AUTHOR'S NOTE: So how's it hanging guys? Yes I did decide to give you two chapter because that was just too long of a wait and you really deserve it. It's nothing special I'll be honest, but everything is important to lead up into the exiting parts. Enjoy!

This chapter is dedicated to one of my best friends Angelica who I've know since the 6th grade. I love her so much, and I'm so happy I've finally convinced her to watch Blindspot and she loves it. She is so close to the third season. Thank you so much! :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blindspot or any of its characters.

CHAPTER FOUR: A Prisoner's Guilt

Camden, New Jersey hadn't been the original place of a hideout for Jane, but a passing stranger-more like good samaritan-had spotted Jane in need and hooked her up with a small cleaning job in a Motel their relative owned, no questions asked. Besides this, she would have much rather gone an hour away from New York than two and to a smaller town, but it is what it is. Camden wasn't the friendliest of places either, with violence plaguing the city like a zombie infection. Due to this, there were cameras installed almost everywhere, police watching your every movement like a piece on a chessboard-a game Jane didn't enjoy. One camera though was bound to pick up her face alerting either the CIA or FBI of her whereabouts. That's why she always wore sunglasses and a hat and tried to limit her hours spent in the sunlight. Jane couldn't afford being caught at the moment; not in her condition. And as she sat at the small Cafe twirling her spoon in the small bowl of chicken noodle soup, she knew there needed to be a new game plan very fast. Staying in one spot too long was a dangerous game, one she wasn't ready to lose it. Tossing her nearly full bowl of soup out, finding her stomach could no longer tolerate even the tiniest bites of food before she got the sudden urge to throw up, she headed outside on route to the place that currently resided as work and home-just like the FBI had been.

One thing Camden did have to offer was its beautiful art and history. Many streets can be found with one artist or another painting their heart out on a wall for any citizen to see. Even Jane herself had been tempted, but she couldn't get sidetracked. Almost a block away Jane took a detour down a small alley crammed between a bookstore and what used to be a pet store. She found her acquaintance exactly where she thought, painting on an old wooden board. Luke gave her a warm smile. Fishing around in her pocket, Jane pulled out a $50 dollar bill and extended it towards the boy who hesitated at first but then gladly accepted. "Isn't it a bit much, you usually only give me $10," his squeaky 14-year-old voice pitched.

"I know, I also came by to tell you I'm going to be gone for a while."

"Oh," Luke said, sounding disappointed. He returned his attention back to his painting, which Jane had to give him so much credit for. His paintings were almost as detailed as her sketches. Maybe in a few years time, he would surpass her skills. "What are you painting?" Luke quickly flipped his masterpiece around, looking like a deer caught in headlights."N-nothing," he stammered. "Weird," Jane thought.

"Will I see you again?" And although she couldn't promise him that, because most likely this would be the end of their friendship-if it could be called that- Jane replied," Yes."

Walking straight to the Motel and skipping town, with no distractions, should have been the first priority. Jane just couldn't help herself though. Luke is homeless, and unfortunately, she was his only friend he managed to make living out on the streets beside the artists themselves. Now there was a van parked outside the place, definitely couldn't have been there for very long either considering it hadn't been there 40 minutes ago when she left for the Cafe. She knew though, saw beyond the advertisement that ran alongside its doors. Kurt Weller and his team are in there-had found her-and now they are here to drag her back. Well if they wanted a fight, then so be it. Jane hadn't rescued herself from months of anguish just to return to the people who sent her off there in the first place. So she hid in a room, waiting. Then he walked into the room across from hers-exactly like a lion's prey-his gun aimed in front of him, blue eyes searching for something that wasn't going to be there. Marching up to Kurt Weller and putting her gun to his head she commanded him not to move. How dare he come looking for her now, and for what? To drag her into a darker hole, one she wouldn't be able to escape from. Of course not before he got answers about why she pretended to be Taylor Shaw, who she really was, or what her real name was. All answers she would love to know herself. Maybe three months ago if he hadn't arrested her, or better yet hadn't handed her over to the CIA to be tortured, Jane would have been ready to spill her guts out to him. Now she wasn't ready to say anything to them, even if she owed it to them, and she didn't care if it made her a bad person for saying this but, she wanted Kurt to feel the pain she feels. Three months can do a lot of damage not only to the physical body but mental as well. So no it wasn't fair that he came in here demanding answers, cause even if she talked she would still be tossed back to those monsters at the CIA. Maybe that was just her fate, to spend whatever time she had left locked up. This might have been fate's way of giving her time to release the guilt of Oscar and Mayfair, and give her old team peace of mind. Seeing her battle inside her head gave Kurt an opportunity to take a hit at her, one she didn't hesitate to return. The anger in both of them only fueled them, even when Jane's body ached all over from being thrown almost full force into the cleaning cart. She only stopped when there were three guns pointed at her and no escape.

Jane's fight died as soon as her hands were strapped down to the chair, and they injected her with some serum. What was the point in fighting anymore, its not like she ever won. She might as well give them what they want so she can go on her merry way. Jane didn't need to stay and watch her old friends now stare at her in pure disgust-like she was the enemy; even though she was. She screwed up, should have realized Oscar was fooling her from the beginning. If Jane had known then what she knew now then she wouldn't have wanted to learn about her past but relished in the second opportunity life had presented her. Then maybe she would still have friends, family.

The door slid open and in walked a lady Jane had never seen before. Dressed in a nice suit-pencil skirt-Jane had to make the assumption she didn't work for the FBI, and when she introduced herself her guess had been correct. "Hello Jane, My name is Nas and I work for the NSA. I am currently working with the FBI. I'll be questioning you today on what happened to lead to your arrest by Assistant Director Kurt Weller." Jane eyed her, not really caring for the woman. Jane knew she was trying to make this more like a friendly conversation because of her relationship to this team, they needed answers and she was the only who could provide them. The turn lays in her hands. Jane didn't like the fake-ness though of the situation, why are they all of a sudden going to treat her like a friend when the past three months she was the enemy. "Let's get started, shall we. What is your real name?" The women asked. Was she serious? "Apparently she didn't get the memo about the zip," her past self snickered. "Great," thought Jane. "She's back." Of course, only Jane could see her. She was standing in front of the two way mirror with her arms crossed, giving Jane a huge grin that really didn't fit her face. "Life's a bitch, isn't it? If you had your memories back you wouldn't have been caught." She spoke in a quiet tone, and yet still managed to rub her downfalls in her face. She huffed."Well let's get this over with shall we, it's not like they aren't going to feed you to the dogs when this is over." Jane glared at Remi, which Nas took as her looking through the glass-trying to see her team. "I know that question sounded dumb, but it is just to make sure the serum is working right. Besides, don't you think you owe them this?" Nas' voice was gentle-coaxing would be a better term-and Jane's attention wavered from the glass-which she could now see thanks to her past self taking a quick exit-back to Nas. Jane really did owe her team that much."Look, we need to know everything, especially if you want protection from the CIA." Nas it was then. "If you don't provide your full collaboration I can't protect you. So let us begin. Can you tell us who this is?" Nas held up a picture of Oscar, the same one that appeared on the monitor months back- the one the team found but couldn't identify him. Taking a final glance at the window, for once grateful she couldn't see the teams face's, Jane whispered Oscar's name, her anger at what he did boiling back to the surface. "Tell me how you came to know him."

"It was after Tom Carter kidnapped me." Jane started. Nas looked baffled, a look the entire team shared."The CIA Director?" Jane shook her head. "He had tortured me to get information on a project called Daylight, but I had no clue what he was talking about back then."

"But you do now?" Nas questioned.

"It was an operation that gathered and distributed illegal NSA information on behalf of the government. They used that intel to fake informants to fake convictions that never would have upheld. It was shut down, and everyone had no choice but to keep quiet. Mayfair was apart of this plan along with Carter. He was afraid I knew something about it, but I didn't at the time."

"What happened after that?"

"Oscar rescued me from Carter but killed him in the process. He told me he knew me, my past self."

"Who was he to you?"

"He was my fiancee. He showed me a brief video of myself explaining that this plan, the tattoos, being sent to the FBI was all my idea. I saw he held information I wanted to know, so I met him again. He only revealed tiny details, but never anything that would really help me discover more of my past."

"What about you being Taylor Shaw?"

Jane sighed."Originally he told me I was, but in the end, he told me the truth, I'm not Taylor."

"How many times did you see Oscar?"

"I don't know, a bunch. He set up meeting points every week or two weeks. It varied."

"What did you do while you were with him." Jane did many things, most she wasn't proud off, especially sleeping with him. That is better left unsaid. "He told me he had small missions for me to complete. Replace a pen or a GPS chip in a vehicle. They seemed harmless."

"So you voluntarily did these missions."

'NO," Jane spat out, angry at herself more than the woman sitting in front of her."I told him I wasn't going to betray my team like that, but he said I didn't have a choice and threatened to kill Kurt if I didn't. So I did as he asked."

"These missions weren't as small as he said though were they?"

"No. They framed Mayfair for murder."

"And where is Assistant Director Mayfair Now?" Jane gulped. This question was bound to come up, and she knew her answer would get the teams hope's up. "She's dead."

"How did she die and who killed her?"

"I don't know how but she found our meeting point. I went to go tell Oscar I was done with the missions. I was going to bring him in and tell the team everything that happened. Instead, Mayfair appeared and before anything else happened Oscar shot her. I tried to stop the bleeding but there was so much blood...too much. She died right there. Oscar ended up knocking me out and brought me to some barn. He was going to wipe my memory again, but it was just to save himself because he got into trouble with Shepard."

"Who's shepherd?"

"The leader of whatever operation we were running. He mentioned him a few times but wouldn't give a name."

"What happened to Oscar?"

"He's dead. I killed him," said Jane staring at the glass, before averting her attention back to Nas. "I couldn't let him wipe my memories again so I broke free from my ties and fought him. A fire broke out during the fight and I had impaled him with some weapon hanging on the wall. There was no time to save him." Nas look satisfied with their progress. "Thank you, Jane. Someone will be in with you shortly to escort you. They will bring you a change of clothes as well." Nas stood up walking out of the room, and when the door slip back open she didn't expect those blue eyes to be staring at her. They were filled with ice and wary. All he could do was stare at her as if she had done something so unforgivable that not even God would accept her sins. When he finally snapped out of his daze it was to free her restraints."You have to know Jane, I didn't want you to end up with the CIA. We honestly didn't even know you were there until a few weeks ago. We did search for you, I never gave up." Jane shook her head in acknowledgment, it still hadn't changed the fact she was tortured for non-stop three months straight. But this was an olive branch, one she was going to reach for, even if it didn't mean they weren't going to be friends again. That line was cut a while ago. "The people who did this to me, to us, are still out there and we're going to get them." And for the first time in a while, Kurt's eyes softened.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok so I'm excited to write all of this drama, lol. You can expect that things aren't going to go back to how they use to be right away. Trust was broke. Im excited though because next chapter is where Shepard and Roman come into play. Hope you at least somewhat were happy with these two chapter, until next time! ;)