A/N: Sorry it took so long to get out another chapter! School takes up 80% of my time, and piano takes up 15% of my time. And also, I'm sick, so that's kind of why I'm able to post this. Thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own Blindspot or any of its characters. I'm just messing around with them.

Jane gapes at the teen before her. It couldn't be, could it? A mere teenager being one of the world's most known name? Impossible. Yet all of the evidence was in front of her. The weapons, the gender, the style. But it couldn't be…

Alyona simply smirks. "You ever heard that staring was rude?"

Jane blinks, then looks away. "Sorry."

Alyona shrugs. "Look, I need to disable all of the cameras in the house," she begins, then sees Jane stiffen. "Oh, no, there isn't one in here. This is my secret spot. Nobody saw you enter either."

Jane relaxes slightly, but her eyes dart over the room. "Why?"

"Because my handler has a horrible habit of checking up on me through cameras. Which is why I need your help, so I can tell my tale."

Jane gives Alyona a suspicious glance. Yes, she didn't trust her, who would? But… She was still a teenager. A child, even, if one were to consider her like that. Maybe she just needed a shoulder to lean on. But…

As Jane debates with herself, Alyona studies her intently. The tattoos, the startling hairstyle, the way the woman carried herself, the way she talked. She frowns, a crease marring her forehead. Those green eyes seem familiar, but Alyona can't remember why, no matter how hard she tries. She swears that she's seen them somewhere, she can feel the memory at the back of her mind, but to no avail. She simply can't recall where she's seen those eyes.

Alyona looks away to the fireplace, slightly troubled. To remember something, but to not be able to recall it? Seemingly impossible for her. Memorization was one of her many talents, and she could still remember little snippets from when she was three, or four. To not be able to recall something like this was... deeply concerning.

She hears a rustle of fabric, and looks up. Game time. "Well, agent?"

Jane looks like she's about to object the use of the title, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she murmurs, "I need to talk to Weller."

Alyona breathes a sigh of relief. Nearly there. Thank the stars. Though the woman was a wild card, she was a person she was going to use to her advantage. She motions to the entrance of her secret spot and Jane leaves the room, Alyona on her heels.

"Jane!"

Alyona winces.

"What are you doing? Why are you with her?" Weller's voice cuts through Alyona's thoughts of duct-taping the male agent's mouth. Honestly, did the guy know how to tone it down?

"There's cameras here," Jane murmurs. "We need to disable them."

Weller immediately stiffens. "We need to get out."

Alyona smirks. So the guy did know how to murmur. Good to know.

"We need to interrogate the girl, too. Apparently her guardian checks up on her through cameras. If he sees her gone, then there's a world of trouble after. Disabling the cameras will lead him to believe that there's a power outage or something," Jane persuaded.

Weller appears to consider for a few moments. "Fine."

Jane looks victorious as she glances at Alyona.

Alyona nods and ducks back into the secret room, emerging a few seconds later with a paper in her hand. "This is the floor plan I drew. The location of each camera I know about is labelled in red. I would recommend smashing each one, but since that's a wee bit obvious, try slicing the cord instead." She hands Jane the map. "I can't help you out, unfortunately, so you'll be on your own. Just try not making it too obvious that you're looking for cameras, agents."

And with that, she retreats into the room.

Jane glances at Weller and the rest of the team. He looks so stunned that Jane can't help but chuckle a little at the look. She snatches the floor plan out of his hand and studies it, seeing all of the traps that Alyona had set up. The girl was paranoid, but then again, anyone in her position would be too.

Weller snaps out of it and joins Jane, studying the map. Reade and Zapata have their guns drawn, watching for any threat.

"Done. Now tell us why you're here, ma'am."

Weller's voice cuts through Alyona's thoughts. She hides a scowl and is sorely tempted to duct-tape the agent's mouth. Again. Amazing how an FBI agent could get on her nerves so easily, really.

"Well," she begins, "I think I'll start by saying thank you, because I'm actually polite." A pointed look at Weller. "And, that you can find me weapon-free," she continues, pointing at her rather impressive weapons collection.

Weller frowns. "Why do you have weapons on you?"

Alyona smirks. "Because you have to always keep your whole arsenal on you when you're Alyona Romanova, agent."

Weller draws his gun. "Turn around, on your knees, hands behind your back."

Alyona spins around gracefully to her knees, her hands behind her back. "Of course."

Weller fastens handcuffs on her wrists, and yanks her up to her feet. "You're coming with us."

Alyona doesn't say anything. She allows herself to be yanked along, pushing down her drilled impulse to incapacitate the agent. Only when she sees the FBI building does she allow herself to relax slightly, breathing calmly to steady herself.

Here we go.

A/N: Likies? I know that it might seem a little odd that Weller cuffed Alyona, but he has reason. She's a dangerous teen. But if that bothers any of you, I'll change it. Just let me know in the reviews! Oh, and please leave any helpful comments in the reviews, as always. Thanks!