I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…

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Okay…I was going to post this tomorrow, but Spiigrl this one is for you. I had the next two chapters ready and felt guilty for making you wait…so hope you like them!

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Kurt was watching Jane in concern as she sat on the balcony.

They'd gotten home just over an hour ago and she'd retreated outside almost immediately.

He looked down at the food he was making even though he was sure she had no intention of eating and worried.

She'd lost this baby over three years ago, but she was morning it's loss as if it'd happened yesterday, because for her the loss is new. Kurt hurt with her, but he didn't know how she felt finding out about this now. It was strange…they baby hadn't been his and yet he was morning it with her. She was his…so her child was his. All day long he'd been picturing Jane in miniature and he abruptly realized just how much he wanted that. Now was obviously not the time to bring it up. He never wanted to think that any child that they might one day have would ever replace the one she'd lost.

Dishing up the food, Kurt placed the plates on the table on the way to the balcony doors.

"Time to eat," He said as he knelt before her chair and tucked her hair behind her ear.

She smiled up at him tremulously.

"I'm fine," She assured him, leaning in to give him a kiss.

"No," Kurt denied, "You're not, but you will be."

"It was so long ago," Jane told him, letting him pull her up from the chair.

"Don't do that," Kurt insisted. "You just remembered it. You have the right to mourn the loss of your child."

"Kurt…you know this has nothing to do with Jack, right?" Jane worried.

"I know that," Kurt assured her, "I love my daughter, but I'm not in love with her mother."

Jane reached across and took his hand. "I'll tell you what I told Roman, emotions aren't like memories, you can't just pull them out of a file. They need to be earned. You're all I could ever want or need."

"Jack's not going to go away." Kurt said with a frown. The fact that he wanted him to made Kurt feel slightly uncomfortable. Jane accepted Allie into their life for him so he could do no less for her if that's what she wanted.

"I..." Jane hesitated.

"What?" Kurt worried.

"I know we were close, but when I lost our child and someone was trying to kill me, I didn't go to him for help. That bothers me."

"Maybe you were trying to protect him," Kurt hated that she might have felt about someone else the way she felt about him.

"Then there's Oscar," Jane reminded Kurt.

"What about him?" Kurt hated the defensive note in his voice.

"If I had love Jack like I love you…I would never have gotten involved with Oscar. I still had my memories…and I agreed to marry Oscar. It would have been a huge mistake, but emotionally I didn't realize that until later. We might have been intimate, but I didn't feel about him like I do you. Not him and not Oscar."

Kurt felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.

"I hate that he knows you intimately." Kurt felt compelled to admit.

"He knew Remi, not Jane. I don't even physically resemble Remi anymore."

Kurt knew she was right, but the possessive feelings he felt weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Eat," He insisted.

She looked down at the plate for the first time. She smiled when she realized he'd gone to the trouble to make her favorite meal. These were the reasons that she loved him. Not because he was sexy, although he certainly was that, it was that he always went out of her way to protect her heart and body. He did these little things that others might take for granted, but not having had them before she knew them for the treasures that they were.

"You made my favorite," She said with a little smile.

"Well," Kurt smiled at her, "You're a little bit necessary for me, so I have to take care of you."

She blinked away tears and picked up her fork determined not to let his efforts go to waste.

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"What'd you find out Patterson?" Kurt asked.

Jane walked over to Patterson's computer and sat down in the only chair. She was tired. She hadn't slept well and it showed.

Kurt walked up behind her and she leaned back against him gratefully.

"Nothing," Patterson admitted candidly.

"How nothing?" Reade demanded, "He's with Military Intelligence, there has to be some record of him."

"What if he's…not?" Tasha asked.

"Not Military?" Reade verified.

"What if he's lying? He called Jane Remi, but her real name was Alice. Wouldn't she have gone by that in the service?" Tasha insisted.

"That's right!" Jane looked over at Kurt in surprise, "Roman said that the money he took from the bank was for Alice Krueger."

"So you think this Jack guy might be Sandstorm?" Kurt's arm came around Jane protectively. It was subconscious his need to protect her, but the others had witnessed it too many times to be surprised now.

"I don't know," Patterson admitted, "Jane wasn't in the system either."

"Neither was Cade or Markos," Jane reminded them.

"All of them were Seals," Kurt insisted.

"So you think that Cade, Markos, Jack and I might have been in the same unit?" Jane thought about that.

"I don't know," Kurt admitted, "But undoubtedly you were all special ops."

"Maybe I should call him and meet." Jane looked at the others as she offered.

"No," Kurt denied immediately. "We need to find out everything we can before you see him again. We can't trust him to tell you the truth and the last thing you need is to be told more lies."

Jane couldn't argue with that.

"What if we can't find anything?" Tasha asked bluntly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Kurt assured her.

"Well, this might not be the best time," Patterson admitted, "But I found another hit on one of the new tattoos."

"What'd you find?" Kurt encouraged.

Patterson pulled up a computer generated model.

"Okay, the old tattoo was the one that sent us to the CDC…the new one ties into that."

"Another corruption case?" Tasha worried.

"Actually," Patterson denied, "This time it's pointing us to an experimental virus."

"What kind of virus?" Kurt worried.

"The deadly kind," Patterson admitted. "Six months ago there was an outbreak of a new strain of virus that hit a village in the Sudan."

Typing a few keys she pulled up the pictures, "Everyone died. Everyone."

"How many?" Kurt worried.

"One hundred seventy three." Patterson told him.

"It's a good thing that it didn't spread," Reade noted.

"That's just it…" Patterson explained, "It should have. It didn't because it was a controlled release."

"Someone deliberately infected all of those people?" Jane demanded in a hard voice.

"That's the only explanation." Patterson agreed, "A week before the disease hit, trade routes were closed. Nobody went in or out of that village until it was all over."

"What happened to the bodies?" Kurt was very still.

"Instead of sending medical teams into the area," Patterson pulled up another picture, "They used drones and incinerated the town. Nothing was left."

"So they created a controlled environment, released the virus, studied the results and then destroyed the evidence." Tasha felt sick.

"Who did this?" Jane demanded.

"We did," Patterson admitted, "Our military was the one placed road blocks and our drones destroyed the evidence."

"Where is the virus now?" Kurt looked over at Patterson.

"That's just it," Patterson worried, "I don't know."

"They might not ever use it," Stewart suggested.

"You don't make something like this if you don't intend to use it," Kurt denied.

"Is there a vaccine?" Jane worried.

"No vaccine…but worse yet, no cure." Patterson explained.

"So if this had gotten out of control…it could have killed millions of people." Reade realized.

"This would make the Spanish Influenza epidemic look like nothing," Patterson agreed.

"How could they have risked that?" Jane demanded.

"They built the Hydrogen Bomb," Reade reminded her.

Jane looked over at Kurt in fear.

He returned her gaze and attempted to visually reassure her.

"So who created this virus?" Kurt asked.

"My best guess is Dr. Charles Kahn," Patterson displayed his picture. "He's in charge of Warfare Development for a privately owned company ironically named Strike First. They have heavy connections to the military. They have a Government Contract to supply weapons to our soldiers in Afghanistan."

"Where are they located?" Kurt demanded.

"Just outside DC," Patterson explained.

"Time for a road trip," Kurt looked at his team seriously.

"I'll have them ready the plane." Patterson assured them.

"They aren't going to admit to doing any of this," Jane argued as they headed toward the weapons room.

"You're right," Kurt agreed, "We need to find proof."

"We already have the video from the village," Tasha reminded them.

"But without a connection back to Strike First, it's useless," Reade argued.

"The element of surprise is our biggest ally," Kurt agreed.

"We'll take whatever we can get," Tasha agreed.

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Kurt climbed aboard the plane and made no pretense of distancing himself from Jane. He knew how she felt about flying. When she moved over so that he could sit next to her, he lifted the arm rest that separated them and crowded in close. She looked up in surprise before she smiled and scooted a little closer before dropping her head on his shoulder. He placed one arm around her and the other held her hand tightly.

"Once we get in the air," Kurt suggested, "Why don't you see if you can get some sleep? I know you didn't sleep well last night."

"I feel okay," Jane assured him.

Kurt knew it had been a long shot, but he accepted her decision and looked across at Reade and Tasha.

"Are you two okay to work together?" Kurt asked out of the blue.

Reade looked stunned and Tasha hastily assured him, "We're good."

"That's new," Kurt noted.

"I was pretty angry when she left," Reade admitted, "But I understand now that she did it to try to find Jane."

"What?" Jane looked over at Tasha in shock.

"That's not the only reason," Tasha hastily reassured them.

"You went over to the CIA because you thought they might have evidence on my whereabouts?" Jane verified.

"It started out like that," Tasha admitted, "But I like it over there well enough. I missed working with all of you, but with Patterson taking a leave of absence and Kurt…"

"Kurt…what?" Jane looked over at Kurt in confusion.

"Never mind," Tasha insisted.

"No…Kurt what?" Jane lifted her head up from Kurt's shoulder to look at him in question.

"After you were gone," Kurt explained, "We spent a lot of time trying to find you. One day…we were notified that the money for the hit had been paid."

Jane looked over at the others in disbelief. "Paid?"

"We assumed that it meant that you'd been killed," Tasha admitted.

"Oh…Kurt," Jane looked over at him, her eyes filled with compassionate tears.

"I didn't take it so well," Kurt admitted.

"What'd you do?" Jane worried.

"Drank," Kurt admitted.

"Getting drunk…I don't think that's unreasonable." Jane soothed him.

"No," Kurt insisted, "That's all I did. I didn't go to work, I didn't see my daughter, I just drank…for weeks."

Jane looked back at Reade and Tasha hoping that they would reassure her it wasn't as bad as it sounded.

"What happened?" She finally asked in the silence.

"Two things happened," Kurt admitted, "Patterson discovered that the payment was not for your death, but for your capture and I realized that I had a problem. I joined AA and stopped drinking. If I wanted to find you, I needed to get myself back together. It hasn't been easy, but in the end it was worth it," Kurt explained his arms tightening around her.

Jane looked up at the strongest man she'd ever known and realized just how deeply she'd hurt him. She felt a tear roll down her cheek before she hastily wiped it away. Kurt looked so vulnerable as he admitted how low he'd gotten that Jane couldn't help herself, unbuckling her seatbelt she climbed up on her knees and pulled him against her. Her arms clutched him tightly and he held her back just as tightly.

"I'm sorry," She whispered into his ear.

"I just…couldn't face losing you," He admitted quietly.

"I wanted to spare you," Jane worried.

"I need you," Kurt insisted, "Leaving me…that wasn't sparing me. Knowing you were out there, being hunted, and not being able to do anything about it. I can't take that. I'm not strong enough. We're in this together."

"Together," Jane promised.

Reade and Tasha shared a look of concern. When were these two going to finally catch a break?

*******Note- This is my speculation on what Kurt's hiding. I think that for a control freak like him to know Jane is being hunted and not being able to find her, much less protect her, is going to create havoc in his life. I think for a show that regularly showcases vices, it will be Kurt's turn. Reade and his drug addiction and Zapata with her gambling…I think Kurt's going to be struggling with alcohol and that's how he meets the new troubled socialite, Avery, in AA. He did get drunk the night Allie told him about the baby. He also seemed very confused when he woke up at Allie's that first time. She seemed to be having to explain to him just what happened. I REFUSE to believe that he is still wearing their wedding ring, but has a girlfriend. REFUSE… I hope this isn't it…I want it to be something like he places a tracking devise on her so she can never get away again…but I DON'T WANT IT TO BE ANOTHER WOMAN… Deep breath…I'm okay.

I'm too afraid to even speculate on what Jane may be hiding. Just keep the secret and let us move on… I don't even want to know.