This is the last part of the story. I hope you like it. Now I am going to go finish writing a piano ballad about these two.

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Love,

Daniela

Part 2

If It Comes Back It's Yours

"He had faith that he would see her again… and that is why he was in the rain and cold on a park bench"

Kurt thought back to the first couple of weeks after Jane escaped from the hospital. He thought about the endless days he would spend in his office as he would try to lock in his feelings. He remembered how he welcomed the piles of paperwork, occasional field work, and late nights. As long as he didn't have to think about her, he was okay.

He rarely went home those nights as he sipped on the stale cold coffee he would get from the FBI break room. Even the coffee reminded him of Jane. Everything he did would remind him of Jane. No matter how he tried to erase her from his memories…She was there. She was in every wall he built up in his mind, everything he did, and everything he said. She wasn't a part of his past. She was part of him.

He would sometimes just close his eyes and remember her laugh, remember her smile, and her voice. Sometimes he would open his eyes, and see her in the doorway. He would imagine her messy black hair and how her eyes would look down at him as she walked into his office. He knew he missed her, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. If he did, then it would mean she actually left. He never wanted her to leave.

He would leave his office door open.

Just in case she walked in.

Just in case she came back.

Just in case.

As the days and weeks pressed on, he kept his focus intensely on his work, but he felt he needed some way to feel close to her again. He needed some way to feel whole again.

After weeks of thought, he finally knew what to do…. "Charlie's." Yes, he hated the coffee. However, she loved it, and he loved her. Even though he wouldn't admit it out loud. So, he made it a ritual. Every day before work he would go there…. and instead of getting his coffee black with no sugar - he added cream. As the days progressed, he tried new things from their menu; expressos, muffins, and even the pumpkin spice latte...Which he made sure to keep a secret. He didn't want anyone to know that he enjoyed frilly drinks.

Every day he slowly grew to love "Charlie's," and he finally understood why Jane liked it so much. It had a warm atmosphere, and it was simple, just like her.

He always felt her near, and sometimes he thought he saw a glimpse of her as he ordered his coffee. His days of mourning slowly vanished. Every day that he slipped into the small, dimly lit coffee shop, he couldn't help but feel home.

One day after his ritual morning coffee runs, he entered into his office and placed his coffee on the corner of his desk. The coffee fell almost immediately after he set it down. After cursing several times, he grabbed an old t-shirt from the bottom drawer of his desk to wipe up the spill. He knelt to the ground to wipe up the brown liquid when he noticed a small letter on the bottom of his coffee cup. He picked the coffee cup up to get a closer look. On the bottom of the cup, there was a small "P" in what seemed to be Jane's handwriting. He shook his head as he mumbled, "I must be crazy."

He got back to work, but every few moments he would look at the bottom of the empty coffee cup. He finally couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the trash can from the side of the desk and rustled through it. He pulled out two more coffee cups. To his dismay on the bottom of those two cups, there were also letters as well. One "A" and one "K." Kurt immediately got up from his desk and collected the three coffee cups. He ran out of his open office door.

As he ran through the hall he heard Zapata call out, "Weller is everything okay?" He looked at her momentarily as he kept his pace, "Yeah, I'll be back in a couple hours... I have something... something to do," Kurt said. His last words were almost inaudible to Zapata, as he was almost out of the door when he finished his last sentence.

He turned his sirens on in his car and sped home. He ran up the stairs of his apartment and pushed through his apartment door. He looked around his apartment momentarily as he tried to catch his breath. He then rushed to his kitchen trash can and emptied its contents onto the counter. He pulled out two coffee cups from the pile and looked at the bottoms. Again he found a letter on each of them. One "P" and one "K."

He began to ransack his apartment, his dumpster, and car. He found 10 more cups and added them to the other five he found previously.

When he finished collecting the cups, he placed them rim side down on his coffee table in his living room. (The only place in his apartment that was still clean.) He looked at the cups and put them into groups. There were 4 cups with an "K" on the bottom, 6 cups with an "R," 3 cups with a "P," and 2 cups with an "A."

He looked at all the cups and smiled. Jane was trying to contact him. She had never left. She was always there. Those moments that he thought he saw a glimpse of her were actually real.

He set the duplicate cups to the side and began to shuffle the letters around. It took him a couple tries, but he finally got the message.

"P A R K"

He smiled as he thought back to a conversation he had with Jane several months ago.

"...Jane, you and I, we need to sort out some things. There's a park at the end of my street. Meet me there at 10:00."

Kurt looked at his watch. He had been gone far more than the couple hours that he told Zapata he would be. It was now 8:00 p.m. Kurt grabbed his black Jacket and quickly headed out the door to the park at the end of his street.

Kurt came back to his current reality once again... and his current drenched self. He looked at the moon another time, as he pleaded to any greater existence that she would show up.

That she would walk down the sidewalk.

That she would stand behind him,

and smile down at him.

But he had waited on the park bench for two and a half hours, and It was now 10:30 P.M.

Maybe she had given up on him? Maybe she was tired of sending the letters to him through the cups? He had found 6 duplicates of the same letter, and thought back to how many times she must have sent the message "Park" to him. "How could I have not seen it?" He thought to himself. He breathed in deep as he looked down at his wet shoes. He rubbed his wet face as he heard footsteps from behind.

Kurt slowly turned his head…and there she was. She smiled down at him as she held a yellow umbrella to shield herself from the rain.

"It took you long enough," Jane teased as she glowed in the moonlight.

Kurt smiled as he quickly stood up to face her. He cupped his hands around her face as he tried to understand that she was real. She was there. Jane slowly brought down her umbrella and let the rain hit her messy black hair.

"I told you I was good at puzzles," Kurt replied as he smiled from ear to ear. He pulled a now equally wet Jane towards him and kissed her softly in the rain under the moonlight.

~The End~

I was the one who had it all

I was the master of my fate

I never needed anybody in my life

I learned the truth too late

I'll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes but she's still there

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It's more than I can bear

Now I know she'll never leave me

Even as she runs away

She will still torment me

Calm me, hurt me

Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in

And be with me for evermore

~Evermore~

Lyrics by Tim Rice