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I wanted to thank everyone for their reviews. It's funny how just a few words of encouragement can inspire the story! I have a countdown to Blindspot app on my phone and as of today we still have 123 more days until the season 3 premier. I'm never going to last that long! Sob….deep breath. I'm okay. I honestly don't know exactly where this story will end up until we get there. Even I don't know what's coming next. These characters constantly surprise me. The show has built them so solidly it's almost like they are alive and making their own choices. I will keep writing and keep reading everyone's amazing fics, gifs and antics until the show finally comes back on. Thanks for giving me something to look forward to…without this fandom I would be lost! J You all almost make me feel like my obsession over this show is normal! Ha!
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"Nas," Kurt greeted her, "What are you doing here?"
Nas wanted to wince at his cold reception.
"I heard that Roman was back in the picture," She said.
"Maybe," Kurt conceded, "What does that have to do with you?"
"I supported the decision to turn him into an asset." Nas reminded Kurt, "If he's responsible for the recent deaths, I want to help bring him in."
"He was sighted near one of the shootings," Kurt confirmed, "We have no evidence directly involving him with the actual death."
"You're splitting hairs," Nas accused him.
"I'm stating a fact," Kurt denied.
"Kurt look," She said seriously, "I know you're angry about Jane…"
"You know I'm angry?" Kurt interrupted.
"But it was the right thing to do," Nas insisted more forcefully.
"You had no right to choose for me," Kurt denied with a cold look.
"I was trying to help you and Jane," Nas reminded him.
Before he could say anything, the door to his office opened.
Both of them turned to see Jane, two cups of coffee, enter.
Kurt immediately moved to take one of the cups from her.
"Nas," Jane greeted, "I didn't know you were here or I would have brought you coffee."
"She's not staying," Kurt explained to Jane.
"Actually," Nas denied, "I'm here to warn you."
"About what?" Jane asked with a frown.
"The NSA has some Intel on who might be targeting you." Nas admitted.
"Me…or Kurt?" Jane asked with a worried frown.
"Is there any difference?" Nas couldn't help but jab.
"Just answer the question," Jane couldn't banter with Kurt's life.
"Sandstorm was a big organization," Nas reminded them, "They had cells in cities all over the world. When Sheppard's plan failed and the organization fell, it hurt them. They've been scrambling to regroup and a new leader has immerged."
"Do you have a name?" Kurt asked.
"It's another woman," Nas admitted, "Her name is Devon."
Kurt and Jane shared a look.
"You know her?" Nas asked.
"She was the girlfriend of Sheppard's right hand man, Parker." Kurt explained.
"Well apparently she's very bitter."
"Parker was killed in the raid on the FBI compound," Kurt remembered.
"Devon was pregnant," Jane reminded Kurt.
"Well," Nas denied, "She has no record of a child, so she must have lost it."
"We fought, she was stabbed in prison and Parker accidentally shot her instead of me," Jane remembered.
"Well that might do it," Nas said practically.
"So Sandstorm is regrouping." Kurt sighed.
"They are," Nas agreed, "But that's not your biggest problem."
"What do you mean?" Jane couldn't imagine something worse.
"Devon placed a hit on you." Nas explained.
"On who?" Jane demanded.
"You," Nas confirmed, "The man at the wedding was the first."
"But he was aiming at Kurt." Jane protested.
"I guess Devon wants you to feel what she did," Nas suggested.
"The shooter is dead," Kurt reminded them.
"That shooter is dead," Nas agreed, "The bounty on your head still stands."
"The gunman at the warehouse," Jane reminded Kurt.
"So what," Kurt demanded, "People are just going to continue coming until someone is able to kill my wife?"
"Or the bounty is withdrawn," Nas agreed.
"How do we do that?" Kurt worried.
"We need to bring in Devon," Nas explained, "Once she's not free to secure the payment, the attempts will stop."
"Do you know where she's at?" Kurt demanded.
"Overseas," Nas admitted.
"That's beyond our jurisdiction." Jane warned Kurt.
Like an invisible line was going to stand between him and the woman attempting to have his wife killed.
"I've notified Keaton," Nas explained, "He's tracking her."
"I'll call him," Kurt turned toward the phone, "And get an update."
Jane watched him with a worried frown.
"You can't be surprised." Nas drew her attention back to her.
"What do you mean?"
"Jane," Nas said almost kindly, "You turned your back on the biggest terrorist organization in the world, brought down their revered leader, ruined plans they'd been making to years. If you had gone into the witness protection program…you could have led a relatively normal life. You chose to stay here, where everyone knows who you are, and marry Kurt. That placed a very large target on your back…and his."
Jane could feel her heart racing at the reality of what they were facing.
"So you're saying if Kurt and I don't turn out back on our life here, it's only a matter of time before someone successfully kills one of us." She said flatly.
"Kurt's not going to leave," Nas denied, "His daughter would never get to see him again. Allie would never agree to turn her back on her life. Kurt would have to walk away from them without looking back."
"He could never do that," Jane protested.
"He might…for you." Nas admitted.
"I would never ask him to," Jane denied.
"Then what's the solution?" Nas asked bluntly.
Jane's mind was racing. She'd unwittingly brought danger to the door of the man she loved, danger that would never go away as long as Devon was alive…as long as Sandstorm was a threat.
Kurt rejoined them, his face serious.
"What'd Keaton say?" Jane worried.
"He's looking for her," Kurt explained, "But he hasn't found her yet."
Nas and Jane shared a worried look.
"We need to warn the team," Jane realized.
"Reed was the one to kill Parker," Kurt agreed.
"I don't have any Intel to indicate he is in any way a target." Nas assured them.
"If she's focused on me," Jane insisted, "Let's not do anything to direct her attention elsewhere."
Kurt just looked down at Jane in resignation. She always tried to act as a shield to the team, to him, to the world. It was another one of her most endearing qualities that he hated the most.
"Let's go," Kurt agreed resigned.
Jane could read the look on his face easily. It was just another way that his life would be controlled by her presences in it. For a man that valued control, she was his worst nightmare.
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"She placed a hit on Jane," Tasha rubbed her chest absently. Parker was responsible for shooting her and she didn't regret that he was dead. Looking over at Jane she'd just wished that Devon had joined him. It really struck her hard that she'd help Devon break out of prison in the first place. The deal they'd made with Parker had been her idea. She'd been the one to discover Devon was pregnant…she'd been the one insisting that the end justified the means. This was all her fault.
"So we've already had three attempts on Jane's life," Reed realized.
"How much was the bounty?" Patterson worried.
"Two million dollars," Nas admitted.
"That's a lot of money for a single hit," Patterson was a little taken back.
"Jane's skills are well known and she's an FBI Agent married to the Assistant Director," Nas explained, "Hell, she had a hand in bringing down the Acadia, professionals are going to demand more for this high profile hit."
"So who's killing them?" Reed demanded, "Someone trying to ensure they get the bounty?"
"We think it might be Roman," Nas denied.
"Why would he do that?" Tasha asked bluntly.
"We don't know," Nas admitted, "Maybe he's trying to protect her, maybe he's trying to claim the bounty for himself."
"One thing is for certain," Kurt interrupted, "We need to find both Devon and Roman."
"I'm on it," Patterson agreed immediately.
"I'm also going to assign you a detail," Kurt looked over at Jane.
"You're taking me out of the field," She accused him.
"It's too dangerous right now for you and the team for you to be in the field." Kurt agreed.
Jane felt her options slipping away. If she couldn't be in the field and at least help fix things, then she was simply a liability everyone was risking their lives to protect. It one of them died…
"Nas," Kurt turned back to her, "We'll accept any assistance you can give us, but don't make our decisions for us."
"You have my word," She agreed in satisfaction. She might be able to pull his off yet.
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Jane sat with Tasha and Patterson nursing her drink.
"It's going to be okay," Patterson insisted.
"How?" Jane looked up at her, "I'm jeopardizing everyone's safety."
"You didn't put a hit out on yourself," Tasha argued.
"Kurt was almost killed because of me," Jane reminded them.
"We'll fix this," Tasha insisted.
"Kurt won't even let me out in the field," Jane reminded her, "How can I possibly help anyone?"
"He doesn't want to lose you," Patterson reminded her.
"How could I have ever convinced myself this would work?" Jane said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Tasha demanded with a frown.
"As long as I stay in Kurt's life," Jane looked up at them unhappily, "I'm putting him and everyone he cares about at risk."
"He cares about you," Patterson reminded her.
"I know he does," Jane agreed painfully, "I love him too…"
"Then there's nothing more to say," Tasha interrupted.
"I need to go after Devon," Jane looked at them seriously.
"You don't even know where she's at," Patterson argued.
"I can find her," Jane insisted.
"Kurt will not agree to this," Tasha denied.
"I'm not going to ask him," Jane looked away.
"NO!" Patterson denied immediately.
"You can't just leave," Tasha sat forward and spoke earnestly.
"What am I supposed to do?" Jane argued, "Wait for one of you to die?"
"We're going to solve this together." Tasha denied.
Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire. Jane overturned the table and drew her gun. Tasha and Patterson hit the floor beside her, weapons drawn…ready.
Jane's detail returned fire, two of them going down. Civilians screamed and ran for cover.
Jane shared a look with her friends…her family.
Suddenly she sprang into motion. Tasha and Patterson provided her cover fire while she closed the distance between her and their assailant.
He was able to get of a shot that creased her arm, but she didn't stop. Returning fire she dropped him, but kept moving forward. His accomplice seeing him fall turned to run. He didn't make it. Jane tackled him wrestling him for the gun.
Suddenly Kurt was there. Jane was torn off the subject and thrust at Reed as Kurt hauled the man to his feet. A few seconds later the unconscious man fell to the floor as Kurt turned toward Jane desperately.
"Are you hit?" He demanded running his hands over her searching for injuries.
Jane's hand immediately came up to cover the hole in her sleeve.
Kurt's eyes flew to the injury.
"I'm fine," Jane insisted.
"You're hit," Kurt accused, ripping her sleeve.
"Jackson and Kent are down," Jane told Reed.
Reed immediately turned to assist Zapata and Patterson render aid.
"Let me see," Kurt insisted when she still hadn't removed her hand.
"It's just a graze," Jane assured him, reluctantly removing her hand.
The blood on her arm seemed to transfix him.
"Kurt," Jane drew his attention away from the wound, "I'm fine."
Nas watched the scene from the roof across the street. She regretted what she was about to do, but she knew she had no choice. Raising the sniper rifle to her shoulder she sighted her target. The first bullet she dispatched hit Weller in his shoulder. The second ended any chance that the unconscious man she hired to attack Jane might talk.
Jane was looking into Kurt's eyes when he was shot. The shot entered the back of his arm and was through and through. His blood splattered her face and for a moment she was the one that was frozen.
One heartbeat later she'd tackled him to the ground. He might be wounded, but the adrenalin kick ensured that once they hit the ground he rolled her underneath him and drew his weapon, still shielding her from view.
"Kurt," Jane was desperate, but he was determined. Even as she struggled he kept her pinned beneath him.
"You're hit!" She cried.
"Stay down," He argued.
Five long minutes later, he rolled off her and sat up.
She immediately reached for his arm.
"You're losing a lot of blood," She said woodenly. Pale and shaking she pulled off her shirt and held it to his arm.
"It didn't hit anything vital," Kurt assured her.
You don't know what it's like to have my blood covering your hands and not know if it's going to be okay.
Kurt's words came back to haunt her as she looked down at his injury. Her hands shook as she watched his blood run down his arm and begin to pool on the floor.
"Is he serious?" Patterson demanded falling to her knees beside them.
Jane didn't answer.
"Jane?" Patterson looked at her sharply.
"I'm fine," Kurt assured them both, "It's not serious."
Within moments Zapata joined them.
"It was a sniper." She confirmed, "Building across the street."
"We get him?" Kurt demanded.
"No," Zapata denied.
Jane closed her eyes tightly.
Kurt reached up and touched her face, "Jane, it's going to be okay."
His reassurance fell on deaf ears. Nothing would ever be okay again.