Hey guys,

Glad to see that so many of you are interested in this new story! Thank you for all the reviews, faves, and follows! You guys warm my heart!

Just to make sure we all stay on the same page, there will be a lot of angstyness in this story! So, buckle your seat belts and get ready for the ride, okay? :)

This chapter will feature the teams POV, and next chapter we will hear from Jane again!

Anyway, enough of my blabbering!

Hope you enjoy this chapter,

Lots of love,

-Fallen

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After the EMT carted Jane out of the elevator, the rest of them were left standing there in shock, still processing everything that had just happened. Who knows how long they would have stood there unable to look at each other if it hadn't of been for Patterson's arrival.

"What happened? Is everyone okay? I heard over the radio that they called an ambulance?" Patterson didn't even seem to take a breath as she berated them with one question after another, "Wait, where's Jane? Oh God, it was her wasn't it? She's the one they called the ambulance for. What happened?" She didn't say it but they all heard the silent what did you do, attached to the end of that.

Kurt finally took the wheel, "Patterson, Jane is on her way to the hospital now: she passed out from heat exhaustion. We don't think she drank or ate much today, and so she wasn't able to cope with the heat. Get us up to date on what happened today and then we can all go to the hospital."

Patterson nodded, but then looked at them in confusion and possibly anger, "Why didn't any of you go with her?"

"They didn't want us to crowd her," Kurt told her, hands up to placate her. Patterson could be the sweetest person on the earth but if she thought you'd fucked up. Well his only advice would be to run because she would hound you to the ends of the earth.

She just looked at them like they were stupid for a second before shaking her head, "Okay then, well, you guys ended up stuck in the elevator because we had a freak power surge that knocked out all our systems. Thankfully, we were able to get everything back online, and it looks like nothing significant was damaged. So, we're in the clear at the moment, it's going to take them until at least tomorrow morning to get all systems up and running the way they should. So, the director is sending all non-tech people home,"

"So you're staying here then?" Zapata asked.

"Hell no, I'm coming with you guys to go check on Jane. I did my part getting everything back on line in the first place, the basement gremlins can polish it all off." Patterson told her with a smirk, before turning on her heels and starting towards the stairs. When they didn't immediately followed, she turned back to look at them, "Well, are you coming?"

Kurt almost laughed at the way all of them immediately rushed to follow her, but the image of Jane passed out in the elevator still lingered too close to the surface for him to enjoy the moment. He didn't even let himself think of the scars that had been revealed when they stripped her of her shirt and pants in an attempt to cool her down.

He had known logically that she'd been with the CIA for three months but to see the evidence up close. It turned his stomach just thinking about it.

Now he almost wished Jane hated them because they had thrown her to the sharks without a second thought. Yet, even now she did nothing but work to earn their trust back. And they'd let her. Acting like she owed them.

When it seemed now that they owed her.

The thoughts kept him preoccupied on the drive there, and if it hadn't of been for Patterson he doubted anyone would have spoken. He wondered if they were all thinking about the same things he was.

By the time he parked he had to resist the urge to run into the hospital. Instead, he waited patiently for the team get out, and they walked into the emergency room entrance together.

"Excuse me, ma'am, one of my agent came in here about thirty minutes ago."

The woman looked up at him, her face the perfect mask of indifference, "Name?"

"Jane Doe," Kurt told her, he could hear Zapata's fingers tapping on the counter to his left. He doubted that would make the woman move any faster but if it made her feel better.

"Are you serious?" the woman asked, "Jane Doe?"

"Yes, he's serious, now tell us where she is," Zapata snapped at the woman, her fingernails still clicking against the counter.

The woman rolled her eyes, and started typing into her computer, "Okay, I have her here, looks like she was admitted 45 minutes ago, and she's in a room upstairs. Are any of you family or emergency contact? I can give you room information but I can't release any medical information."

Kurt nodded, "I should be listed as her medical emergency, Kurt Weller," At least he had been before Jane had been arrested. But he doubted she'd thought to change it.

The woman nodded, "Okay, well it looks like they're treating her for dehydration, and malnutrition. The doctor upstairs should have more information to give you, 2nd floor room 2102."

Malnutrition? The dehydration he understood, but the others were news to him. He glanced at the team, and he could tell they were as shocked as him.

But he needed to see Jane now, to see with his own eyes that she's okay, "Come on, let's go."

By the time they got to the second floor, the tension between them all had become almost stifling. Funny, how all of them except maybe Patterson had treated Jane like the enemy since her return, but now all of them were equally agitated at her injury.

"We'll check on her first, and then I'll try to find a doctor to speak to," Kurt informed them, as they searched for Jane's room.

He stopped a passing nurse, "We're looking for room 2102?"

She smiled at him, "Just keep going straight, take the first hallway on your left and it will be the first door on your right, okay?"

He nodded, releasing her arm, and following her directions team still on his heels.

"Do you think she'll be awake? You guys said she was unconscious, right?" Patterson asked as they walked.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty out of it when they took her," Reade told her quietly.

"Yeah, she said something to Kurt but then it looked like she passed out again," Zapata confirmed.

Kurt remained quiet, he'd done all the talking he wanted to do until he saw Jane.

Finally they arrived at the room they'd been told belonged to Jane, but Kurt felt himself freeze. He wanted to know but suddenly he felt afraid to.

"Kurt?" Patterson's voice shook him from his trance, and he reached out a hand to knock.

A voice he didn't recognize told him to come in, and so he opened the door, holding it open for the team to enter besides him. He drew back the curtain, and immediately noticed the woman in scrubs standing beside Jane's bedside.

"Hi, I'm Karen Jane's nurse," The woman, Karen, told them as she walked across the room to shake all of their hands. "As you can see Jane's still out, but we've got her on fluids. She should wake up soon, you're all welcome to take a seat and wait if you like. I have to check on my other patients but I'll be back in to check on her within the hour."

"Thank you, it was nice to meet you," Patterson told the woman as she left, the rest of them echoing the sentiment.

After Karen left they all turned to look at Jane in unison, laying there in the hospital bed she looked so fragile, like a baby bird. Without her bulky jacket, and lose work clothing to hide under it seemed so painfully clear that she hadn't been eaten anywhere near enough.

How had they not noticed?

One by one the team took seats around Jane's bed, but Kurt couldn't do it. He just stood there, looking at her, trying to stare only at her face for any sign that she might be waking.

"I guess I always knew in the back of my head that terrible things had happened to Jane in those three months with the CIA. But when she came back she seemed, if not 100%, okay enough that I didn't really worry, ya know?" Patterson told them, her eyes ghosting over the vicious scars that burst through the tattoos on Jane's upper arms.

"Trust me, that's nothing," Zapata whispered, her face drawn. Kurt wondered if she felt as guilty right now as he did.

Patterson's eyes tore away from Jane's scars to look at Zapata, "What do you mean?"

Zapata looked away, "I-"

"We had to remove her shirt on the elevator, when we were trying to cool her down," Reade interjected, though his voice sounded as strained as Zapata had looked Kurt knew he'd jumped in to stop Zapata from having to say the words, "Her arms are practically a clean slate compared to the rest of her."

Kurt didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to remember looking down at Jane and seeing those horrible scars. Didn't want to think that in some he deserved the blame for them being there. If he hadn't of let the CIA take her, she wouldn't have ever been there.

But almost worse, he couldn't help but think, is that when she came back he did nothing to help her. He only hurt her more, and now it hurt to look at her.

"How did we let it come to this?" Patterson whispered, her blue eyes dark with sadness and upset as their words, and the picture in front of her slowly sunk in. "We used to be a family, didn't we?"

Kurt felt like the words were a punch in the gut. But he had no answer. Nothing he could say right now could fix the damage they'd done.

He heard Zapata choke on a sob, her hands coming up to shield her face from them, and Reade immediately leaned over to comfort her.

Kurt felt himself take a deep breath, "We can't change what's happened but we can change what we do from here on out."

Patterson nodded at him, her blue eyes lighter, "She deserves better. She does."

She didn't have to convince him, and he knew that Zapata and Reade felt the same.

He knew that they'd be having a meeting later to determine a plan of action. He doubted it would be as easy as simply saying sorry and moving on. No they'd truly fucked up.

But before he could get drawn too far into those thoughts, Jane groaned and immediately all attention went to her.

He watched as her eyelids fluttered, eyelashes brushing her cheekbones as she struggled to open her eyes.