I don't own Blindspot or any of their amazing characters. These long breaks are grueling. They obviously hate us…so here's something to do in the meantime. I know I said this story was complete...but boredom got to me. Hope you enjoy.

Jane was sitting at her desk watching Tasha get ready to go out in frustration.

"I don't understand why he is being so stubborn," Jane told her.

"You don't?" She looked down at Jane with a smile.

"No," She said emphatically.

"Jane," Tasha reminded her, "You were just released from the hospital two days ago."

"I'm fine," Jane reminded her.

"You look much better," Tasha agreed, seeing how the bruises had mostly faded.

"Maybe I should talk to him," Jane looked over at Weller's office thoughtfully.

"It won't help," Tasha discouraged.

She didn't know how Jane could be so oblivious to what everyone else knew already. Having watched Weller when Jane and Oliver were missing, she had no doubt what this was about. The hours it had taken them to get to Vermont had taken their toll on him. The longer they drove, with no word from Jane, the more brittle he'd become. They both knew the longer the silence lasted, the more likely it was that Jane hadn't been able to overcome her captors. When they arrived at the location, the smell of bleach had been overwhelming. If Jane had succeeded in her escape, they wouldn't have had time to clean up and Jane wouldn't have needed to, so the outcome had been obvious. Jane had failed to escape. Tasha had felt grief at the obvious implications, but Weller had been in complete denial. He hadn't even been able to consider the ramifications.

She'd never felt so much relief when she'd seen the clue Jane had obviously left for her. Sharing the news with Weller hadn't given him the assurance he so obviously needed. He'd kept his emotions locked down tightly and hadn't said a word on the trip back. When he'd insisted on being patched in to Nas and Patterson's op to the charity, Tasha had watched him sit helplessly by while Nas had gone to Jane's rescue. He was not a man who was good at idly waiting at the best of times. With Jane in peril, it had been hard for Tasha to even watch.

She could see his face when Patterson advised Nas that Oliver was in the building, but Jane wasn't. Had Jane tried to overtake the men and been killed? They hadn't known. It was only when word finally came that Jane was located and safe, the Tasha had seen any emotion in Kurt at all. She'd watched him turn his face away from the team and she'd taken his hand and squeezed it tightly with her own. He'd been shaking. She would never forget the grateful look he gave her back in return.

They'd finally arrived back at the office to find Jane and Oliver in the conference room. Kurt had frozen just outside the elevator and looked at Jane like a man given a new lease on life, but to her surprised, Kurt hadn't gone to her, but turned away. She now knew he'd been working on getting Roman released to house arrest, but at the time she'd been stunned.

Sitting outside the conference room she'd watched Jane and Oliver talk with a worried frown. She knew how Jane felt about Weller and she now realized that Weller was far from impartial to Jane. This was going to be complicated.

When Jane had finally joined her and told her Oliver dumped her, she'd wanted to smile in relief. That made things much easier.

She had watched Weller's face when he asked Jane to come with him and she'd wanted to shake the two of them for being so stubborn.

Then Weitz had come and everything had become more complicated again. They'd almost lost Kurt…the whole team was shaken. Never had a relationship had so many obstacles.

"Tasha?" Jane pulled her from her thoughts.

"What?" Tasha focused back on Jane.

"You look worried," Jane told her, "What's wrong?"

"I think you should sit this one out," Tasha admitted, "Give Weller a break. He's had a tough week."

Jane looked over at Weller's office in concern.

Tasha realized that Weller's wellbeing was the ticket to get Jane to concede.

Just then Weller looked up from his desk and caught Jane's concerned stare.

He looked back at with a frown before rising from his desk and heading over to them.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately.

"Are you okay?" Jane worried.

"I'm fine?" He put his hands out in confusion, "Why?"

"It's been a hard week," Jane acknowledged.

"I wouldn't want to relive it," Kurt agreed placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing, "But we made it okay."

Placing her hand on top of his she squeezed back.

"You about ready?" Kurt asked Tasha.

"I'm good," She assured him watching how neither Kurt nor Jane dislodged their contact.

Just then the elevator binged and Oliver stepped out.

Jane looked up in surprise when he approached her desk carrying the stuffed animal from the carnival.

"Jane," Oliver told her, "We need to talk."

"Oliver…" Jane trailed off in confusion.

"I was wrong," he told her, "I should never ended things between us. I was overwhelmed and tired, but I've thought about it and I want you back."

Jane looked over at Tasha in desperation.

"This is probably not the place for this," Tasha suggested easily, "Perhaps you should wait until later."

"I'm sorry," Oliver looked down at Jane, "I know we should wait, but I needed to talk with you now. Maybe we could find someplace private?"

Jane didn't realize that she was clutching onto Kurt's hand until he used it to pull her up from her chair. He stepped close to her and placed a protective arm around her.

"This isn't a good time," Kurt denied, "We've been called out."

"Oh…okay," Oliver looked down at Jane, "Can I come by your place tonight?"

"Oliver…" Jane hesitated, "I don't know."

"Please," He insisted, "I made a mistake."

Jane looked down at the stuffed animal he was carrying.

"Here," He thrust it at her, "I wanted to give you this…"

"Thanks," She took it from him and clutched it to her chest. With Kurt's arm surrounding her and Oliver's stuffed animal in front of her, she felt shielded from the spectacle Oliver had unwittingly created.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said abruptly, "but you need to go." He motioned for a couple of other agents.

"Jane?" Oliver looked down at her imploringly.

"I'll call you later," Jane finally conceded.

Oliver was escorted back to the elevator while Kurt looked down at Jane with a piercing expression.

"Come with me," He told Jane leading her back to his office.

Tasha watched them go with a tired smile.

"Are you okay?" He worried when she followed after him with a blank expression.

"I'm okay," Jane assured him looking down at the stuffed shark sadly.

"What are you going to do?" Kurt asked bluntly.

"I don't know," Jane admitted.

"After everything that happened," Kurt reminded her, "Do you still care for him?"

"I care about him," Jane clarified.

"Do you want to be with him?" Kurt insisted.

"I enjoy his company," Jane told him, "But I don't think of him the same way I did before."

"What do you mean?" Kurt took the stuffed animal from her and threw it onto the sofa.

"Before…there was a possibility. We had fun, but we knew nothing about each other, but it was so nice having someone to just relax with. Now…I know he wants more."

"And you don't?" Kurt clarified.

"Sometimes fun isn't enough," Jane finally admitted, "When we were held hostage, I couldn't really depend on him to be there for me. He did stop them from slitting my throat, but I was prepared to die. I didn't look to him for help. I didn't believe in him. How can we ever have…more, without having faith in that other person? He isn't like us…I know that I can depend on you, on the team to have my back. With him I felt terrifyingly alone, even with him in the room with me. I would have been easier If I had been alone, because then I wouldn't have had to watch out for him. Is that terrible?"

"No," Kurt assured her pulling her into his embrace, "You deserve to feel secure, even if you are more than capable of watching out for yourself."

"So what do I tell Oliver?" Jane worried.

"Tell him the truth," Kurt told her.

"He's been through so much and he just found out his father's dead," Jane reminded Kurt.

"You'd just been abducted, almost killed, beaten and drugged and he didn't have any trouble telling you." Kurt reminded her.

"It wasn't the best day I ever had, but he's not like you Kurt," Jane reminded him, "That's the problem."

She stiffened when she realized just what she'd said.

Kurt looked down at her in surprise. Seeing her blush he smiled.

"Nobody's like you either," Kurt assured her.

"So am I going out with you and Tasha?" She asked.

"No," Kurt denied.

"But you told Oliver that we'd been called out," Jane reminded him.

"We, Tasha and I, have been called out," Kurt didn't look like he had an ounce of remorse.

"You lied to him!" Jane accused.

"I did," Kurt didn't look contrite.

"Thanks," Jane squeezed him tightly before reluctantly pulling away.

"My pleasure," Kurt grinned.

Sitting next to Patterson, Jane listed to the op with a concerned frown. They were raiding a warehouse they'd found from one of her tattoos.

"Clear," Kurt called.

"Clear," Zapata confirmed.

"There's a group moving in from the south," She warned the team.

"How many?" Kurt demanded.

"There are at least ten," Patterson worried.

"Move in," Kurt advised.

"What are they carrying?" Jane asked Patterson with concern.

Patterson zoomed in, "They have two rocket launchers." She warned the team.

"Fall back," Kurt immediately ordered.

The building rocked with the first hit. It began to fall with the second.

"Are you clear?" Jane demanded.

The team answered back one after another until the only voice missing was Kurt's.

"Tasha, is Kurt clear?" Jane demanded in agitation.

"I don't know," Tasha denied, "We're taking fire."

"I'm sending backup," Patterson assured them.

"I'm going," Jane told her.

"Go," Patterson agreed.

"Take me with you," Roman insisted.

"I can't give you a weapon," Jane denied, "And this is too dangerous without one,"

"I can find Weller," Roman argued, "Let me help."

Jane looked at Patterson. Sharing a look of understanding Jane turned back to Roman.

"You're only there to find Kurt," She warned him.

"I'll find him," He promised.

Patterson watched them go with a worried frown.

When they arrived on the scene, team one was still taking fire and Kurt had yet to be located.

Jane directed team two to come in behind the terrorist group while she and Roman exited the vehicle.

"You circle around and see if you can locate Kurt," Jane told Roman, Pulling the sniper rifle over her head she looked to the building adjacent to the warehouse. "I'm going up. See if I can take out the men with the rocket launchers. I'll cover you, but you need to stay under the radar."

"They won't know I'm there," Roman assured her.

"Stay safe," She warned him, "Go get Weller."

"You too," He looked down at her, "I'm will find him."

"I know." She touched his arm, before heading to the roof ladder.

Jane ran along the steep pitch of the roof trying to find a clear line of site to her targets. The team was trapped between the now smoldering warehouse and the frigid river running adjacent to the site.

She knew she wasn't going to get many shots off. She needed to concentrate on the men with the rocket launchers. The first one wouldn't see it coming, but the second…that was a problem. He didn't need to be accurate he just needed to be faster than her. She considered her options. She was on the top of a six story building, but it was adjacent to the river. If she was late…she could probably make the jump to the river…If the fall didn't kill her, then freezing water very well might.

Bracing the gun she looked through the scope at her targets. She could hit them without question.

"I've got them in sight," She told the team.

"We're ready on your order," Team leader two confirmed.

"Once I take out the two with the launchers, we need to move in, we can't let them regroup."

"I've got Weller," Roman announced suddenly.

"Is he okay?" Jane demanded her heart racing.

"He's good," Roman assured her, "He was forced to take cover in what was left of the warehouse, his com didn't make it."

Jane took a deep soothing breath.

"Get ready," Jane warned team 2.

Her first shot was deadly. Turning her weapon she found her second target moving rapidly. His weapon already aimed in her direction. She shot at the same time he did. Hers was deadly, his was catastrophic. She felt the empty warehouse underneath her shake and abandoned her weapon to run toward the river. She could feel the heat of the fire and the crumpling of the structure as she ran. As the building began to fall, she dove over the side aiming toward the river.

"Jane!" Roman called in panic as he watched helplessly.

She hit the water and was momentarily stunned. The intense cold stole her breath and the impact of the water jarred her bones. If it hadn't been for the flying debris breaking the water surface before her, she was pretty sure the fall would have killed her.

Struggling she attempted to push off her heavy jacket that seemed determined to pull her down. Once it was removed, she began divesting herself of the heavy body armor and extra amo. Finally she began to rise. He progress was impeded by whatever was wrong with her arm. Just when she didn't think she was going to make it she felt a hand roughly grab her wrist and pull her up. She broke the surface and took a deep grateful breath of air before an arm grasped her tightly around the waist and began pulling her toward the shore. It wasn't until they reached the ladder that Jane realized that both Roman and Kurt were in the water with her.

It had been Roman that pulled her up, but Kurt was the one that supported her now.

"Are you okay?" She worried looking over her shoulder at him.

He looked down at her in stunned incomprehension.

"I fine," He told her, "But we need to get out of this water."

Jane grasped the ladder and attempted to pull herself up. She gasped at the darkness that seemed to overwhelm her at the movement.

"Jane," Tasha called from the top of the ladder, "You can do it."

Pulling her injured arm against her side protectively Jane began to climb. Kurt came up behind her and supported her as she pulled herself out. Leaning back against him she struggled to get her balance.

Once she was high enough, Tasha leaned over and pulled her the rest of the way.

"Are you okay?" Tasha demanded leaning over her where she lay on the ground.

"I'm a little banged up," Jane told her, "But I'm okay."

"What's wrong with your arm?" Kurt demanded taking his place across from Tasha.

"It's my shoulder," Jane admitted, "I think it's dislocated."

Roman joined them by her head. "Let me see," He told her.

She sat up gingerly while he inspected it.

"This is going to hurt," He warned her.

"It already hurts," She told him with a grimace.

Placing his hand on her shoulder he took her arm and rotated until it snapped back into place.

Jane bit her lip to keep from screaming. The black dots were back.

"It's back in," He assured her.

"Thanks," She told him hoarsely blinking rapidly.

Kurt bit back a curse as he heard her shoulder pop back into place.

"Did we get them?" Jane looked over at Tasha.

"Everyone not dead is in custody," Tasha assured her.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt demanded.

"We're your backup," Jane stated the obvious.

"You were not cleared for the field," He reminded her.

"That was before they tried to blow you up," She reminded him.

The paramedics arrived to spare her any further argument.

Jane sat quietly while they medic checked her eyes. She was shivering in her wet clothing.

"We need to get dry," Kurt was watching Jane shiver in concern.

"We don't carry hospital gowns," The medic told him, "But we can provide you blankets."

"It's better than nothing," Kurt agreed.

Jane, Kurt and Roman climbed inside the ambulance, the warmth only heighted Janes shivering.

She sank down on the gurney and tried to unlace her boots. The wet strings and her shaking fingers couldn't seem to work.

"Let me," Kurt insisted dropping down to kneel by her feet.

Jan watched as he made short work of the task. He pulled off her boots and wet socks before rubbing her feet to help her regain circulation.

Roman finished stripping down before wrapping the blanket around his torso.

"I can help her," He told Kurt, "You need to get dry too."

Jane stood back up and Roman helped her pull her shirt off her uninjured arm easily. Once that was done he lowered the fabric down her injured arm more slowly. Her pants slid down her legs heavy with water. She stepped out and reached for the blanket.

Kurt looked at the swelling and bruises already forming with a worried frown.

"She needs to take off everything," Kurt insisted, seeing that Jane was still wearing her undergarments.

"I can do that," Jane told Roman when he looked uncomfortable.

"I'll get the paramedics," Roman told her.

She waited until he'd gone before throwing the blanket around her shoulders and bending down to remove her underwear.

Kurt watched her struggle briefly before coming up behind her.

"Wrap the blanket around your waist," He told her, "I'll help you with your sports bra."

"Kurt," Jane looked over her shoulder at him reluctantly.

"I can cut it off," He offered.

She nodded her head gratefully.

Holding the blanket up to her chest, she waited while he made short work of the task.

One the garment fell free Kurt looked down at her delicate back before his eyes traced the tattoo of his name possessively.

Pulling the blanket back up to cover more of her, he sat down next to her and pulled her against his side.

She felt his warmth and moaned in relief.

Rubbing her hands he pulled her more tightly against him.

"The fall should have killed you," He said accusingly.

"Sorry?" She said without opening her eyes.

"Jane," Kurt shook her gently, "You can't keep pushing yourself like this. Eventually, you're going to get yourself killed."

"I know it wasn't the best alternative," Jane admitted, "But as long as they had access to those launchers, we were seriously outgunned."

Before he could argue further, the door opened back up and Roman and the Medic climbed inside.

"I think you should all go in for an exam." He told them.

"I'm good," Roman insisted, "But I'll ride along so I can see exactly how Jane is."

"Let's go," Kurt agreed, still holding Jane against him.

The paramedic worked around Roman and Kurt as he inspected Jane's various abrasions.

"I'm fine," She insisted while he wrapped her arm and shoulder before putting her arm in a sling.

"You're with the FBI?" The medic asked, his eyes running over the ornate tattoos.

"I'm a consultant," Jane denied.

"Where'd you get your work done?" The medic asked with interest, reaching over he traced the outline of one of her tattoos, "They're fabulous."

Kurt wanted to break the man's hand. Roman beat him to it and in seconds the man's hand was held in Roman's crushing grip.

"Don't touch her," He warned him seriously.

The medic held up his hands hastily, "Sorry."

"Its fine," Jane assured him while looking at Roman.

"Just don't do it again," Kurt warned him.

Jane looked over at Kurt in surprise, where was Weller's calm voice of reason?

"Got it," The medic adamantly agreed.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor was familiar.

"Back again?" He asked looking between the three of them with raised eyebrows.

"She was almost blown up," Kurt told him.

The Doctor's eyebrows flew up.

"You lead a very…interesting life," He finally concluded beginning his exam.

Jane answered his questions and before long he told them. "I don't see any reason you can't be released."

"Great," Jane smiled at him in relief.

"Just…try to take it easy this time," The Doctor said seriously.

"Of course," She agreed.

Kurt and Roman shared a determined look. Jane could only look between the two of them in exasperation.