"I can't get Jane on the phone," Kurt walked over to Patterson and Nas, "I need you to check her phone."
It only took a minute, "Says she's still at the safe house," Nas looked up at him calmly.
"Maybe she's sick," Patterson worried. Going over to the computer she pulled up the cameras around Jane's house.
Kurt felt his heart catch when he looked at the live feed. The door was opened and two of the windows were broken. Yellow police tape covered the door.
"Oh, god." Patterson worried.
"Get me the report." Kurt looked over at the ladies with a hard expression.
"There is no police report," Patterson denied.
"Well, something clearly happened," Kurt yelled in frustration.
"That camera records," Nas told them.
"Pull it up," Kurt turned to her.
After a few moments, they watched a black op team breach the premise.
"Who the hell are they?" Kurt watched with a clenched fist.
When the team left empty handed, Kurt breathed deeply.
"They didn't get her," He looked back over at Nas.
"I'll go further back," Nas began typing.
When they reached the point where Keaton carried Jane out of the house over his shoulder, Kurt began swearing harshly.
"Oh my God!" Patterson felt tears fill her eyes.
"No way…No way," Kurt denied. "Keaton could never take down Jane…NEVER."
"Go further back." Kurt insisted.
Nas finally found the moment that Keaton arrived. When Jane opened the door she had a smile on her face. The blank look that immediately replaced her happiness made Kurt clench his fist. He'd never been over to her new safe house. He should have gone over to check on her. She'd come over to his house to make sure he was okay…
"What's he holding up?" Patterson worried.
Kurt looked back and saw the paper that Patterson was referring to.
"I don't know." Kurt looked over at Nas, "I need Keaton's number."
Nas provided it without comment.
Kurt let the call go to voicemail. He left a message and hung up in frustration.
"I'm going over there." Kurt told them, "Follow the car, and see if you can find out where he took her."
"We're going with you," Zapata told him.
Kurt hadn't even realized that they'd followed him into the room.
It took twenty long minutes to get to Jane's.
Tearing done the police tape, Kurt walked through the broken door and looked around. The house was empty, not only of Jane, but any proof that she'd spent the last three months living here. He remembered her drawings and personal items she'd kept at her old safe house. The walls were empty, there were no personal possessions save for a handful of toiletries.
"She lives here?" Zapata looked over at Kurt with a worried frown.
"I'd say this is just where she exists." Reed denied.
It was then that Kurt saw the crumbled paper by the front door. Reaching down he picked it up and looked at what it was.
Watching him, Zapata and Reed exchanged a glance, they'd been around Weller for a good ten years in some of the worst circumstances, but had never seen him look like he did now.
"What is it?" Zapata worried.
"It's paperwork transferring Jane back into CIA custody." Weller growled.
"Pellington?" Reed walked over to reach for the paperwork.
"No," Kurt denied his eyes hard.
Reed looked down at the signature line and his gaze jerked back up to Kurt.
"You signed this?" He could barely make form the words past the lump in his throat.
"Briana just had me sign some paperwork for drug testing and parking permits," Kurt realized.
"You didn't read it?" Zapata took it from Reed and looked down in disbelief.
Kurt didn't say anything. He had no excuse. He had done this. Not knowingly, but it was his fault all the same.
"That's how Keaton was able to take her," Reed realized.
"What do you mean?" Zapata looked up from the signature line.
"Look at how we're reacting, if Jane thought that Weller was sending her back, it would have given Keaton the time he needed to take her down." Reed insisted.
"She can't believe…" Zapata denied.
"Why not?" Reed argued, "We did it before."
"But…" Zapata protested.
"We need to get her back," Kurt couldn't look back, he needed to be able to find her, now.
"We'll never find her," Zapata argued, "She's been gone for hours, she could be anywhere. The last black site was in Oregon."
"Then we need to find Keaton," Reed insisted.
"He's not answering his phone," Kurt said his voice raspy.
"Well, I hope it's not because he's busy torturing Jane," Zapata worried.
Kurt shot her a look that had her regretting her outburst.
"We need Patterson," Kurt told them, heading for the door.
"This is fucked up," Reed whispered to Tasha as they followed Kurt out the door.