AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, sorry it's such a late update. I have been very busy, between school work, dance class, and the fact I just recently had to take the SATs. (Yay me.) I am on break right now, so things are kind of slow. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter though, because honestly I love the idea of it, but the way I wrote it kind of disappointed me. I felt like it could have gone better. I'm still excited though, please tell me what you think.

WARNING: There is torture, PTSD, and, although not directly said, thoughts of Suicide. If this triggers anyone at all, or you think you can't handle it I would advise you to only read the first part of this chapter, Kurt's part, and skip Jane's part. It is not advised to skip Kurt's part as it is a major part of the story, and you will be confused later on.

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

This chapter is dedicated to kyoko minion, Pulsar, and especially Leena. You have no idea how happy I am to hear you are enjoying my story. I'm sorry it's been a bit slow, but your kind words inspire me. Thank you for taking the time to comment!

CHAPTER SEVEN: Scars Are As Deep As Secrets


Kurt gripped the photograph in his hands, rubbing his thumb over one side. This wasn't possible, not real. The girl in this photo shouldn't exist, yet somehow she did. Maybe it was photoshopped, made to look like the person he once knew. Shepherd was the one who provided them with the information that lead to the photo, this could be a whole setup; her laughing at her victory somewhere, because she's managed to fool the FBI more times than she could count. But why would she stage all this? It had to be real, Patterson said it was, but it feels more like a dream—a nightmare. Maybe it's not the picture, but him. He has the proof right in his hands, but if he actually believes it then that makes his whole life feel like a lie.

And the girl that stares back at him with those big eyes, he was positive he put her behind him; because he did, Taylor Shaw is dead, killed at 5 years-old. Kurt even gave her a peaceful resting spot. Yet as Alice Kruger stares up at him with those Hazel eyes, that match both Taylor and Jane, he didn't understand. He still doesn't, having hours to process it. It can't be real, it just can't.

"Are you telling me this is Jane? Alice Kruger is Jane. This has to be some kind of sick joke."

"Kurt it's real, trust me."

He did trust her, he trusted Patterson with his life. It's Shepherd he doesn't trust. He's sick and tired of her games.

"I made sure to dig up everything I could to make sure it was true before I showed you that picture. Shepherd was telling the truth about Jane's past."

Kurt looked once more at the photo, almost as if the girl would change into someone he never saw before. This couldn't be Taylor, had found her remains himself. The girl in this photo though was alive, and double her age. Yet, they looked identical. "I just...I don't understand. This can't be Taylor."

"And you're sure, because maybe your father—"

Kurt's eyes darkened for a brief moment at the mention of that monster. "Look I know for a fact. I told you I found her body."

"If your so convinced it's a setup," Tasha said, playing into his theory, "Could Shepherd have really set up a fake body as well? I mean she did go through a lot of trouble already."

"No, that's impossible. Taylor was buried with her favorite doll and the boots she wore everyday. There's no way shepherd could have possibly known those little details."

And now that it has been hours since that talk, yes that could have been a possibility—but a very small one. But why go through all the trouble of planting a body there, in a spot she had no clue about for him to find, if she thought Taylor's disappearance was for good? That's what doesn't make sense to Kurt. There's just certain details Shepherd couldn't have possibly known. It did come together, considering Shepherd didn't know Jane when she was five years old.

"There were reports of what Taylor would have been wearing when she went missing, maybe she did her research."

"Yeah, but never was it mentioned that she was carrying a doll on her let alone what it looked like. The body I found was Taylor." Patterson looked at Tasha, knowing there was only one option left. "They have to be related then." Kurt's head shot up,"I'm not buying it. This has to be fake."

"Kurt," Tasha started,"We have more photos than that. Patterson did everything she could to prove they were fake, and she can't find them to be tampered with."

"So what, your trying to tell me Emma Shaw had twins? That Taylor had a sister. There's no way, Emma loved Taylor more than anything. She wouldn't have given up a child."

How wrong he was. As he sits on his couch and looks at the two birth certificates, both signed by Emma, you can say he's seeing it in another perspective. Apparently she had a second daughter, and she named her Arin Shaw before giving her up.

"Kurt you were a kid, she wouldn't have told you. There must have been some reason." Kurt shook his head in denial, his anger flaring. He wasn't mad at Emma, but more upset at the fact she wouldn't have told him later on as an adult. In a way he did understand, if Taylor was a twin it would have been too painful on her to even think about another little girl that looked exactly like her missing one. It's not exactly like he could ask her now, considering she passed away years ago. "There's something else you should see," Patterson said. The tech searched through a folder on her table before settling on two identical sheets of paper. "Here."

Kurt looked up at Patterson confused. "This is Taylor's birth certificate. Why—" but as he replaced the first sheet with the second, a wave of understanding crashed through him; bringing down everything he knew.

"I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't want to bring this up again. But it is the truth." A painful one, too.

"We can't tell Jane yet, Patterson."

"What?! Isn't that what got us into this whole mess in the first place, by lying to each other?"

"I just want to get the story straight before we start telling Jane she is related to Taylor Shaw." Patterson sighed knowing this wouldn't end well, "Fine."

"What else do you have?" Kurt asked, trying to shift the subject. "Everything I know so far is in this folder."

A folder he got through in ten minutes. He can't wrap his head around it. Everything here proves Jane is related to Taylor, the photos, birth certificate, and even the adoption papers that say her name was legally changed, before she was even a year old, to Alice Kruger. All the evidence is here, and it adds up.

He's pissed though that fate worked out this way, kind of ironic, but; he's more mad at himself. He should have realized sooner who Jane was. From the beginning he thought she was Taylor, she looked exactly like an adult version of her, but the pieces didn't fit. He let his heart dictate his head. The tests said Jane was born in Africa, which makes sense now considering she wasn't born there but raised, and her DNA matched Taylor's, which he's still not sure how Shepherd pull that one off.

Rubbing his forehead with his hand, Kurt knows what he has to do. Jane needs the truth, it's not fair he keep this from her. First thing tomorrow he will tell her in person, this isn't a conversation for over the phone. Before that, he needs a decent nights rest.


Jane shut the door to her safehouse, a weird silence filling her ears that she hasn't heard in days. For almost three days straight she's been pushing herself, forcing her body to continue on with the mission, but it was hard both physically and mentally. Her mobility is limited now that she is healing from a gunshot wound—dumb on her part for asking for it, but necessary. Then there was all the bruises her body still hasn't completely healed from thanks to Keaton; not to mention the scars that would forevermark her body. Looking into the small mirror that was hanging up on the wall, Jane could finally see how terrible she felt. Dark circles sat under her eyes, her one eye that was almost completely swollen shut a few weeks back looked better. She touched it gently with her finger, flinching a little. It was still very sore. A few scratches sat on her cheeks as well, accompanied by a bruise. Maybe a hot shower would help? It's been days since she's been able to wash away the reality of what she does for a living—if you would call it a living. Jane looked away, not wanting to see the past horrors marked on her face any longer. Instead she wobbled to her staircase, holding her side, looking up. This was going to be hell getting up it, but she's sure whatever pain will surge through her won't be as nearly as bad as what she went through these past few months. She took the first few steps slow, careful not to pull the stitches, but as she made it halfway Jane knew she made a mistake going up; already too late to turn around.

By the time she made it up the stairs, her energy was drained, and feeling something wet on her hand she held her hand to her face. Blood coated it, she had bled through her padding. She quickly got to her room, discarding her clothes, and doing her best to take a shower. When she was done she put a new dressing on her wound, and put on a pair of underwear and a sports bra, feeling way too drained to put on pjs.

Standing up to brush her teeth, Jane caught a glimpse of herself in the full body mirror and she couldn't help it. She stood in front of the glass, slowly tracing a scar that ran across her stomach. It was a knife, she can remember it clearly.

"I asked you once nicely, you know if I have to ask again it ain't gonna be so pretty." Keaton smirked at her, begging for her to stay silent so he could play his little game.

The pain was blinding, almost made her wish she was dead, and as she saw Keaton's sadistic smile she knew she should have spoken about something, anything. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting her to talk, that would be a bigger win for him. It would mean he was finally breaking her, not just physically, but mentally. Jane wasn't a snitch either, the FBI might have handed her over but they were also the first ones to help her out when she knew nothing and no one. Maybe this was penance for what she did to Mayfair and Oscar, although he had it coming. Her silence was a way of protecting her old frien— could she even call them that? She betrayed them, the only people she knew well enough to call family. No, she wouldn't betray them again. Jane looked up at Keaton, smirking back at him the best she could with her swollen lip.

He smacked her, eyes flaring with anger. "Now why would you do that." Silence. Jane knew better, his question wasn't one he wanted answered, there would be a consequence either way. "I tried to play fair. Give me the knife." Keaton took the object, lifting up her shirt, slowly running the blade across her stomach.

Jane flinched back a little, tears gathering in her eyes, as if the pain was still there from when she was slashed. She took her other hand, tracing another scar on her right arm; Burn marks.

"I'm tired of this and I think you are too. If you just give us what we want, you'll be free from all this torment. Now we want to know who you are, can you start with something simple?" Jane could barely hear his request though, as she sat in her safe haven in her mind far away from Keaton.

"Fine, have it your way," Keaton muttered bitterly. He took the glowing hot piece of metal and brought it to her forearm, the pain a mere numb sensation. Not only would she feel that later in the cell, but she's sure it will leave quite a mark.

She explored the rest of the map that now lay on top of the inked one forever, slowly one by one. She had experienced it sure, but never did she stop to look at what Keaton had done to her. She was too busy trying to escape and avoid the FBI. A tear fell down Jane's right cheek, and once they came she couldn't stop. A choked sob escaped her lips, and slowly she sank down to the floor hugging her knees to her chest, not caring about her stitches or the pain that flared in her side. At this moment, she just wanted all of it to be over.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I hope it was a fun read. I know it took quite some time to figure out who Jane was, and there's still so much more to come. So the end of this chapter got a bit darker, which to me seemed like a different turn compared to others before. I felt like I was down-playing Jane's mental status a little, and after everything she went through she would be in a very messed up state of mind. I wanted to start showing you how she is handling things, and pretty much it is going to get worse before better. It's a journey though. Please tell me what you thought, and like always, until next update!