that surrounded her.

But life hadn't given him the option and he couldn't be more grateful.

Yet in the back of his mind, he felt that something wasn't quite right. They were getting ready to start cutting the cake when he finally figured it out. Jane had never showed up. He scanned the room twice to make sure he hadn't missed her. She tended to cling to walls, and hide in corners these days. So it wouldn't be outside of the realm of possibility that she simply escaped his notice.

No, she hadn't simply escaped his notice, she truly hadn't come. For a second he felt something like betrayal coil in his gut. He'd invited her, hell he'd even gone out of his way to let her know that she cared and she'd even said she'd come. How could she not show?

Before he could he could form those thoughts into true anger a chant went up in the room distracting him, and her absence once again slunk to the bottom of his brain.

"Cut the Cake, Cut the Cake." Rang through the room, Allie and he exchanging looks before they smiled and gave into their friends desires.

Its not that he didn't care but he simply got caught up in the moment. He could deal with Jane another time.

As they cut the cake and pulled a piece out revealing a beautiful pink piece, Kurt couldn't contain his smile. He knew it would be a girl, so not only had he won himself some money but he had a second chance. This time he'd do things right. He'd protect her. She'd get to grow up the way Taylor never had. Get to life a life that she should have.

He wouldn't fail another woman he loved. He simply wouldn't.

After they'd cut the cake, and pieces were passed around, Allie cornered him in the kitchen a question burning in her eyes, "What?" he asked immediately. He knew better than to let that look go unquestioned with her.

"I thought you said you invited Jane? Is she not coming?" She asked, an odd look pulling across her face.

He had to look around to confirm her absence once again, as if she'd somehow materialized in the past few minutes "I did and she said she'd be here. Maybe she mixed the time up?"

Not as if he'd given her more than a two hour notice.

"Maybe," Allie hesitated, darting a glance around the room, "I guess I'd been hoping to get the chance to talk to her. To really thank her for everything she did for us." Her voice trailed off as her hands absently wrapped around her stomach. Her eyes searching the room, again finding it empty of the person in question.

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, and Jane knows how grateful you-we are that she was there that day. I don't think you need to go out of your way," He told her, shrugging his shoulders. He'd ask Jane about it in the morning. In truth, he didn't want to think about Jane right now, she probably had her own reasons for not coming. It wasn't Kurt's place to hound her about it anymore. Maybe it never really had been.

"If you're sure," Allie replied, her tone and expression telling him exactly what she thought of that.

He sighed, "Allie, text her if you're so worried about it. I'm sure something just came up, Jane does have her own life."

"A. I don't have her number," She told him, eyes telling him that she blamed him for that little fact, "and B. I know that Jane is aperson, maybe if you'd let her know about the party when we first talked about it instead of two hours ago she would have shown up," Allie hissed, before heaving a sign and walking away from him muttering unintelligibly under her breath.

He did his best to avoid confrontation with Allie when they'd dated but now with the pregnancy he avoided it like the plague. So, he simply texted her Janes number, and gave her some space.

He'd seen Patterson, Zapata and Dr. Borden converge in a corner and decided to chat them up.

Within the space of a few minutes he'd managed to shove the conversation to the back of his mind and forget about it.

Losing himself easily among his friends and colleagues. And after they'd all gone he lost himself again in Naz's embrace. He'd been waiting for a moment alone with her since she found him in the bathroom during the party. He had a moment and then some.

He didn't think about Jane or his conversation with Allie until the next morning, when he arrived at work and found Jane's desk empty.

Odd. Since her return from the CIA, Jane had been at her desk before he arrived every single morning unless Roman summoned her to do Shepard's bidding.

He'd always thought about checking to see what time she arrived. Considering he himself showed up a full hours earlier than their required clock in time. But in the beginning he'd been too lost in anger and betray to care. Then it had simply become another part of his daily routine. No longer something to question.

But still he didn't do much more than let his gaze linger on her empty chair for a few seconds longer than usual. The anger that had started to form the other night hitting him full force. She's probably skulking around to avoid a confrontation with him. He still couldn't believe she'd skipped the party. He finally decides to extend her a hand and she refuses it. He didn't know why he's surprised.

Jane's never been who he thought she was. She's done nothing but try to prove herself to you and the team. Maybe if you had treated her with an ounce of respect she would have come. A tiny voice whispered to him, but he ignored it.

She hadn't earned the teams trust back. He hadn't made her do everything she'd done those months ago.

He forced himself to shake that steam of thought from his head. He didn't have time to deal with those feelings again. So he simply went about his normal routine, he had too much paperwork from the previous days shit show to think too hard on the matter.

He let himself get lost in paperwork, concentrating on that and only that until he heard a knock on his office door.

He looked up and saw Reade standing poised in front of his door, he gestured for the man to come in and waited for him to speak.

"Have you seen Jane? It almost ten and none of us have seen her," Reade seemed perplexed, maybe even worried.

"No, she wasn't in when I got here this morning," Kurt replied, "Have you tried calling her cell?"

"Patterson, and Zapata have both tried her cell at least three times in the past hour. They haven't gotten anything but the dial tone."

"See if Patterson can trace it, maybe Jane forgot to plug it in and overslept." But even as the words left his mouth his stomach sunk. Jane would never be so careless.

Reade nodded and left to relay his orders. Kurt picked up his own phone and dialed Jane's number. Just like the others he got a dial tone, after few moments the automated machine picked up. He waited for her old voicemail to place, a silly little thing that she and the team had recorded in the months prior to her betrayal. But instead the automated voice related the phone number he had failed to reach and the beep were the only things he heard.

For some reason that made him feel sick.

But he pushed those feelings aside and got up to head to the bullpen.

He collided with Patterson as he opened his door, and only just catching her before she hit the floor. "Are you okay?" He asked her, visually inspecting her for any injury, even as she confirmed herself to be unharmed.

"I traced Jane's cell, it looks like it still at her apartment, and I have a bad feeling about this Kurt. A really bad feeling," Patterson explained to him, he watched the tears collecting in the corner of her eyes. Patterson had been the only one he hadn't told about not inviting Jane before. He knew he was the only one to make any overtures to Jane in the past few months.

He didn't think he should be the one to comfort her, but he still patted her arm twice.

"We'll find her," He assured her, before he turned to the other two, "Reade, with me, we're going to go check on Jane. I'm sure it's nothing Patterson, even Jane is capable of sleeping in."

"Zapata, stay with Patterson, check the footage around the safe house. It's possible that Jane pulled in by sandstorm unexpectedly," Even as he said it he knew that couldn't be true. Jane never failed to alert them in some little way if sandstorm was involved.

Maybe something really had happened.

It felt like time crept to a standstill as he and Reade left the FBI building heading towards Jane's safe house.

It took them a little over fifteen minutes to get from point A to point B but it felt like a lifetime.

"Try her one more time before we go in," Kurt told Reade as they parked behind Jane's SUV. Her car's still here, but that didn't mean anything. Not with the life Jane currently led. Sandstorm could have picked her up. Any number of enemies from her past could have grabbed her.

Jane certainly didn't lack for enemies, for some people the tattoos on her body were cause enough to want her dead.

"Still nothing," Reade's voice broke him from his thoughts.

"Alright, let's move in," Kurt replied, already reaching for the door handle.

Jane existed as an FBI mole, a bureaucratic term for a tool, and so they all had keys to her apartment. No one had ever used them. But it made some people feel better to have the access.

He knocked once on her door, and when he tried the knob. It turned and the door swung open. Reade and he exchanged quick looks, Jane would never have left her door unlocked. Too paranoid. Too cautious for such a slip up.

"Jane, are you here?" Kurt called into the empty apartment. He knew she wouldn't answer but he called again anyway.

"Jane, its Reade and Weller," Reade called his own greeting into the apartment but as he'd expected Jane's voice didn't ring out in response.

Kurt walked further into the apartment, turning his head to take it all in. Before everything, Jane's apartment had a life of its own. Over months she filled it with sketches and eccentric rugs. Mismatched mugs, and funky wine glasses always spattered across every surface.

But this place, this place seemed barren. Empty. The walls were the dull lifeless grey every safe house returned to when its occupants left. A single wooden chair occupied the corner of the living room, and what he could see of the kitchen seemed as bleak and empty as the living room.

"Is that Jane's phone?" Reade asked, and Kurt turned his gaze to the small hallway before the stairs. Reade had stooped down to crouch beside the phone that lay shattered on the floor. He could see Jane's keys laying on the floor direction across from the phone. As if she'd been holding them in opposite hands when she dropped them.

"Call Patterson, get a team here now." Kurt commanded.

Despite the fact that the house showed no signs of a struggle, Kurt knew in his gut that Jane had been taken. He knew it, and from the look Reade sent his way as he dialed Patterson's number he thought so too.

He felt his gut clench. Guilt wrapping like a noose around his neck.

Jane had been taken, and he hadn't even noticed.

Jane had been taken and he hadn't cared.