She was leaning against him, and he could feel her getting weaker, letting more of her weight fall against him. He held her tighter but made no move to leave their spot from next to the window, not until she was ready. He glanced at her face, her eyes wide as she studied their surroundings.

"Come on," he said, "let's get you back to bed," he said when he could feel she could no longer supper herself, and she didn't argue, allowing him to lead her and help her get back in. She was so tired, and wanted nothing more than to go backto sleep. Except, she needed to know what had happened and how he could honestly think they were safe there. She wasn't even safe locked up in FBI custody.

"What happened, Kurt? Why are we here?" she said when she was finally comfortable and he had taken his place back in the small chair by the bed.

"I told you, it's somewhere safe for now," he said.

"No, I mean... what happened? The last thing I remember was Shepherd in my cell... and then you came," she replied.

He looked at her, for a moment, studying, analyzing how much he can actually tell her. He had only told her that they'd patched her up and that Borden had given him his notes from his sessions with her.

"You'd lost a lot of blood, by the time I... we got to you," he said, "you needed a transfusion, and still even then... with all the blood we could get to you... you wouldn't wake up."

Her hand went to her side, unconsciously tracing over the bandge over the stab wound. "Do you konw how he got in? Shepherd..." she asked and he shook his head.

"The team's working on it," he said.

She nodded, silently urging him to continue and he said, "almost forty eight hours had passed and you still didn't show any signs of improvement. And then... Reade... he pointed out something, and it actually made sense... and the plan was set and here we are."

"What did Reade point out? What plan?" she asked.

"The plan to get Shepherd to leave us alone, to keep the team safe," Kurt said.

"And how do you do that?"

"We had to kill you."

Jane looked at him, stared in shock, and the look on his face was dead serious.

One Week Earlier

"Anything?" Zapata asked Kurt as she handed him a coffee and went to sit across from him. He shook his head, eyes glued to the monitors next to Jane's bed.

"Anything on how Shepherd got in?" He asked.

"Nothing yet," Reade said, "but Patterson thinks she's narrowed it down. She thinks it was someone on the inside."

"Great," Kurt huffed, "there's no one we could really trust in here, is there?"

"You can trust us," Zapata stated firmly, "you know that, right?"

Kurt nodded, giving her a quik smile. "But as long as she's in here, as long as they think she might reveal their plan, she's in danger," he said, "as is the rest of the team."

"That't it," Reade said.

"What's that?" Zapata asked.

"As long as she's alive, she;s in danger, as we all are," Reade said, "especially you," he turned towards Kurt.

"What are you saying?"

"Jane needs to die," he said.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Zapata scolded him, almost jumping from her seat.

"No, hear me out -"

"He's right," Kurt said suddenly, "that is the only way they'd back down."

"Have you two lost it?"

"Tasha, she doesn't have to really die," Reade said calmly.

"They just have to believe that she did," Kurt said. "Shepherd doesn't know she talked to Dr. Borden. Those sessions were confidential and not recorded. And he doesn't know I've read the doctor's notes. And as far as we know, they don't know about Mayfair's USB," he said and the two agents nodded, "so their only concern is Jane revealing what she knows, that she's the only leak they have. If Jane is neutralized, that threat to their operation is gone."

"So you faked my death?" Jane asked.

"Exactly," Kurt confirmed, "only five people know the truth. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, Jane Doe is dead."

"Are you sure they bought it?" Jane asked.

"For now, at least," he said, "we claimed we cremated your body and that was stolen from the FBI-"

"What is they test it?" she asked, "for my DNA?"

"It's a good thing then you thought of switching Taylor's DNA in the first place," Kurt said, looking away almost immediately as it grew awkward between them. After a few minutes, wanting nothing more than to end the silence, she spoke again.

"What about you?" she asked, "what's the excuse for your disappearance?"

"Doctor ordered time off," he said, "Borden put in an official report that in the light of recent events, I am in no position to perform my job."

She looked at him, saw that even though that had been a ruse, a part of it was very much true, and a lot of it was very much her fault. "I'm sorry, Kurt," he whispered.

"You should get some sleep," he said, getting up from his seat to leave the room.

"Wait," she said and he just stopped at the door, "please, Kurt... I need..."

Please turn around, she thought.

"You need to rest, Jane," he said, half turning to look at her.

"No, I need to tell you what happened, the truth," she said.

He shook his head. "I already know. I read Borden's repo-"

"No, I know," she said, "but I need to tell you. I need you to hear it from me."

If she thought that having a week to prepare, to practice her confession to Kurt was enough was enough, that it would make it easier, she was wrong. With every word she said, with every detail she revealed, she could see the pain she was causing him, she had caused him, displayed on his every feature. She could see the betrayal, the anger, the disappointment painted all over him and it crushed her because it just reminded her of her sins, of the sins she willfully committed.

And if he had thought that reading her confession from Borden's perfectly typed notes would make it bearable to hear it from her, then he was terribly mistaken. Hearing her admit to those things, to everything that had heppened, made it more real. Coming from her, it all sounded more real, more painful. And to watch her say them, to watch the regret, the pain it was causing her displayed on her face, to watch the tears fall down harder the more she spoke... it was taking everything in him not to reach for her and tell her everything will be okay.

Because it wasn't. It won't be, not for a very long time.

She finally fell asleep, after her confession, after he just sat there when she was done. She was tired, drained, exhausted and as much as she wanted to hear him say something, it had taken everything from her and she'd fell asleep. When she woke up, he was in the same spot, in that small chair, asleep and that was when she saw the small band aid on the inside of his elbow.

She unconsciously reached for him, her fingers ghosting over the band aid and he woke up, stratled, almost jumping in his seat. "Sorry," she whispered as he tried to adjust to his surrounding.

"It was you," she finally said when he had settled back in his seat, "you gave me blood for the transfusion... Why?"

He looked at her and shook his head, not exactly sure what she was asking.

"Why's you do it, Kurt?" she asked again, "it could have been anyone. Why you?"

He looked at her for a moment, and then turned away. His mind was still trying to deal with her confession and there she was, again, at his walls somehow finding a way to dig her way through.

"I was angry, so angry, and I wanted, more that anything, to hate you," he admitted, "it was the easiest thing to do. To blame you, to be angry at and to hate you… well, the last one wasn't that easy," he said, "but to blame you and to focus all my rage at you, that would have been easy."

He shook his head and she watched him closely as he spoke, watched as the emotions tore through those impenetrable walls of his, "I admit, it was very tempting, and even before Dr. Borden told me what you had confessed to him, he came to me and urged me to try and deal with all this properly, to not take all my anger out on you. It wasn't fair. I knew logically that what I was doing was wrong but… you were the only one there, and there was enough… I'm sorry… I shouldn't… I should have listened to you, I should have let you explain."

"Kurt, I'm not exactly blameless in all of this," she said.

And to that he nodded. "I know. But it's not all entirely your fault either. I could only see things in black and white before, but I'm starting to learn to look for the grey in between."

"If I had listened to you earlier... if I hadn't been so damn stubborn about it, maybe Shepherd wouldn't have found you, and you wouldn't have been lying there bleeding to death," he said, "I needed to at least fix that, to make up for that... that's why I... I couldn't watch you die, Jane."

"Thank you," she whispered.

He left the room without a word, and when he came back, almost half an hour later, he brought with him some more soup, water and medicine. She ate, this time able to put more in her stomach than before. And he watched her, silently, again.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"Now we wait," he said, "the team are working and once they have something, they will let us know and we can move forward."

"Ok," she said, nodding slowly.

"There's something else you need to know," he finally said, bringing up a subject he'd been keeping quiet on all day.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Mayfair left us something, before she..." he said, "a USB drive that had informtion about your case... Jane, we know abot Orion, about who you are- who you were before all this."

"You... you do?"

"Yes, we do," he admitted, "do you want to know? Do you want to know your real name?"