A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the unexpected delay, but it's about time this story gets a finale! Thank you so much for your wonderful comments and support on Part1. We really hope you will also enjoy this second Part.

For those of you who aren't nerdy enough to re-read P1:
Jeller have been apart for a whole month after Weller's Berlin secret came out.
Jane and a mystery guy from her past (Gabriel) go on an undercover mission together.
Kurt decides that fighting for his long lost marriage is pointless and decides to sell the NY apartment.

For those of you who got a little confused with our story:
Since this is our alternative proposal, please note that NONE of the show's plotlines after the Berlin reveal exist in our story.

HOLD YOUR HORSES
PART2

"Why are you here?"

Jane had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Of course he would follow her to the bar. Of course he would notice how she was absent from their interactions at the table or how her face was probably showing this was the last place she wanted to be.

"Because you said you were paying." - She turned sideways towards him and leaned against the bar counter, a smirk on her lips.

In truth, the only reason she was there was because Gabriel had insisted they all should celebrate the end of their very successful mission and she agreed to come along as a way to thank him for everything he'd done. The team had readily accepted a chance to share drinks and, if she knew Patterson and Zapata at all, to dig more about Gabriel and his story with her.

They were all there.

Except for Weller. He had politely refused the invitation, thanked Gabriel for his help and left the building.

Gabriel sighed and shook his head, his expression telling her he wasn't amused by her attempt to avoid his question.

"Why are you acting stupid, Jane?"

She almost laughed out loud at his question. If only he had any idea of how stupid she'd been acting during this past month…

"I came all this way to grab you guys some beers. How is this acting stupid?" - She threw back at him, hoping to God he would give up questioning her. She was not in the mood to talk about anything, let alone what he was trying to drag out of her.

"You should be with Weller." - He stated, closely watching her reaction, wanting to take his words back the minute her whole face contorted with raw pain.

Jane felt her heart shattering at the mention of Kurt's name; her thoughts diving back to when she woke up at the SIOC a few hours ago. She had opened her eyes to a sharp pain in her neck due to her sleeping position, only to find something placed in her hands. She would never forget how the world had stopped and lost all its colors as she realized what it was and what it meant.

He had given up. On her, on them, on their marriage. On their home.

And it was all her fault.

"I don't…" - She took a deep breath, desperately trying to control her emotions. She wouldn't cry, not there, not with him. She dropped her face so he couldn't see her complete anguish. - "I don't think Weller wants my company right now."

Or ever.

"Are you kidding me?" - Gabriel angled his face so he could get a better look at hers. She couldn't be serious, not after everything he had witnessed today. When she didn't reply, he chuckled and took a step forward. - "You are being stupid."

Jane wanted to yell at him to back off and stay out of it, but all the fight had been drained out of her since she'd woken up to the apartment's sale arrangement. She couldn't even dare admitting it to herself, but that was the equivalent of divorce papers; and thinking of this single word was more painful than any stabbing or shot she had ever endured.

"Or maybe you're just blind. Didn't you notice the way he looked at you the whole day? Cause the rest of us sure did. There was nothing that man wanted more than to go into that gallery with you."

"Gabriel, you don't,"

"No. You listen to me." - Jane's head snapped up at his decisive tone, finding his eyes zoomed in on hers. There wasn't a single trace of the playful and light Gabriel she was used to. - "I don't know what's going on between you and Weller and I don't want to know. But whatever it is, you need to fix it. Know why?"

She could have given him a list of reasons why she needed Weller in a heartbeat, but kept quiet instead. It didn't matter anymore.

"Because, Jane, even when I first met you and you told me a little about yourself and everything you'd left behind, you weren't as sad and defeated as you're looking right now. That Jane had hope and was fighting to get back to her old lifeone day. And frankly, this hopeless look doesn't quite suit you. You are a fighter. So, maybe this is the time you need to start fighting for him."

"What if it's a lost battle?" - She asked in a whisper, her eyes welling with tears.

"Wasn't it a lost battle before, when you were on the run? You kept running because at some point you thought you couldn't win. And yet, here we are. You made it back to where you belong." - His hand covered hers on the top of the counter, offering a silent comfort. - "I don't think there's anyone who loves you more than Weller. And I saw it today. So you have to be either stupid or blind to think there isn't a way to fix whatever happened between you two."

As she listened to her friend, all of her moments with Kurt earlier that day became an endless replay in her head. The way his eyes were almost "eating" her in that dress, how he'd grabbed her to prevent her from falling, how he'd looked like he didn't want to let go - not ever. And then the way he'd held her back, making sure she knew he was there for her if she needed him during the mission; cause when wasn't he?

She had an idea of what had probably pushed him over the edge and prompted him to place those papers in her hand, but she knew exactly what his looks, touches and words meant.

She had always known.

"Go." - Gabriel had a small smile on his face as he watched determination replacing her previous sorrow. - "I'll get them drunk. They'll never notice."

Jane placed her free hand on the one covering hers and squeezed it.

"Thank you, Gabe." - She kissed him on the cheek and started to the front door. - "For everything."

She practically ran out of the pub, her mind flooded by his presence. It was like the force she'd used to keep him away was suddenly reversed, dragging her towards him. His mistakes had started shrinking in the fear of losing him forever and the pain she'd caused him was now clearer than ever.

In no time, she found herself in front of the building, only to realize she had no idea of what to say to him. The only thing she knew for sure was that she couldn't let him go without a fight.

And she wouldn't.

She knocked on the door twice, her heart going wild when his footsteps arrived at the other side.

"Jane?" - He greeted her confused, trying to understand how and why she'd ended up on his -well theirs, technically… well his, now- doorstep. "What are you doing here?" - A tired sigh left his mouth as he kept blocking the entrance with his body; no less surprised, but neither more excited by her presence.

"So…? That's it. You're giving up." - She held the selling arrangement in front of him, feeling both her anger and her guilt build up. How could this strong and stubborn as hell man look so defeated? How on earth could she have turned the love of her life into this powerless and exhausted figure?

"Is there anything else for me to do?" - A deep exhale underlined his question.

Fight! - She wanted to yell at him. For us. For me. For the perfect moments we had before you went on ruining everything. I lost a child and my whole world at the same time, because of you. And now I have to accept that I'm losing you, too?

But she could never bring herself to say any of this. Because he did fight for her, for them. He'd kept fighting over and over again, enduring the distance and the pain she'd brought between them. Trying to give her the space she wanted while holding his own desperate reunion-wishes back.

"No, I don't think there is." - She left the stabbing reply sink as she overstepped him, closing the door behind her. "But I can do this." - She ripped the paper in her hand, in front of an even more confused Weller.

His face had already completed the semi-open-mouth-wide-open-eyes shock reaction, signaling the mess inside his head. What was she doing? Except from illegally destroying papers that…

"What were you thinking?" - She forced him out of his thoughts with her now louder question.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" - He gave up trying to secretly define her state of mind.

"No." - She sighed quietly, lowering her head, considering the right words that would make him understand.

She put the -illegally… of course he'd thought about that!- ripped arrangement on the kitchen counter, struggling to clear her thoughts from the sparkles that suddenly blurred her vision.

"I know I've made you think that…" - She started her shaky confession. "Like I don't care about any of this…" - A gesture pointed the space between them, meaning their whole world together. - "But,"

"But what, Jane?"

"But I still want this." - She slowly lifted her head to return his gaze.

"Really? Cause you didn't seem to want it this morning." - He started losing his patience as she began to put his hopes through that relentless roller coaster.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about your... boyfriend! That's what I'm talking about." - He interrupted her pathetic explanation, feeling both his temper and his voice rise.

"Kurt, you don't,"

"Stop! Just… stop." - He took a deep breath to calm himself down, using his hand to relieve the frustrating pressure on his eyes.

They'd spent a whole month beating each other up with their actions. He'd failed her, betrayed her, hurt her more than he thought was possible. It wasn't petty theft he'd lied about, it was murder. Of her own child. How did he expect her to get over that? She wouldn't… she shouldn't. He could never have her really back. He'd ruined her life and she had turned his into a nightmare; a torture without any routes for escape. It was time to let go.

"We don't have to do this to each other anymore." - He sighed, putting his anger aside and facing their reality once again.

They had for sure done some pretty hurtful things to each other, time and time again, but her mind had all of a sudden flown to those moments -their moments- that actually defined their bond:

The first time she saw him, the first time she kissed him, the first time she made love to him; when she pushed him away from that bullet or that other time that her hands were covered in his blood and her heart was ready to explode. And then there was that first time she allowed herself to cry in his hug and those fiery arguments over the safety rules that none of them would ever follow. The perfect moment she bloody married him. How could she ever let him go?

"So, we don't get to love each other anymore?" - Well, two could play the passive aggressive game. - "And what about those perfect moments you were promising? For the rest of our lives…"

"I thought we had them." - Why was she doing that to him? "You've made me happier than anyone ever could." - Saying anything else would have been the biggest understatement. But no matter how much he wanted to hold her in his arms, that happiness was now part of their past. - "I can't do this anymore, Jane."

"Us. You mean you can't do us, anymore?" - Her voice was failing her and panic had started showing in her teary eyes.

"There's no us left, Jane. Can't you see it? How am I supposed to keep chasing something that's constantly leaving me behind?"

What had happened to him? Where was the fighter she used to know? The man who couldn't live without her, who'd traveled the whole world to find her, who'd spent a whole month patiently accepting her anger just to respect her wishes.

Suddenly the realization was crystal clear. She'd solely been asking for space, while giving nothing back. But as the distance got bigger, the one sided recovery he was attempting was a perfectly unrealistic task. She had put him through something that was just too much -even for his shoulders- to bear.

"Is there anything I can do?" - She tested her chances one more time, trying to figure out the best way to prove her intentions to him.

"I think we've both done enough." - His eyes were welling up as well; his voice rough, almost unable to complete its sentence.

"OK, then." - She quickly wiped her cheeks, taking a small step backwards. "I'll leave." - She assured him defeated.

Her head was spinning and judging from the look on his face he was, too, more confused than ever. He dropped his head, nodding to her departure as if it was inevitable, silently cursing himself for adding more to both their pain.

"I'll leave the apartment, you, whatever you want…" - She went on, finding the strength she needed through her dizziness. "Just look me in the eye and tell me we're not worth it." - She wasn't crying anymore; the fiercest expression shielding her face.

"You know I can't do that." - He swallowed numbly, almost whispering his expected weakness; surprised by the proximity she used to confront him.

One more step and she would be in his personal space.

"Well… there's nothing here to lose anymore, right?" - She was tactically attacking all his fronts with everything she had. And then she was almost touching him.

He could feel the warmth of her body and had to consciously stop himself from reaching forward and touch her, make her his again.

His eyes were now softer and a few breathless seconds was her way back inside those walls of his. "This isn't fair." - He mumbled, almost drunk from the heat of her body.

"We stopped doing fair a long time ago, remember?" - Her nose traced his chin.

She was challenging him with every tiny motion of her face, while keeping her hands firmly by her sides. Her breath was steady, controlled; her biggest ally in that ambitious raid. Fake! But it was working. And when his breathing started picking up its tempo, there was no way back. And they both knew that.

"Don't give up on this…" - She whispered next to his mouth, lifting her heels to bring herself higher. "Not now." - She let her last wish right on his lips.

Would he really have her begging him? Her body was still beaming towards him, perfectly balanced on her toes, her lips barely touching his. And she was waiting.

He pulled her arms to him, forcing her to lower on her feet. His hands moved then to capture her waist, while his mouth glided from her jawline to her neck. She immediately gave him more access, but his intentions weren't exactly matching her expectations.

"I just spent an entire day…" - He whispered, his mouth never leaving her skin. "…watching another man touch you the way he did." - He finished his statement with a firm grip on her waist. "Do you have any idea how that felt?" - His body was now aggressively possessive in every part that joined hers, keenly refusing to let any space between them.

"Well, I wasn't exactly enjoying it either." - She muttered, before angling her head to capture both his mouth and his next breath. Her hands left their soulless position, holding his head firmly as she kept sharing her passionate secret with him.

He was lost. His brain was definitely not working, but his body was back at the most pleasantly familiar places. His hands were roaming her back and her sides, never interfering with the ongoing kiss. It was a mixture of lust, agony, pain and desire that shadowed their better judgment, but none of them seemed to care. They kept feeling and smelling and tasting each other, giving in their wild and demanding touches.

"Nothing happened." - She panted when he finally released her mouth, letting his lips rest right above her eye; his arms keeping their jealous placement, snaked around her torso. "Me and Gabe." - She explained, trying to ease his tense.

She pushed his chest back, decisively untangling their heads. Her arms remained locked around his shoulders when he tried to pull back, confused by her words and ready to feel sorry for his weak and careless dive into her. "We were only friends. Nothing more than that. Not now and not ever." - She underlined her second explanation, looking deeply into his eyes; holding him still, no space for doubt.

As his was trapped inside her hug, never wanting to leave that sweet cage of hers, the tiniest smiles found their way back on those broken faces. But neither lasted much, crashed by the new wave of desire. This meeting was more confident and even less calculated than their first outburst. It was like nirvana, unable to control or completely realize their actions, but perfectly aware of each other's presence; ready to complete their most desirable needs. Any external factor had ceased to exist and all they could concentrate on was the bliss of their bodies back together.

He was now holding her head within his hands, as she was climbed on his waist. He could have used a wall or any furniture to help him keep going, but her grip on him was so tight that no assistance was necessary. So, he kept caressing every inch of her face, while passionately savoring her. And then he paused. One arm moving down to support her on him; his parted lips rested on her cheek bone as he circled his fingers around her neck, feeling her need for air with his thumb.

Don't stop, was the last coherent though her mind was able to form.

It took them seconds to peel the disturbing fabrics away, handling their partner's body by instinct in every passage they chose. Their eyes kept shut, afraid of disrupting the harmony of their messy madness; blindly trusting their love to take charge and bring them to the other side. They didn't speak or think or hesitate. The heat of their bodies melted both scents and insecurities away leaving them on a plain act, tangled up in each other.

I love you; it fiercely possessed his mind, as her intoxicating aroma overwhelmed every bit of his existence.

She woke up feeling relieved. Not necessarily happy, but something felt better, more right. She opened her eyes disoriented, needing a couple of seconds to completely position herself in space. And then she started sensing the rest of the signs.

Her back wasn't free to roll, but perfectly fixed by the warm barrier behind her. Her rib cage under a minor pressure; secure fingers following its shape until her stomach, closely monitoring the smooth movement of her breathing. She couldn't detect any clothes on her, the lulling air behind her ear the only assurance of her safety.

Getting out of bed without alarming him was impossible. But then again, she didn't want to either. What was she doing anyway? Everything that happened the night before felt almost like a dream, so far away from reality and problems. It had been a crazy impulse, a raw force that'd pushed them back together. Where they had always belonged, she helplessly corrected her mind.

She had gone there to talk, probably even fight him, but after a whole month of bitterness and delays, maybe her visit occurred to simply find him. And it surely felt nice. He felt nice. She took a deep breath, enjoying the possibilities of this "accidental" normal.

His nose was buried inside her hair, his whole embrace filled by her. And he was in heaven. He'd woken up before her, terrified that he'd find the side next to him empty once again. But she was still there, peaceful inside his hug. Had she regret it? That was now his only concern, feeling her quiet at her first waking moments. And then her arches moved to cover his knees.

And then he knew.

His fingers lingered over her skin, leaving soft caresses all the way from her stomach and her side down to her thigh; resting at their favorite position, trapped in the back of her knee.

"Good morning." - She mumbled sleepily, shivering from the patterns his thumb was tracing over her leg.

"Good morning." - He replied, leaning slightly forward to kiss the corner of her jaw.

"You OK?" - He couldn't hold back his classic worry when she started shifting inside his arms.

"I'm fine." - She reassured him, gently meeting his lips, before she turned to fully face him.

Their eyes met and as she gazed deeply into his, she wished she could find the words to tell him what seeing his blue ones first thing in the morning meant to her. He raised his hand and gently cupped her face, his thumb drawing lazy circles on her cheek. Needing more contact with her, he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers.

"Tell me this is not a dream." - He whispered quietly against her lips. He wasn't sure he could take it if it was.

She shook her head against his, taking his free hand and pressing it against her heart.

"I'm right here." - She whispered back, lifting her other hand and putting it against his heart. The steady beating she met reassured her they were really there in this moment. - "I'm right here with you."

She watched surprised as his eyes filled with tears.

"I'm," - His voice caught in his throat and he cleared it before continuing. "I'm really glad you are." - She sensed he wanted to say something more, but chose to shut his mouth and give her a tearful smile instead.

Knowing him, she had a pretty good idea of what he couldn't voice, of what he wouldn't ask of her, because that was the kind of man he was. And she could only love him more for it.

"I'm not going anywhere, Kurt." - She framed his face, her thumbs wiping his tears away. She wanted to make sure he could see the truth in her eyes. - "I promise. I'm here to stay. "

"Are you sure? Jane, I know what I did and,"

"I forgive you." - She cut him off and if the moment wasn't so serious, she would have laughed at the absolute shock on his face.

"I'll probably never completely get over the fact I won't get to meet my daughter" - She went on, "but I won't hold you to that. I know you didn't mean to…" - She couldn't complete her sentence, so she rushed on before he could interrupt her with more apologies. - "I know you'd do anything to change what happened. I know that, Kurt, I've always known."

"Jane,"

"No, listen to me." - She had lost count of how many times she had relived the night Kurt told her what went down in Berlin and some of the things she said to him still haunted her.

"I forgive you, but I need you to forgive me too. I said some horrible things that night and I'm so, so sorry." - It had been so cruel Jane couldn't believe she was capable of it. She could only imagine what it did to him.

"Of course." - He didn't hesitate, didn't even think before setting her free from the guilt she'd been carrying for a month. Jane felt both like punching him and kissing the hell out of him for always being so good to her. - "And I'm really, really sorry for,"

"No. Stop. No more apologies. I don't want it. The only thing I need from you is that you don't keep secrets from me anymore. No more lies, Kurt. From you or me. That's the only way this can work."

He nodded vigorously, a solemn expression on his face. - "No more secrets."

Her lips curved up into a tiny smile. She felt lighter than she'd felt in months. Everything was out in the open and they could finally start figuring out how to go on from there.

She sighed as she pressed herself closer to him, tucking her face in his neck. He hugged her tightly, struggling to believe this amazing woman, who was his entire universe, was back with him.

"I love you, Kurt." - He heard her murmur against his skin, pressing a kiss to it.

"I love you, too." - He kissed the top of her head as they fell into a comfortable silence.

A silence that was shattered a few minutes later by his phone's ring. She had started dozing off and let out an incomprehensible grumble that was definitely a protest to any movement they need to make.

He chuckled at her behavior and kissed her hair again, before dislodging her and reaching for the phone. Caller ID: Patterson. It could only be another cracked tattoo, he groaned…

"Hey, Patterson. What's up?"

"Weller, I believe Avery is alive."

He used all his self control to not shot up from their bed and run straight to the NYO. He took a deep breath, not wanting to alarm Jane to the content of the conversation until Patterson told him more.

"Why?" - He asked, his voice calm. He glanced at Jane, now laying with her head on his pillow, her eyes mercifully closed.

"I found a 911 call from Germany. A woman asks for help and the property from where the call was made belongs to a guy connected to Avery's story. Listen for yourself."

Kurt held his breath as he waited for Patterson to play the recording. And then, a warm and relieving bloom filled his chest at the sound of Avery's voice. He hadn't killed her. Everything that Patterson told him made perfect sense. It had to be true.

"It's her." - Jane shifted beside him. His voice probably gave him away and he could now feel her eyes on him.

"Are you sure?" - Patterson was still on his ear, her voice hopeful.

"Yes. Can you send the audio to me?"

"I'll send it over now."

"Thank you, Patterson."

He hung up without waiting for a reply. He took all the time he needed to put the phone down on the bedside table and when he finally turn to Jane, her eyes were still glued on him.

"What is it, Kurt?" - She felt dread settle deep inside her heart. She should have known her happiness couldn't last more than a few hours. Maybe she was destined to pay for her past sins, maybe she…

"Avery is alive." - Kurt's words stopped her thoughts, stopped her breath, her whole world.

"What?"

"Your daughter, Jane. She is alive." - He repeated, carefully watching her reaction. Part of him expecting this news to make her withdrew from him; regret what was said and done between them, remind her of what he'd done. Or, at least, what he thought he'd done.

"How?" - He almost let out a cry of relief when instead of getting away from him, she reached forward, a hand grasping his arm.

He proceeded to explain what Patterson had just discovered and how certain he was that it was indeed Avery on the audio.

"We need to help her." - Jane was already out of the bed, searching for the clothes they had discarded on their way to the bedroom.

He quickly shoved the sheets off and before she could exit the room, he blocked her path forcing her to stop.

"We'll get on the first plane to Berlin. But, Jane..." - His unsure pause made her focus on him again. - "I'll understand it if,"

"There is no one I want to go with me more than you." - She took his hands in hers and squeezed it. - "I can't do this without, Kurt."

He instinctively knew she meant more than just this new mission.

He nodded, determination filling his whole being. Life had given him two second chances in less than twenty four hours and he wasn't about to waste any one of them; nor with Avery and neither with his wife.

"Let's go get her, then."

Together.

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