DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blindspot or its characters, I just play with them for fun.

I've just skipped ahead, ignoring all the babies and NSA complexities... moving to a slightly simpler time :)
I hope you enjoy.

4:30 AM

It was dark in the safe house but the street lights and the moon allowed her to see without turning on any lights – no need to draw attention. She had dressed and packed a small bag, taking just a few mementos of this life with her.

She came downstairs and finished getting ready, before finally putting her badge and gun on the table next to the phone and keys already there. Jane paused and closed her eyes as she drew a long, slow breath in an effort to steady her nerves and calm her mind. She put her hands on the table, enjoying the sense of having something sturdy to lean on.

Roman watched her silently, seeing each movement and each breath. He could feel the stress and the sadness in his sister, and couldn't help comparing it to the last time she decided to disappear from her own life.

Last time she had been eerily calm. He remembered her trembling slightly as he held her before they said goodbye, but as the moment came, she pulled herself from Oscar's arms and moved forward with an off-putting confidence for someone that was about to do what she was doing.

Last time, she was erasing everything. But this time, Roman thought, perhaps she was saying good bye to more.

He walked slowly to her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder as she leaned on the table, "you OK?" he asked softly. She nodded her head slowly and let out a breath before turning around to look at him, "yeah," she said sadly. Even in the dark, he could see her eyes swirling with emotion so he wrapped her gently in his arms and held her until her breathing slowed and grew even. "Thanks" she said, leaning back with a smile. "I'm glad you're here" she said softly. "Wouldn't miss it, sis" he replied with a smile. He paused, "oh, and here's your new stuff – everything you need to start a new life…" he added, still smiling. He handed her a large envelope full of documents which she briefly opened and glanced into. "Thanks" she said. He paused, waiting until she looked at him to continue, "they won't find you, I promise." She nodded sadly, "Thanks Roman."

When Jane brought down Sandstorm, her deal with Nas was complete. As promised, they'd kept the CIA away from Jane, but they'd made no promises for when the mission was done. She wasn't about to risk a trip back, and since she'd given the NSA and FBI everything they wanted, she decided to say good bye to this life and move forward into her new one. This time, at least, she knew who she was, and she was bringing her brother with her.

Jane and Roman stood quietly together for a moment before Jane took a long breath, exhaling slowly. She turned back to look at Roman, "ready?" she asked.

"Whenever you are. You're sure?" he asked gently. She nodded silently, looking down at the floor. "OK, let's go" he said.

They walked to the living room and slipped silently through a side window into the night, and into their new lives.

The team was gathered in front of a few monitors, Patterson updating them on their case. They'd started without Weller, not knowing how long he'd be gone, and without Jane. Patterson guessed the two were together anyway.

She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Kurt walk off the elevator, and the rest of the team turned around. Weller was pale, his eyes searching the room as he walked. Eventually he caught Zapata's eye, and began to walk quickly to the team. "What's going on?" asked Zapata.

"She's gone…" he said, shaking his head, "Jane – she's gone" he said, voice uneven. "What do you mean?" asked Zapata, walking to him, a concerned look on her face.

"She left her badge and her phone at the safehouse. She's gone" he added, louder than before. The group was silent for a minute, absorbing what he said. "Maybe she just …." started Reade, but Weller's look quickly silenced him.

Kurt turned to Patterson, "can you find her?" he asked, a desperate look in his eyes.

"I'll see what I can do" she added, "but if she left her phone, there's not going to be much to go on right away…" Kurt nodded and looked away not saying a word. He slowly turned around and stood silently for a moment before suddenly pulling his fist back and slamming it into the desk in front of him three times.

He didn't say a word and he didn't look back at the team, just walked quickly back to his office as they watched him go.

An hour later, Patterson and the rest of the team went to find Kurt to provide an update. They knocked on his door and waited for his response. His assistant said he was in there, but he didn't respond immediately. After a minute, Kurt yelled at the door, "yeah- come in." His voice sounded strange, and they all entered on edge.

"Hey Weller" started Patterson. She was about to tell him what she found but when she looked at him she felt compelled to ask, "are you OK?" Weller nodded his head, looking sideways to hide his eyes, "yeah, good. What do you have?" he said, dismissing her concern.

"OK, well, I know this isn't what you're going to want to hear, but we didn't find much on Jane." She looked at him sadly as he looked down, licking his lips and nodding slowly. "I don't have any visual of Jane leaving her safe house, but I may have found someone going in – single male," she added, watching Weller as his head shot up, eyes staring directly at her. "It was from a gas station down the street, but there's no way to identify him," she added.

She continued, "I can't track her phone, and with Jane there's really not much else to track except facial recognition hits or other visuals," she said softly. "What do you mean?" asked Weller sharply. "Well, she doesn't have any government ID… no birth certificate or a social security number… there's nothing for me to track unless she creates something new and we manage to find it" she said. "She had a paycard, but withdrew the balance on that a couple days ago. I'm watching for hits on online sites she's used but…" Patterson paused, looking back at Kurt with a sad glance, "if Jane wanted to disappear, I'm not going to find her this way Weller. She's a ghost."

Weller looked down, again silently nodding.

Reade jumped in, "Weller, I hate to ask this, but are we sure she wanted to disappear?" he asked, tension thick in his voice. No one had to say exactly what he was thinking, they'd all considered the possibility on their own, but he said it. "Is it possible the CIA…." he couldn't even finish the sentence before tasting bile, visibly cringing as the words left his mouth. They'd been complicit in her torture months ago, and although they'd all ignored that after her return, it seemed important to ask.

Kurt was looking at Reade when he spoke, but he'd closed his eyes when he said "CIA." Weller just tried to breath, hoping somehow he'd wake up from this nightmare, or he would somehow stop imagining what Jane would be going through if the CIA had her. He took a long breath and waited. He waited for the panic to subside and the adrenaline to pass through him, or at least lessen, so he could speak again, and his hands would stop trembling.

They waited for Weller to respond, and as he sat there trying to regain his composure he heard Mayfair's voice in his head, "Weller, what does your gut tell you?"

Weller considered the question and tried to find an answer based on what his gut had been telling him. He responded softly, "she disappeared on her own, she planned it," he said, eyes still closed. He looked up and stared into the eyes of his team, "we never talked about what would happen after Sandstorm… " he said, voice breaking and eyes glistening. He looked down, again shaking his head. "We never…." he said, his voice choking off at the end. "I never told her she'd be safe. I never told her I…." he stopped again, shaking his head. Weller again flashed to her eyes last night, and what his gut had told him, "last night… she knew she was going to…." he said, furrowing his brow, trying to explain exactly what he'd seen and felt, "when she said good night, she…." he stopped again, "something was off, I could feel it," he said, not knowing how to express what he'd felt. "And her safe house… she left her phone, badge and gun together on the table. Her coat was gone, and there were no signs of struggle…." Kurt laughed gently to himself, "no one would take Jane without a struggle."

The team nodded silently, waiting a moment for someone to speak. Patterson walked over to Kurt, kneeling down beside him and giving him a gentle hug. "I'm sorry," she said "we'll keep looking" she added, hoping he could hear the hope in her voice. "Thanks Patterson" he said, voice hoarse.

As she leaned back, she saw the bundle of paper he held in his hands, "what is that?" she asked. Weller looked down, eyes glistening. He responded in a whisper, "her paperwork" he said, "birth certificate, passport…. It was all official. I was going to give this to her this morning, but I wanted her to have a say in her new name…." he said, choking up at the end. "I never told her, but of course we were going to protect her" he said, looking down.

Weller shook his head, then stood up abruptly, taking a deep breath and looking at the team. There was something else his gut had told him, "the guy going in," he said "probably Roman." His voice was stronger now, "Jane's loyal - she saved him from Sandstorm, she's not going to leave him now. Look for him too" he said, angrily shaking his head.

He was starting to pace, "Zapata," he said, pausing to look at her intently, "we need to… the CIA is going to be looking for her… " he said, voice cracking. "We need to kill Jane Doe and her brother and bury them with Sandstorm. The CIA and anyone else looking for her has to believe she's dead. Can you do that?" he asked. "On it, boss" she said, eyes fixing on his. "No one outside this room needs to know" Weller said. "Understood" Zapata answered, dipping her head but not breaking eye contact.

"OK" he said, softly. "Let me know if you find anything" he finished. His team saw the look in his eyes and heard the loss in his voice, and they all immediately went back to their desks to get to work.

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