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Jane tossed her head looking around desperately.

She could see someone in the distance, but no matter how quickly she moved, she couldn't catch them.

She needed to get them…

"Wait!" She called desperately.

Her hand reached out but something was holding her back.

"NO!" She cried out, feeling suddenly bereft.

"Jane….Jane!" Kurt called to her.

She jerked awake with tears still on her face.

"Are you okay?" He worried, pulling her against him.

"I…I was dreaming," Jane said, apology in her voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"What were you dreaming?" Kurt worried.

"I…I don't know," She said in confusion.

"Come here," Kurt eased her back down and pulled her against him.

Jane snuggled even closer.

"You're cold," He worried, rubbing his hand up and down her arm in concern.

"I feel frozen," She whispered.

"You think it was a memory?" Kurt worried.

"I don't know." She didn't want to remember.

"Can you go back to sleep?" Kurt asked her.

"I think so," Jane assured him.

Kurt began to run his hand up and down her back soothingly. He knew the moment she succumbed. He kept up his gentle administrations for several more minutes taking comfort in her peaceful slumber.

Everyone kept telling him to give Jane space to find her new normal, but watching her struggle caused his heart to ache. All he wanted was to take away the things that were hurting her and give her the peace she'd worked so hard to earn.

Even from beyond the grave Roman and Sheppard still were grasping at her and trying to bring her down. How could he protect her from the specters of her past? Would she even want him to?

Kurt finally closed his eyes and joined her in sleep. With his arms holding her close and his heat keeping the cold away Jane slept peacefully the rest of the night.

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"We have a problem," Rich warned them the next morning.

"What's going on?" Jane worried, looking over to see Reade's office full of people.

"The CIA found out Tasha is back working with us," Rich explained, "They're demanding that she be taken into custody and turned over to them."

"How can they not have any fail-safes in the event that one of the handler's gets injured or dies?" Jane demanded.

"They do have them," Patterson explained walking up to them, "That's why they don't believe her. Keaton didn't know who he could trust, so he didn't tell anyone."

"What's Reade going to do?" Kurt asked, looking back over at the office with a scowl.

"He's trying to hold them off," Rich explained, "But they have a warrant. If he doesn't honor that, they're both in trouble."

"We can't let them take her," Jane insisted, her eyes clouded with memories.

"They won't torture her if she just tells them what she knows," Patterson insisted. She still struggled with the fact that Tasha kept so many secrets from them.

"That's not technically true," She denied, "They won't believe her."

"How can they ever know if anyone is telling the truth?" Rich asked them.

"I guess they figure after enough torture, if the story stays the same and fits their narrative, they believe them," Kurt suggested.

"I told them for three months I didn't remember anything and that never stopped them," Jane denied.

Kurt closed his eyes at that reminder.

"Can't we cite the ongoing investigation and label her a witness?" Kurt asked Patterson.

"That could work," Patterson agreed, "But the interim Assistant Director of the CIA is trying to make a name for herself. She wants that job permanently, so the only way that's going to happen is to get some wins under her belt."

"Taking down a former CIA Agent as a spy would be a big win for her," Rich agreed, "Being responsible for exposing that agent's cover is a loss. I don't see her backing down too easily."

"Even if we can prove she's wrong?" Jane argued.

"How are we going to do that?" Rich looked at her expectantly.

Jane remained silent.

"Exactly," Rich pointed out, "Without Keaton, Tasha is going down."

Jane felt the guilt rise. The fact that Keaton had been shot trying to protect her hadn't sat well with her, but for Tasha to have to pay for the same mistake made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

"Tasha's actually not why I came to find you," Patterson admitted.

"What could possibly be more important right now?" Jane asked her.

"We have a new lead on Roman's data caches." Patterson admitted.

"Right now?" Rich asked in surprise.

"We need something to bring down HCI Global. This new cache might have something that can help Tasha." Patterson argued.

"Where is it?" Jane worried.

"Right here in New York," Patterson assured her.

"Then we'll go and get it," Kurt said with determination, "Hold them off as long as you can."

"We will," Patterson assured them, looking over at Reade's office with a worried expression.

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Jane, Kurt and their team of four other agents entered the building quietly.

"I think this might be a little convenient," Jane worried.

"You think it's a setup?" Kurt looked over at her.

"How many of Roman's hiding spots have been in a place even remotely close to home?" Jane looked over at him.

Kurt frowned as the truth of her words sank in.

"We're just over halfway through finding them, it stands to reason some of them could be in New York," Kurt suggested, "But be alert."

Jane nodded her compliance and the team moved in.

Separating in to groups of two, they fanned out looking for anything that would lead them to Roman's hiding place.

"Jane," Kurt called to her, pointing to the graffiti tree symbol painted on the wall.

They shared a look.

As Kurt went to step closer, Jane called to him, "WAIT!"

It was too late. Kurt fell through the trap door partially hidden by a tarp.

Rushing over the door closed before she could see if he was okay.

"Kurt…do you copy?" Jane demanded.

The ensuing silence made her stomach twist.

"What's going on?" Patterson demanded.

"Kurt fell through a trap door in the floor. He's not responding. Is there a basement?" Jane demanded.

"It's not so much a basement," Rich warned her, "Its a tube like shaft that leads down into the cities infrastructure."

"How far down does it go?" Jane demanded.

"At least 60 feet," Patterson told her, looking over at Rich in dismay.

"I'm going in," Jane told them.

"NO!" Rich insisted, "If he's unconscious at the bottom, you could be the one that kills him!"

"How else to I get down there?" Jane was becoming impatient.

"There's a ventilation shaft," Rich assured her, "It's to the right of your location…but Jane, its small."

"How small?" She demanded.

"It will be a tight squeeze even for you." Rich admitted.

Patterson turned off her coms, "Jane has claustrophobia," She hissed at Rich.

"It's the only way down there," Rich insisted.

Turning back on her coms, Patterson said hesitantly, "Jane…"

Jane looked down at the narrow opening and felt like she was going to throw up. She felt her head swim and her hands shake, but Kurt was down there…and might be hurt. It was the deciding factor.

"I'm entering the shaft now," Jane reported back.

Ten feet inside the narrow opening, Jane lost communications. It went from looking like a coffin to feeling like one. Alone inside her mind was not a place she could afford to be right now. Taking a few deep breaths she tried to mentally overcome her growing panic.

She came to a fork in the shaft and hesitated. The last thing she wanted to do was get lost in these tunnels. It was doubtful that the team she'd left behind would be able to fit in the narrow opening she'd entered. The tunnel widened somewhat and she was able to get off her stomach and start crawling. It wasn't much, but it was enough to hold the darkness at bay. Kurt was down here, and he could be hurt. That was the only thing that kept pushing her forward.

Then it happened, the light she was using began to flicker on and off before it abruptly died. Just like that Jane was back in that coffin. Just as her panic began to consume her mind, she looked up and realized there was a light coming from the distance. She began to methodically crawl toward that dim light. She didn't realize how erratic her breathing had become. Fighting tears she concentrated on getting to Kurt.

Just when she didn't think she could stand it even a moment longer she looked up and froze. There at the end of the shaft was…Roman.

Blinking she began to shake her head. She was hallucinating again. Had the zip returned? The fear of the tunnel suddenly took a back seat to the possibility that she hadn't been cured at all…

Before she could say anything she heard it, "JANE!"

It was Kurt! Looking over toward where the sound came from she realized there was a side tunnel that led to an opening. When she looked back the tunnel in front of her was empty once more. She knew Roman wasn't real. No way could he have ever fit through the narrow opening she'd come in through.

She turned toward where she knew Kurt was. As she neared the end of the shaft, she realized that there was a cover over the opening. Pushing against it with her hands had no effect. She needed to use her feet, but the shaft was too narrow to turn around.

"Kurt!" She called out, "Can you hear me?"

"Jane?" Kurt responded back.

"Are you okay?" She worried.

"I'm fine," He assured her, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the vent," She explained, "I can't get the cover off."

Kurt looked up, but the vent was too high for him to reach. He felt his adrenalin kick in when he realized just how small the opening was.

"Jane," Kurt tried to reassure her, "It's going to be okay."

"I'm trapped," She hated the tremor in her voice when she admitted that.

"No," Kurt insisted calmly, "You're not. You have air and I'm right here. We're going to get you out."

"Can you pull on the vent from that side?" Jane all but pleaded.

"No," Kurt denied, "It's too high."

"Kurt…" Jane was losing it. Now that she knew he was okay, she suddenly wasn't.

"Can you go back the way you came?" Kurt urged her.

"I don't have a light," Jane denied, "It died."

Kurt looked around the room for another opening. There wasn't one.

"I'm going to scoot back to the last fork," Jane finally told him, "I should be able to turn around there so that I can push with my feet."

"How far is it?" Kurt worried.

"Not far," Jane insisted, her hands trembling.

Kurt kept up a running commentary while Jane suited actions to words. She hung on his words like a security blanket.

"Move," She urged him when she'd finally gotten into position.

Kurt did as she requested.

Her first kick was laced with desperation and the vent cover gave half way. Two more desperate kicks and it fell down the twelve feet to the floor below.

"Jane…wait!" Kurt urged her when her legs appeared in the opening. "It's pretty far down."

"Move," She urged him, "Anything is better than being in this hole!"

"Okay," He encouraged her, "Come on, I've got you."

Positioning himself at the best angle to catch her he waited. She didn't make him wait long.

Hanging from the opening briefly to take in the fall, she let go without fanfare.

He caught her against him and they both went down, none the worse for wear.

"Are you okay?" They both demanded of the other.

Suddenly Kurt was smiling.

"I'm fine," He assured her, "You did it! You faced your fear."

"I guess losing you is a bigger fear," She admitted, looking down into his face with a tender expression.

Leaning in he kissed her, his arms tight around her.

"I know that feeling," He shuddered.

It was at that moment Jane knew she should admit to seeing Roman in the narrow shafts, but she didn't. Resting her head against his chest she just couldn't make herself admit that she might still be sick. She knew that this would devastate him and she knew she couldn't keep it from him forever, but she was determined to find out for sure first…

"I found Roman's cache," Kurt admitted.

"Now we just need to find a way out of here…" Jane worried.

"There's a door in the North end of the room," Kurt explained, "But I don't have any door charges."

"I do," Jane assured him, reluctantly climbing to her feet. "I wonder where it goes…"

"Well," Kurt looked over at her, "Let's find out together."