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"Have either of you acquired your target?" Kurt asked through the coms.
"I've got him," Tasha answered back immediately.
"Jane?" Kurt called.
"I'm where he should be," Jane responded, "But no line of sight yet."
"Wait there," Kurt insisted, "He'll recognize you if you go looking."
"So now you want me to wait in the car?" Jane asked with a smile in her voice.
Kurt sat in his own surveillance vehicle too far away from his wife and smiled while shaking his head.
"We all want you to wait in the car," Rich answered for Kurt.
"I have visual," Jane reported a little later.
"Follow at a distance," Kurt insisted, "If you lose him, we can reacquire him later."
"Kurt, I'll be careful," Jane assured him.
"I've got a third party," Tasha warned them. "I'm not the only one tailing him."
"Could it be our mystery guy?" Patterson asked her.
"I don't know, the windows of the car are dark." Tasha responded.
"Fall back," Kurt warned her, "If you've spotted them, they probably spotted you too."
"They'll get away," Tasha argued, "Then we'll be no closer to finding out what's going on with Jane."
"Get me the license plate," Patterson suggested, "We can follow them through video surveillance."
Before Tasha could complete the number, they made their move.
"They're on him," Tasha warned as the car in front of her side swiped their suspect.
Patterson typed in the number Zapata calmly relayed.
"I'm engaging," Tasha warned them.
"No!" Patterson insisted, "Don't engage!"
Tasha hit the back of the mystery car.
"Send backup," Kurt warned Patterson and Rich.
"We're on it!" Patterson assured him.
"What's going on?" Reade entered the lab.
"Zapata's engaging in a high speed game of "you're it"," Rich said while he tried to pull up a visual of the street they were on.
"Put her on speaker," Reade demanded.
"My target has crashed," Tasha said in the coms, "I repeat we need medical."
"What about the mystery vehicle?" Patterson demanded.
"I'm still on them," Zapata confirmed.
Suddenly the passenger window opened and Tasha had barely enough time to swerve before the windshield exploded with the impact of the rounds fired.
"Shots fired!" Tasha reported, the sound of the wind making her hard to hear.
One of the rounds clearly hit her right front tire and Tasha knew she was out of the race.
"Tire's blown," She said in frustration, "Suspects are heading east on Madison."
Reade turned toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Patterson asked his retreating back,
"I'm going to get Zapata," Reade explained, "Remind her how we do things here at the FBI."
"Uh oh," Rich looked at Patterson, "I wouldn't want to be what's her name right now."
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Jane was quietly tailing her suspect as she listened to Zapata's situation. It was unlikely that Stewart was involved if someone just tried to kill him. That meant that it was a good possibility that either Lenard or Smith were involved somehow.
"Kurt," Jane worried, "Is your target stationary or on the move?"
"Stationary," Kurt advised, "We can rule out either of these men being the ones to attack Stewart."
"And the others are not in the area," Jane confirmed.
"So either Zapata just encountered our Good Samaritan," Kurt suggested, "Or the people responsible for the Orion program are doing clean up."
"None of this makes any sense," Jane worried.
Lenard pulled to the side of the road.
"My suspect has stopped," Jane said as she passed him and pulled into the next street.
"Location?" Rich demanded.
"25th and Elm" Jane reported back.
"I have visual," Rich assured her.
"What's he doing?" Jane wondered.
"Currently just sitting in his car," Rich reported.
"Is he waiting for someone?" Jane wondered.
"Well," Rich said ironically, "He's not waiting for traffic to get better, the streets are a mess."
"No kidding," Jane said as she tried to loop her way back behind the suspect.
"Wait…wait," Rich said excitedly, "Someone is approaching the vehicle."
"Any ID?" Kurt questioned.
"No," Patterson denied, "He's wearing a baseball cap."
"He's inside the car," Rich confirmed, "The car is moving…"
"I've got them," Jane assured them, seeing the vehicle pulling away.
"Don't get too close," Kurt warned her, "We don't want to tip him off."
Jane followed the car as it headed out of the city.
"We're going to lose visual," Patterson warned Jane.
"I've got them," She assured them.
Once they cleared the city, the car began to accelerate. It took Jane's full concentration to keep them in sight without giving away her position.
"I need an Agent to cover Smith," Kurt told Patterson.
"One will be there in five minutes," Patterson assured him.
"Jane I'm coming to back you up," Kurt insisted.
"Kurt," Jane tried to sooth him, "I've got this. They aren't getting away from me."
"For all we know" He worried, "They know your tailing them and are leading you in to an ambush."
She hadn't thought of that.
"Do you want me to call off surveillance?" Dr. Coleman's words about taking steps to ensure Kurt's emotional wellbeing still in the forefront of her mind
"No," Kurt assured her, "Just don't engage without backup."
"I won't," Jane assured him.
It was only five minutes later when the car turned into the drive of an abandoned warehouse.
"We have our destination," Jane warned the team.
"We've got it," Patterson assured her, "You're GPS location has been sent to backup. Kurt's still ten minutes out."
"I hope that whatever they're doing in there takes longer than ten minutes," Jane worried.
Six minutes later she could hear the sound of shots being fired.
"Shots fired inside the warehouse," She reported.
"DO NOT ENTER THAT WAREHOUSE," Kurt warned her, "Wait for backup."
"Copy," She confirmed. It went against everything in her to wait, but it wasn't just about her anymore…
She suddenly caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning she could only glimpse the man that was leaving the scene.
There was something about him….it was almost like….
Suddenly something hit the hood of her car. Startled she turned back to see a very bloody Lenard slumping down leaving streaks of blood down the hood.
"Help me," He coughed, blood running out of his mouth.
Kurt screeched into the lot, just as Jane opened her door to get out of the vehicle.
"You okay?" He worried as they converged on Lenard.
"I'm good," Jane assured him, kneeling down next to the dying man.
"YOU!" He gasped, his hand clutching her arm.
"Help is on the way," Jane assured him.
The man reached for a knife connected to his belt.
Even as he raised the weapon, Kurt easily subdued him. Jane stepped back out of range.
Lenord died before they could even process his actions.
"He was trying to kill me," Jane turned to look at Kurt in shock.
"We need to find the man that was with him," Kurt worried.
Jane drew her gun and looked over her shoulder. The man was gone.
"I think he got away." She worried.
He warned her, "Get back in the car."
She didn't argue. She wasn't sure what was going on or who was behind it, but she didn't doubt she was somehow right in the middle.
Kurt walked over to lean down to look at her. Just then the warehouse behind them was leveled with a massive explosion that left no doubt that any evidence inside was now beyond their grasp.
Jane instinctively reached out and pulled Kurt inside the vehicle with her. He didn't resist and as the world shook around them he shielded her against his chest.
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The man smiled at the predictable reaction of Kurt Weller. If it weren't for the fact that Weller was confined by the rules of law, he might be successful in keeping his wife alive. When you're facing an enemy with no rules and no conscious, a little more ruthlessness is required. It's a good thing she had him.
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You want to explain to me what you were doing?" Reade demanded looking over at Tasha with a serious expression.
"I was doing my job," Tasha countered, "The same as everyone else."
"I know you're used to being on your own and the CIA doesn't follow the same rules as everyone else," Reade argued, "But this isn't how we do things. You had no backup and couldn't even verify how many assailants were in the car. You shouldn't have engaged."
"If I hadn't," Tasha argued, "Stewart would be dead."
"We don't even know if Stewart is a part of all this," Reade argued, "He might be as dirty as the one's trying to kill him."
"What's this really about?" Tasha demanded.
"You could have been killed," Reade said bluntly. "You can't keep taking these stupid risks and rushing in without backup. The FBI wants you back, but if you can't follow procedure, you're gone."
Tasha turned away from him. The FBI might want her back, but Reade clearly didn't. Her chest ached as she realized just how badly she screwed everything up.
"Understood," She said impassively.
Reade shot her a worried look she didn't see. The remainder of the ride was completed in silence.
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"There's nothing left," Patterson reported later that evening.
"What about the bullet that killed Lenard?" Kurt asked her.
"He wasn't shot," Patterson denied, "He was stabbed."
"But I heard the shots!" Jane protested.
"Lenard might have tried to shoot his assailant," Patterson suggested.
"Did you see anything Jane?" Rich asked her.
"I saw someone in the woods, walking away." She admitted.
"Did you recognize him?" Patterson asked her.
"No," Jane denied, "He was too far away, but there was something about him. He was familiar."
"Did he see you?" Rich worried.
"I don't know," Jane admitted, "He didn't look toward me…"
"It's a good thing you didn't go into the warehouse," Reade suggested, "If you had, the man that was trying to save you might have been the one to kill you, if that was even him."
"That wouldn't have happened," Patterson denied.
"Why?" Reade asked her.
"The warehouse was remotely detonated, it wasn't on a timer." She explained.
"So you think he was watching?" Reade demanded.
"I'm sure he was," Patterson said, "It wasn't until after Weller had Jane get back into the car that the bomb went off."
"Well, I'm completely creeped out," Rich told them.
Weller wasn't feeling great about the situation either.
"What's the status on Stewart?" Reade asked Patterson.
"Alive, but not conscious," She reported.
"So another dead end." Reade said in frustration.
"Is Agent Simpson still tailing Smith?" Kurt asked.
"Yes," Reade confirmed.
"I think we should bring him in," Kurt said seriously.
"I'll have him picked up," Reade agreed, "Before anything happens to him."
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Rocky Smith sat in holding saying nothing.
The team watched him through the glass.
"How do we approach this?" Reade looked at Kurt.
"I'll talk to him," Jane was the one that answered.
"Let's go," Kurt didn't like it, but they needed answers.
"No," Jane denied, "Let me go alone."
"Jane…" Weller shook his head.
"If he's not a part of whatever this is," Jane reminded him, "He's going to think I'm dead."
"She's right," Rich agreed looking over at Kurt.
"He's cuffed to the table," Patterson insisted.
Jane didn't say anything, she knew being cuffed wasn't a real impediment and Kurt knew it too.
"I'll be careful," She reached out to reassure him.
"I'll be right outside the door," Kurt didn't know who he was trying to reassure Jane or himself.
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When the door opened and Jane stepped into the room, Smith's composure crumbled.
"Remi…but, you're dead!" He exclaimed.
Jane walked over and pulled out the chair across from him.
"They tried," Jane admitted, "Got the rest of my Unit."
"What's going on?" Smith demanded.
"Someone is trying to kill me," Jane admitted, "And I'm not the only one. Kent, Sullivan and Lenard are all dead, Stewart is in the hospital and you're here."
"This place is starting to look better and better." He said looking at her. "And none of those men are a big loss."
"I think it might be in your own best interest to tell me whatever you know," Jane suggested.
"I don't know anything," Smith told her, "I know that Kent and Sullivan hung out, but once I was out the last thing I wanted to do was to have anything to do with any of them."
"So what are you up to now?" Jane asked him.
"Sorry," Smith smiled at her, "That ship has sailed. I've got me a wife and little girl."
"I'm sure she's very lucky," Jane said sarcastically, "The others didn't die in a good way, I'd hate for her to become a widow."
"How is it that you're still alive?" He demanded, "For all I know you're behind everything."
"If I was," Jane pointed out, "You'd already be dead."
"This is how you ask for help?" Smith chided.
"I don't need your help," She insisted, "I have someone watching my back. You're the one on your own."
"I wasn't the one they tried to kill," He reminded her, "If any of us are out in the cold, it's you."
"So if you're still in, who holds your leash?" Jane didn't even bat a lash.
"There's no leash," He denied.
"The more you talk, the less I care if you make it," Jane warned him.
"So you're doing all of this for me?" Smith said doubtfully.
"No," Jane denied, "You benefit by default, but if you care about your wife and daughter, you might want to stop posturing and start telling us what you know."
Smith looked away and said nothing.
"You can't hold me," Smith insisted, "I didn't do anything wrong."
Jane stood up, "You want to be on your own? Fine. You won't be a big loss either."
Jane walked over and the door open revealing Kurt.
"Wait!" Smith called to her.
She met Kurt's eyes and he inclined his head in respect.
Turning she looked at Smith, "Are you ready to talk?"
"I'll tell you what I know." He agreed, "It's not much, but I want you to get my wife and daughter someplace safe."
Kurt stepped into the room, "Start talking."
Rich looked over at the others, "Is there anything she can't do?"
"Not yet," Reade smiled.