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Chapter 2 – Revelations

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Nas secure office, FBI office

The seconds stretched, interminable. Kurt could swear that without the sounds of impacts on Jane's defenseless body, his own heartbeat would resound throughout the room. No, not in the room, he realized after a moment. The pounding seemed to come from his own head, and after a few more seconds, he realized that he had stopped breathing. The agent forced himself to draw a breath, slowly, laboriously. At his side, Patterson seemed to waver between a bout of crying and fainting. Tasha still held her close to herself, her left arm around Patterson's shoulders, while her right hand gripped the edge of the computer terminal so hard that her knuckles turned white. Reade, for his part, rhythmically clenched and released his fists, as if he was ready to beat something or someone. But it was Nas' reaction that surprised him most. Her habitual stoic face bore a softer expression, a curious blend of admiration and pity. Admiration for Jane who endured the blows without letting out a cry, and pity for what she was suffering.

- "They don't ask her any questions. Why don't they ask any questions"? Patterson moaned, after several long moments watching Jane be hit. At these words, Nas' face became dark again, a fact which didn't escape Zapata.

- "What? What do you know?" She asked, staring at the NSA agent.

- "That's the standard protocol," Nas said, turning away.

- "Standard protocol for what?" Reade asked hesitantly.

- "Protocol…protocol for reinforced interrogation techniques," Nas muttered, still without looking at them.

- " Reinforced interrogation techniques? Why don't I like the sound of that!" Patterson almost shouted.

- " What is that ? A kind of bureaucratic euphemism to describe torture?" Zapata sneered.

- "That's exactly what it is," Weller whispered, pointing to the notebook on the table.

- "The first phase usually consists of asking simple questions to test the prisoner's cooperation. Depending on the degree of willingness he shows to share his information, the interrogator then decides to move more or less quickly to phase two, "Nas informed them after taking a deep breath.

- "That's what they're doing," Tasha said, casting a brief glance on the screen, unable to bear Jane beaten like that. "They don't ask questions to put her in that condition".

- "That's right," sighed Nas, "Phase Two…resorting to moderate physical violence for varying lengths of time, before asking the same questions. During this phase, the prisoner suffers several beatings after random rest periods, and is asked questions for which he is beaten even if he answers. The goal is to begin to annihilate any hope of resistance by making him believe that he will be beaten whatever happens. Then the interrogator returns and offers to him a way out again in exchange for information."

- "I suppose there's also a phase three," growled Reade, his jaws clenched. Nas looked at them again, uncomfortably, her eyes resting, in spite of herself, towards the open drawing book.

- "Phase three ... phase three is for people like Jane," she said hesitantly. (1)

- "What do you mean about people like Jane" ?!

- "The well trained combatants. Those who have a strong will and have undergone training to resist the conventional methods of interrogation. As a special forces soldier, Jane has inevitably attended SERE training at one time or another. The Department of Defense way of training their soldiers to resist interrogations, survive in a hostile environment and, if possible, escape, "added the agent, seeing Zapata's perplexed look at the acronym.

- "As far as we know, she can hardly recall her period in the army, how do you think she remembers survival training"? Reade asked, puzzled and a little angry.

- "Oh my God", Patterson groaned when the idea struck her like a flash. "Traumatic memory. You're talking about traumatic memory. "

- "Traumatic memory"? Reade asked, looking alternately between Nas and Patterson.

- "Basically, it's the act of remembering a traumatic event, from a trigger related to this memory. It can be an object, a sound, an odor ... Although the brain tries to forget it, the presence of the trigger brings the memory back to the surface, confronting the victim again with trauma ... But the problem is that often, not only does she relive the memory in question, she sees it again, feeling everything that she felt at that moment. Like a flashback or a nightmare that is repeated", Kurt said in a painful voice. "When Jane started coming into the field with us at the very beginning, Borden told me to be vigilant about what we were confronting her with. He feared that some stimuli would bring bad memories to the surface at a time when she wasn't ready. "

- "So what you're saying", Zapata said slowly, looking at her boss, Nas, and the computer analyst, "is that despite the fact that her memory is almost erased, the trauma of being tortured has reactivated identical memories ...

- "It's my best hypothesis," confirmed Nas, "although it's confidential, the practical part of SERE training for special forces is to be confronted physically and emotionally with techniques of advanced interrogations. Even if the instructors set a limit from the start, since the goal is only to give a glimpse of what can be expected in real life, the memories are certainly not very pleasant. It would also explain how she remembers doing that", she continued pointing at the screen.

- "Do what"? Asked Reade perplexed, as Tasha understood: "She doesn't scream."

- "What" ?

- "Jane ... she doesn't scream. I mean ... with everything she endures, she must be suffering a lot. If someone did the same thing to me, I'm almost certain that I would be screaming for my mum. But Jane ... we are given the impression that it doesn't affect her", replied the dark-haired woman, pointing at the screen where Jane was still taking the beating from her torturers without reacting.

- "She has disassociated", Nas informed them. "It's similar to a form of meditation. She has created in her mind an ideal place where pain doesn't exist in the same way ".

- "So, she doesn't suffer"? Patterson asked hopefully. Nas observed the agents, considering for a moment, the idea of lying to them, but resolved, nevertheless, to speak only the truth.

- "No, she still feels the pain but with less acuity than if she were in a fully conscious state".

- "It's better than nothing," the blonde consoled, glancing at the timecode, showing that Jane had been beaten regularly for about twenty minutes.

- "Wait!" Reade spoke up. "To disassociate her mind like that, isn't it dangerous "?

- "Unfortunately yes," Nas sighed. "In extreme cases, the subject retreats so far back into itself, that it eventually becomes catatonic, completely insensitive to the outside world in order to escape the pain. But I don't think that will happen to Jane, "she added to reassure them.

- "How can you be sure of that"? Zapata inquired, perplexed.

- "Because I think that's how she had escaped in Oregon. Dissociating gives the appearance of being inert, while you are still aware of your environment ..."

- "... which makes it possible to lull the jailers into a false sense of security and use the slightest error to take them by surprise, since they don't expect the prisoner to react," Reade understood.

- "Which explains the nightmares", Tasha muttered to herself, surprising the rest of the agents.

-"What are you talking about"? Reade asked, frowning. Zapata looked at him with a long sigh before retrieving the notebook on the table.

- "Don't tell me nobody has noticed. Even I, who has spent the last few weeks detesting and ignoring her as much as possible, have noticed that she is no longer the same. No one returns unscathed from three months in a CIA black site…Even someone as strong as Jane. She has dark circles under her eyes when she arrives in the morning. She jumps at the slightest movement or noise that takes her by surprise, even if she tries to pretend that everything is normal. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't eat enough. But I was so angry with her, and she was so easy to blame, that I acted as if I didn't notice anything, "the agent whispered, lowering his eyes in shame.

Her mea-culpa out loud made the rest of the team facing their own guilt. They all acted in the same way, welcoming her on the team to save appearances in order to stop Sandstorm, while making her feel that she was no longer part of it. Understanding what he had done to a friend, the woman he had kissed several times, struck Kurt harder than the others. Before her arrest, they had shared a kind of connection. With one look, they could feel the mood of the other and almost guess their thoughts. He had confided to Jane things about he had never told to anyone, and she had confided to him her distress of not knowing who she really was. And after all that, his anger had taken over, and he had abandoned her pure and simple. No, worse than that, he had participated in her torments, asking her to infiltrate a dangerous organization, to betray her own family without offering her anything in return. The disgust he felt for himself overwhelmed him, and he walked over to a metal filing cabinet, and proceeded to strike it several times, before throwing it to the ground, while screaming with rage.

-"Kurt!" Patterson shouted, hesitating to approach, the use of his first name slipping out of her lips as she was worried that her leader and friend could get hurt.

-"Weller," Reade said, grasping him by the arm and pulling him back, "that won't fix anything."

-"We have ... we have abandoned her!" I have abandoned her! She lived through hell and I didn't even try to listen to her reasons. We ... no, I sent a person, a woman I claimed to be my friend, suffering from post-traumatic stress, into one of the most dangerous terrorist organizations we've seen on American soil. As if she was nothing more than a disposable tool! "

- "I know, and I'm also angry", Reade tried to appease, "but moping around about what we could or should do isn't going to help us find her."

-"Agent Reade's right," said Nas calmly. "We must find her, and then we can work to regain her trust."

-"And it won't be easy," Tasha said sadly, beginning to turn the pages of the drawing book. She finally founds the parts she had discovered while leafing through the notebook at Jane's house. "This is the part where memories are replaced by her nightmares."

-"How do you know?" Asked her perplexed teammate. Without a word, the young Latina handed the notebook to the rest of the group, who approached hesitantly. After seeing the horrors contained in the first pages, nobody really wanted to renew the experience. It was Kurt who first found the courage to seize the notebook, the others grouping around him to look over his shoulder. He regretted it immediately, as he could hear the shocked gasps of Reade and Patterson from behind his back. On the double page before them was a very detailed representation of Jane, once again hanging by the wrists. But this time, the silhouettes mistreating her all bore a face…Their faces. The caption at the top of the page broke Weller's heart: "Deserved Punishment," he said aloud. Behind him, he could hear Patterson's sobs again.

With a trembling hand, he turned the page, hoping without believing that what he would see on the next page wasn't as hard to take. He clenched his teeth, seeing Jane desperately alone in the middle of the bullpen, while the team grouped in the left corner looked at her with hateful looks. The other agents in the periphery didn't wear faces, but throughout the ceiling, accusing eyes drawn in thick pencil lines seemed to be fixed on the young woman in the center. Another drawing showed Jane executed by a man who seemed to be Roman, according to the descriptions she had made of him. However, it was probably the next drawing that was the worst to see. In the left corner, a handcuffed Jane was being dragged outside the FBI office by two faceless figures, while a cheerful Keaton led the way. In the right corner, almost the whole team, minus Patterson, was represented with a satisfied look on their face. Just above the group, the words "traitor", "liar", "murderess" were written and underlined so many times that the paper was torn from where the pencil had ripped through.

- "Jesus," Reade whispered, looking at the drawing.

- "You understand why I say it will be difficult to regain her trust"? Zapata asked in a dejected tone. "Considering how we treated her ... how I treated her, she probably thinks that we will send her back to the CIA as soon as she is no longer useful to us. "

- "Weller," Patterson moaned, grabbing the agent's arm, "we need to find her!" We need to bring her back! We need to protect her "!
- "They stopped!" Nas shouted, drawing their attention to the screen again. Indeed, the video now showed Jane alone, falling suddenly, lying on the ground when the chain was released. Her face was clenched in a slight grimace of pain, but her eyes seemed to be staring straight at the camera, straight at the team who felt her burning gaze through the screen. And suddenly, the video disappeared into a black screen.
- "Patterson, what's going on?" Weller barked as he approached the screen, as if his mere presence could bring it back to life.
-" I told you. The video was untraceable and designed to self-erase after viewing. "
-" It's logical. This bastard doesn't want to leave any evidences"! Reade rumbled.

- "Actually, I don't think that it was Keaton who sent the link," Nas interrupted. "Arrogant as he is, he wouldn't have resisted the pleasure of looking towards the camera to taunt us".

- "So who could have located a CIA site, to put a camera there without the knowledge of the agents present"? Zapata asked, frowning.

- "Rich Dotcom, but he's in jail. And he has a weakness for Jane, he wouldn't have let it happen just to make us watch, "Weller sighed, using his thumb and forefinger to rub his eyes.
- "That leaves only Sandstorm with the knowledge and skills to do it," the NSA agent replied looking at them grimly. This statement made the rest of the group pale before the implications.
- "Why would they do that?" And why prevent us from finding her ? " Asked Reade with a tense air.
-" Who knows? Even with the intel obtained by Jane, we have only a vague idea of their goals".
- "Anyway, if Sandstorm is involved, it can't be good for Jane," Patterson retorted, rerunning the video of the kidnapping and looking for new clues.
-"Is it possible for Sandstorm ... to know that Jane is working for us and is putting this on display to punish her?" Reade asked sharply. His question caused a dead silence in the room. For both Jane and for them, this scenario would be the worst possible.

- "No matter who's having fun by making us look at this, and why," Kurt growled painfully. "The only thing that counts is finding Jane. The rest can wait. According to the timecode, the video was shot at midnight, and she was beaten for about half an hour. It's six hours past, so we don't know what has happened to her during those missing hours. We have to make up for that delay before Keaton decides to come back. "
- "I go back to the neighborhood to look for witnesses," Zapata resolutely let out before stepping forward.

- "I have a former classmate who worked in the CIA. He was an administrative man, but I'll call him to see if he has any information, "Reade suggested as he pulled his phone, while walking out of the room.
- "And we're going to try to get a match for the van on the surveillance cameras in Jane's neighborhoods," Patterson said as her fingers flew over her keyboard, and Nas used her priority access to the city's surveillance network.

That left Kurt to face his own demons. The notebook in his hands seemed to weigh tons, as if it were transmitting all the suffering and despair Jane had felt. And he did what he hadn't done for weeks. What he should have done a long time. He remembered every major event of the last few months, from Jane's perspective. From what she said when they captured and interrogated her with Nas machine, she really thought she was Taylor Shaw. At least until Oscar told her the opposite and she had to kill him. This made him aware of one thing. Even if she had hidden his existence from them, she had only done so to get answers about her past. Jesus, she had even killed her former fiancé to return to them…To return to him. And all she got for her troubles was to be sent to a CIA black site, without even a chance to explain to them…To explain to him.

And since her return, they hadn't really been nice with her. Shamefully, Weller realized that apart from the pieces they had obtained during Nas' debriefing, to know if she was loyal to Sandstorm, Jane hadn't given all the details of what had prompted her to take these decisions. And with the indifference they had shown her since, she had no reason to confiding in them. Hell! He even told Tasha that he could not bear to be in the same room, and he had to do it with Jane right behind him. And when he turned around... He remembered only too well the pain in her eyes, even though she had bravely faced it and acted as if it didn't affect her.

Thinking about it, his betrayal had made him feel all the worse because he thought he had a future with her. And he was pretty sure that was Jane's case too. He couldn't see her face when Allie announced that she was pregnant during the shootout, but he remembered the pain in her eyes when he thanked her in the locker room. During the past year, he had been her rock, one of the only stable elements in her life…And upon her return from her three months of hell; she learned that he had gotten another woman pregnant. And now he slept with Nas, the same woman who had helped them capture her again to make her infiltrate Sandstorm.
- "God," he said to himself in his head, "let me have a chance to talk to her about Nas before anyone else tells her."

Patterson was watching her friend while typing furiously on her keyboard. The young woman knew that as tough as he liked to appear, Weller had been hard hit by the events of the last few months. The death of his father, who had confessed on his deathbed to having killed his childhood friend, Jane's arrest, Mayfair's disappearance, the announcement of her death, Jane's return, after months of torture by the CIA…It was hard to take. And now the walls he had erected between him and Jane collapsed before the reality of the trauma suffered by the young woman. Seeing him pensively observe the cabinet on the floor, the blonde couldn't help teasing him to relax the atmosphere.
- "No need for a second round Boss, I think the cabinet has learned its lesson." Her repartee snatched an amused grunt at Nas and a chuckle at Kurt.
- "Yeah, sorry for that," he said to no one in particular, as he leaned forward to straighten the cabinet with a gasp of effort.

- "I have a new link," Nas said, seeing another flashing video in the file where they had discovered the first video.
- "Display it! Patterson, connect us with Tasha so she knows what is happening, I will call Reade. "
On the screen, Keaton appeared once more, heading for Jane.

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With Jane, somewhere in NY.

-"Hoist the flag sailors," the bearded man shouted as he approached. In response, the chain climbed up again and Jane suddenly found herself straight. At this time the chain was stretched to keep her arms in the air but allow her to stay kneeling on the ground. This in itself was a small improvement from her previous situation, and relieved a bit the tension from her shoulders. While waiting for the voice of her executioner, Jane stiffened again, wondering how long had elapsed since the end of the blows.

- "Come on Janie," said the man, in a tone dishonestly encouraging, "Make an effort, so that we can hold a civilized conversation." The young woman didn't reply, contenting herself with turning towards him with an empty look which had irked him from their first meeting.
- "You really are a stubborn girl", the CIA man sighed, looking at her with a sly smile that sent chills down her spine. As if he knew something she didn't. "Why not come back and talk to us. I'm sure we can find some common interests". His smile seemed to grow as he added, "You must be dying to talk about Agent Weller. After all, he knew I was going to take you back. But it seems he didn't warn you, "he said, fraudulently astonished.

FBI Office
- "Keaton is already back"? Reade asked as he entered the room again.
-"Yes…Did you find anything"?
- "My contact checked with his former colleagues, and says Keaton only works with a small team of three men lately. And unlike Carter, he prefers discreet places like abandoned warehouses, not the vaults of an employment agency. But that's all he could tell me. "
The attention of the agents present was then attracted by Keaton's words from the speakers: "You must be dying to talk about Agent Weller. After all, he knew I was going to take you back. But it seems he didn't warn you. "
- "Weller, what is he talking about?" Patterson asked, hoping she had misunderstood, while Reade riveted a similarly puzzled look at him. The deputy director sighed as he looked at Nas.

- "When Nas and I went to Bulgaria, we met Keaton who was also looking for Winter. He followed the Sandstorm agents who stormed our hideout and helped us eliminate them. "
-" And" ?
- "Then Agent Weller refused to hand Winter over to Keaton. It was there that Keaton bragged about what he had done to Jane and threatened to do it again. Agent Weller lost his composure and tried to strangle him, "says Nas.

-"You should have"! Patterson grumbled, glaring at the CIA agent on the screen.

-"She stopped me," Weller replied immediately, pointing to Nas's, experiencing, at the same time, the unpleasant feeling of behaving like Sawyer when asked why he hadn't done his homework. Except that his nephew was only ten...

- "Ok, ok, we agreed, Weller should have told us about this and warn Jane that Keaton had it after her. Sorry boss", he added, after seeing Kurt's dark look at him, "but that's the truth. You and Nas promised Jane to keep her safe if she helped us shoot down Sandstorm. From her point of view, it's not really a success ... ".

- "We'll decide who should feel guilty later. Why is Keaton telling her all this? " Asked Patterson.
- "Oh no," Nas whispered when the realization struck her as she watched the screen, where Jane's panicked face was in a close-up.

With Jane

The words bounced around inside her head. That was impossible. No, no, she must have misunderstood. Kurt would never do that. "Of course he would," the little voice whispered in her head. "He has done it before. He knows what happened during those three months, and he hasn't shown you the least bit of sympathy". The idea repeated in a loop in the little corner of her mind where she had taken refuge, it took a few seconds for Jane to realize that something was wrong. She suddenly felt much more conscious of her environment, and the pain of the blows received earlier became more present. Trying to fight the feeling of panic that invaded her, Jane soon found that she could no longer breathe. Her body betrayed her, and she suddenly returned to reality. She inhaled strongly, the relief of the air entering her lung quickly counterbalanced by the waves of pain that struck her.
-"What ... did you ... do…to me," said Jane between her clenched teeth.
-" Me ? But I haven't done a thing", Keaton replied from his chair, still with his smirk. "Oh, you mean about your return to reality? A little psychological trick that I learned through experience. I imagine our little one-on-one conversation reminded you of that little mental trick but not its drawbacks? If I judge by this look lost I must conclude no ... ".
Now that she was fully conscious, the pain became more difficult to fight. But she still preferred to concentrate on it rather than listen to her captor. She remembered only too well how much he liked to try to get into her head.

-"You see," continued the agent, looking at her with that superior air she despised, "to dissociate your mind requires a great bit of mental strength, and large amount of concentration. Of course there is a risk, going so far into your own mind, that you can't come back alone. To avoid this, one generally learns to choose a trigger that is familiar enough to return to the conscious state. A backdoor if you prefer, so that a trusted person can reach you anyway. In your case, since you have no friends, yours was chosen unconsciously and therefore more difficult to find. But guess who your weak point is "?
-"Weller," Jane breathed in spite of herself.
-"Yes, the great and brave Kurt Weller, protector of the weak and defenseless. Or the amnesiac in your case. But we will have time to chat once we have settled some details. Though you are fascinating, and much better company when you don't fall back into your pretty little head, there's someone I want more than you right now. "
-"Who…Winter, you want Winter," the dark-haired woman recalled, remembering the debriefing, when she had heard the voices of Shepherd and Roman in the hacker's recording.

If the CIA got the man, he would surely tell them that he had been trapped. Although knowing who his torturer would be, he would certainly not be satisfied with the words of the panicked man. Without the audio recordings, nothing connected Sandstorm with the information leak. Her tattoos by cons...
- "Correct. So we'll call Deputy Director Weller and offer him an exchange. You for Winter. In the meanwhile, I will continue to ask you a few questions to which you will answer without lies, and everyone goes home. Jane looked incredulously at him, then burst forth with a dry laugh that painfully shook her bruised ribs.
- "You really want to make me believe that you will let me leave like that? Not to mention your plan has a flaw ".
- "Really ? Where? "
- "You think that Weller will go through with the exchange to get me back."
- "And that's a problem because…"?
- "He despises me. He made it clear that he could barely stand to be in the same room as me. For all I know, he would prefer to see me dead. Like the rest of the team for that matter. So I doubt he would take the risk of exchanging a prisoner he brought back from the other side of the world, just for me, "the dark-haired woman retorted in a neutral tone. Trying to silence the little glimmer of hope in her head, which told her that Weller would not abandon her. She needed to be strong and concentrate on herself and her escape. If the last few months had taught her anything, it was that she could only rely on herself. Even though Patterson, the only person to treat her as a human being and not a tool, was trying to help her, she doubted that the rest of the team had the same feelings. And without support on that field, the goodwill of the computer analyst wouldn't lead anywhere.

Surprisingly, her thoughts drifted to her brother. Roman would probably move heaven and earth for her once he realized that she was missing. However, knowing that she was a CIA prisoner would certainly pose many problems. That wasn't even counting the fact that if word came out that she had been detained for three months by the Agency, her whole cover will be smashed to pieces. And at that moment, the fate that would await her at the hands of Sandstorm would probably have nothing to envy to the one that her current executioners reserved for her.
- "Well, why we don't call him to check" ? the bearded man said without taking off his smile, as he pulled out his phone and starting to dial, "but in either cases, I will win, by getting Winter or making you talk."
- "Weller speaking," Kurt's voice came out from the speaker.
- "Deputy Director Weller, Jake Keaton on the phone. I'm currently with someone who is dying to talk to you. Say hello Janie", the man added, turning the cell towards her. With a defiant look, the young woman clenched her teeth and stared at him without saying a word.
- "God ! What a stubborn woman," the man sighed dramatically, stretching out his hand to seize her broken nose she had received during the struggle against the Akkadian. The pressure on the fractured bone soon became intolerable and Jane couldn't restrain a small cry of pain. Turning off the speaker, Keaton straightened and carried the phone to his ear.

- "Well, I think that's the best we'll get for the moment. Come on, Weller, don't bother to use that tone. I'm offering you a fair exchange on very generous terms. You give me Winter within six hours, and I return your tattooed pet more or less in one piece. She seems to strangely think that you will leave her in my care. Which we both know, will not end well for her". The man listened for a moment to the answer of his interlocutor. "Don't try to buy time Weller, I'm sure you'll convince the NSA to give him back. Just keep fucking Agent Nas as you've been doing for some time and she will surely get the transfer approved", he added with a sadistic smile as he looked into Jane's eyes.

The young tattooed woman jumped as if someone had just slapped her. This news hurt more than all the blows she had taken recently. She knew her relationship with Kurt was almost dead. But lately he had been a little less cold with her. And despite her attempts to harden herself emotionally, she had hoped that after Sandstorm, she could regain his trust enough to be able consider something with him again. Obviously she had been mistaken…Totally.

FBI office

In front of the screen, the team, minus Tasha, watched with concern as Keaton managed to bring Jane back to reality. Weller felt a mixed feeling, a mingling of joy, knowing that the connection he shared with Jane hadn't disappeared, and of fear, being her weak point, and that Keaton had discovered it.
- "What is this trigger story? Why did Jane have trouble breathing suddenly"? Patterson asked hesitantly.
- "The dissociative state requires a great concentration to be maintained. I guess by using Jane's interest in Weller, Keaton managed to get into her mind to sow doubt. Her mind became temporarily obsessed with this information, to the point of hindering normally unconscious functions, such as breathing. To be able to breathe again, Jane then had to come back to reality, "Nas said uncertainly.
- "If he knows her weak point…" Reade began.

- "Jane can't fall back in her mind to reduce the pain," Nas finished in a sinister tone.

- "That doesn't mean anything good," Zapata's voice rang from the radio.
- "Still nothing on your side Tasha?" Weller asked hopefully.
- "Nada, for the moment no one has seen or heard anything. But I won't let up, I still have a building to check out, near the place of the abduction. "
- "Weller, he wants Winter," alerted Nas, bringing everyone's attention back to the conversation on the screen. Jane's speech explaining why the team was not going to come to her aid struck them like a brick wall. It was one thing to speculate about her emotional state from her drawings, but it was quite another to hear her verbally. More than words, it was the resignation visible in Jane's eyes, and the detached tone on which they were spoken that touched Kurt the most. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his cellphone.
-"It's Keaton," Reade told him, pointing to the video on the screen.

-"Try to keep him talking so I can locate him," Patterson said, launching a locating program.
- "Don't forget, he doesn't know we can see him. Talk as if you don't know the situation, "Nas advised him as she tried to reach her superiors with her own phone.
- "Weller speaking," Kurt said as he picked up and turned on the speaker, still fixed on the video at the same time.

- "Deputy Director Weller, Jake Keaton on the phone. I am currently with someone who is dying to talk to you. Say hello Janie", said the voice of the man they hated, before Jane's cry of pain rang out as he pressed on her fractured nose.
- "Listen to me fucking bastard, touch her again and I swear of God that I'm will hunt you down and you ..." Kurt yelled in rage before being interrupted by Keaton.

- "Come on, Weller, don't bother to use that tone. I am offering you a fair exchange on very generous terms. You give me Winter within six hours, and I return your tattooed pet more or less in one piece. She seems to strangely think that you will leave her in my care. Which we both know, will not end well for her ".

- "Winter is no longer in FBI custody, Keaton, we send him at the NSA three weeks ago. I can't just call and ask for his return without cause ... ", Kurt began trying to buy time. Keaton's answer was certainly not what he had expected.

-"Don't try to buy time Weller, I'm sure you'll convince the NSA to give him back. Just keep fucking Agent Nas as you've been doing for some time and she will surely get the transfer approved".

The information had the effect of a bomb in the room. Reade looked alternately at his friend and Nas with a stunned look. Patterson for her part was busy looking at the NSA agent with blasting eyes. Nas had interrupted herself in the middle of her conversation and looked at the agents present with a half-contrite expression which was very unusual to her. And he could hear Tasha swear in Spanish on the radio link.

-"God, Agent Weller, if you could see the expression on Jane's face right now. It looks like someone has just broken her sensitive little heart. I imagine it must be hard for her to hear that you prefer to share your bed with half of your colleagues rather than with her. But it's not astonishing in itself, is it? We both know you never loved her. After all, she IS NOT Taylor Shaw…" Keaton's voice rejoiced.
The declaration had Kurt gasping for breath, but less than the view on the screen. Close-up in front of him was Jane kneeling, eyes closed, looking down. Two furrows of tears flowing on each of her cheeks.

(1) The division into phases and content are fictitious, I don't really have any idea how these interrogations are supposed to take place, and after doing some research on the web, I clearly don't want to know more. But for the unfolding of the story I decided to fix the evolution on this scheme.