That morning after Avery's appointment, Patterson sent us a message that we had a mission, but that it had nothing to do with the tattoos, arriving at her lab we were surprised to see Tasha and Patterson arguing.
- Hey! What's going on here? Reade asks.
"I discovered that a CIA plane with four prisoners crashed in central New York, and that those prisoners who were supposed to be in jail were on a black CIA site being tortured.
I cringed next to Kurt and he wraps his arm around my shoulder immediately studying my face. Memories of my passage through the black site disturb my mind.
"Tasha, did you know that?" Kurt asks.
"Of course she knew, she's from the CIA forgot?" Patterson responds sarcastically. "And you do not know the worst."
"What would be worse than that?" - I ask is my voice quivering.
"Do not you want to tell them Tasha?" Patterson says. "I'm telling you everything here.
"One of the prisoners survived the crash and fled. Tasha says nervously.
"I thought it was worse than that." Reade says.
"You did not wait for her to finish talking, Reade. Patterson sneered.
"Then say Tasha soon." Kurt says nervously.
- Okay! I'll talk. - she says. - The prisoner who ran away is .. is ..
"Talk about it, Tasha, I'm getting nervous." - I speak.
"The prisoner who escaped is Cade. Patterson stepped forward and spoke for Tasha.
- What? they all asked together.
"Nas had made an agreement with Cade, what happened?" I ask in surprise.
- I do not know Jane, when I went to CIA he was already there I tried to question, but Keaton said it was confidential. Tasha responds.
"Now Cade is loose and obviously wants revenge. Kurt says.
"Did you know all this?" Reade asks Tasha.
- I do not know, as I said it's confidential I do not have access to Cade's files, do you think I did not try to find out? - She says annoying.
"We have to find Cade, we do not know what his intentions are. Patterson says.
"Tasha, this is now FBI matter, do not contact Keaton. Reade says.
- Okay! Tasha says.
"Patterson, I want you to scan the cameras in the city, and nearby where the plane crashed. Reade orders.
- I'm on it. Patterson responds.
"Kurt and Jane, you talk to Nas, and ask her if she knows anything about it. He turns toward us and orders.
"Okay, we'll do that now. - Kurt answers.
Kurt pulls me gently to leave the room, my hands are shaking and sweating, he realizes I'm distracted and wraps his arm around my waist pulling me into the locker room.
- Are you alright? He asks worried, holding my hands.
"No, I remembered the time I spent on the black site. I answer, staring at our hands together.
He squeezes his eyes tightly and sighs.
"Forgive me for that," he says.
"You were not to blame, Kurt.
"I know, but I could not stop it. He says sadly.
"It's okay, I do not blame you. - I speak sincerely.
"You're amazing, that's why I love you." He says with a smile.
- I love you too. I say and stand on tiptoe to place a chaste kiss on his lips. - We need to talk to Nas now.
"I do not think she knows about it, if even Tasha knew. - he says.
"I hope she does not know why, if we do not have a big problem." I say, watching him dial her number.
A few minutes later Kurt had already spoken to Nas and she assured us that she did not know anything about Cade, who is as surprised as we are, but something inside me says something is wrong. Kurt trusts Nas with his eyes closed and it bothers me that we are human beings and liable to make mistakes, I have already erred with him in the past.
We went back to the lab and Patterson was with Tasha checking out the city cameras.
- Something? - I ask.
- Nothing yet. Patterson responds. "This is making me angry, Tasha, are you sure he survived?"
"Yes, I do, my source assured me. She responds.
"Then let's keep looking." Kurt says.
We were concentrating on the searches for Cade that we forgot to have lunch, nor do I realize when Kurt appears with a bag with kettles for us. Kurt asked me for a lasagne with four cheeses, he knows me so well he knows all my tastes. We stopped for a few minutes to have lunch, when we finished we went back immediately to the searches, the time went by too slow and no answer I was so tired that I ended up leaning on my arm and I fell asleep.
I was dreaming about Keaton the time I was on the black site and he tortured me, I think I must have said how much sleep I had because I suddenly woke up hugging Kurt who caressed my hair and said I was safe.
- What happened? I ask, disturbed.
"You were having a nightmare." He said, still holding me. "You talked about how much you slept."
- What I said? And why did you let me sleep? I ask annoyed.
"You asked them to stop the torture." He swallows dry. "And I let you sleep because you seemed to be tired."
I close my eyes tightly with the memories, a strong will to throw out all my lunch consumes me, I take a deep breath and the sensation does not pass I get up quickly and I run to the bathroom to vomit only realize that Kurt is behind me by that I feel his hands caressing my back.
- Are you alright? He asks worriedly.
- Yes I'm just an ill be I think, that was the lunch that made me bad. I answer, feeling another pang in my stomach.
"Was lunch spoiled?"
"I guess I did taste strange at the time, but I let it go.
"You should have told me, I would have asked to change. He says annoyed.
"Sorry, I did not think I needed it." I answer wearily.
Our cell phones whistle and Kurt quickly takes his out of his pocket.
Patterson found something. - he says.
- All right, go ahead. - I say taking a deep breath, because my stomach gives another twinge. - I'll meet you there.
- Are you sure? I do not want to leave you alone when it hurts. - he says.
"Yes, I'm getting better. - I lied. "It must be important for her to have sent us a message, go."
- Okay, I'll wait for you there. - He leaves then, looking back at me analyzing.
As he leaves I support my head on the wall breathing deeply trying to contain the nausea. Minutes later I feel better and I go to the bathroom sink to wash my face and brush my teeth, I leave the bathroom and go to the laboratory, everyone was there and they looked at me when I entered the room.
"Jane, have you improved?" Patterson asks. - Kurt told us he ate the spoiled lasagna.
- I'm better, thank you! - I answer and give a forced smile. "What did you find out?"
"Well, I found a video of Cade near where the plane crashed. - she points to the screen and rotates the video.
Cade was looking around to see if he was not followed, he was wearing a full-sleeve sweater and hood, and he was walking fast.
"We lost him at this next corner, where we do not have cameras." She snorts.
"At least we know he actually survived." - I speak.
- We just need to find him. She says, bored with herself.
It was already night and we had no news about Cade, I was tired and very sleepy, Kurt was sitting at his desk filling a few forms I get up going to him and touch his shoulder, he looks up smiles.
"I'm tired, I think I'm going home." - I speak.
- Wait, I'll go with you. He says, already arranging his papers.
- No need, you can continue with the forms. - I say. - I just need a hot shower.
- Are you sure? He asks worriedly.
- Yes I have. - I say smiling, I caress his face and put a kiss on his lips. - I'll see you at home.
- It's ok. He says and returns to his papers.
I go to the locker room to pick up my jacket and face Tasha, she seemed worried it left me on alert.
"Tasha, are you all right?" - I ask.
- Jane, be careful. - she says.
- Careful because? I look around to see if anyone is watching us.
"I know I work for the CIA, but I do not trust Keaton. She says seriously. "My source told me he's behind all this Cade story and that your greatest ambition is you."
- What? - I speak too loud.
- Shhh! He does not feel like you've run away. She says worriedly. "All this little part of him helping you get away was all facade, he wants to destroy you, be careful.
- That's not possible. I take my hand to my mouth, not believing what I heard. - I can not go back there Tasha, I can not.
"Let's protect you Jane, I'll tell everyone what I found out. She says, running her hand over my shoulder comforting me.
- Tasha, I need a favor. - I ask.
- Whatever you need. - she says.
"I'm leaving now, but could you ask the team to go there and talk more quietly?" I prefer it to be at home. - I ask.
- I will do this. She says with conviction.
"Just tell them to go there, do not tell them why." - I ask.
- It's ok. She smiles and walks out the door.
I lean into the closet and close my eyes tightly assimilating the news I just received, just thinking about the possibility of being tortured again wraps my stomach and gives me a fear I have never felt, I breathe deeply creating the strength to take my and I walk out the door to the elevator to go home.
Arriving in the parking lot I go towards the car and I realize that I'm being followed, when I turn to approach the pursuer surprised me with a punch in my jaw, I get dizzy and my vision blurred, I only see a black van and two hooded people putting a sack in my head and holding my hands. They lift me up and throw me into the van without any mercy, I feel a strong pang and excruciating pain in my ribs, a pain so strong that it makes me lose my senses I do not know how long I've been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes I was sitting in an old chair with arms and legs tied to it, and two familiar figures staring at me and smiling triumphantly.
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