A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I updated, guys. I am still working on all my stories, but between my new job and getting ready to move, I've been super busy lately. I'll finish them all eventually, I promise!

One week later

Jane hummed contentedly as she awoke and instinctively reached out to her husband, but her smile faded as she was met by cold, empty sheets for the first time in their marriage. Kurt had had to go into work early today, she recalled. He'd done his best to get out of it, but Borden had been insistent that he meet with him for a therapy session before work.

She sighed as she got out of bed, already missing the peaceful idyll of the past week, and showered and dressed quickly. Her smile returned as she strolled into the kitchen in search of breakfast and found one of Kurt's leftover homemade cinnamon rolls on the counter, along with a note instructing her to be sure she ate before coming in.

She heated the roll in the microwave and was about to do just that when a knock sounded on the door. "Roman!" she exclaimed happily as she opened the door to find her brother standing there studying her intently. "I wasn't expecting you. Is everything okay?"

Roman pushed past her into the apartment. "Everything's fine. I just haven't seen you since the wedding, and I've missed you, Remi. I thought we could go for a drive."

"Oh, I, uh . . ." Jane wasn't sure how to respond. "I don't think I ca—"

"It wasn't a request." Roman placed a hand under her elbow and steered her out of the apartment.

"Wait," Jane said, desperate to buy herself some time to find a way out of this situation. "I need to call Kurt before we go. He's expecting me at work, and he'll worry if I don't show up."

"Let him," Roman said brusquely. "You're not coming back, Remi. Your work here is done. In a few hours we're going to launch Phase Two. We're going to change the world."

Not come back? Not come back to Kurt? Jane went numb at the very thought, and she allowed Roman to lead her outside without any further resistance and place the now all-too-familiar black bag over her head before getting underway. Her heart sank with every mile that increased between her and Kurt, but she forced herself to focus her other senses on what she could glean during the drive. Once she found out what Sandstorm was planning, she would find a way to contact him, and she needed to have something for him to pinpoint her location when she did.

Roman took a much more direct route to the compound this time, helping her cause, and Jane blinked in surprise when he pulled the bag off her head as soon as she was out of the car. "What's wrong?" he asked as she looked around. "You seem nervous."

Terrified would be a better description of what she felt as she looked around and saw Shepherd's followers gearing up for their coming attack. "You never take the bag off until we get inside," Jane pointed out as she followed him in there, taking note of a water tower in the distance. "And you took us a different route this time."

Roman's expression was inscrutable. "I figured we could dispense with the formalities, now that you're not going back to the FBI. Twelve hours from now, this will all be over."

Over for whom? Jane wondered. She was beginning to think it would never really be over for her, no matter which way things turned out today. She only prayed she could live with whatever choices she was forced to make.

Roman led her to the bedroom she had stayed in previously, tersely ordering her to stay put while he stepped out to attend to some business, and she took advantage of his brief distraction to pocket the cell phone she had noticed in his hiding spot beneath the floorboard last time she was here.

"Shepherd wants to see you," he informed her when he returned, and Jane followed him without comment.

"Well," Shepherd greeted as they entered her office. "Ready for this?"

"How would I know if I'm ready when I still don't know what we're doing?" Jane shot back.

Shepherd smiled slightly as she rolled up the papers she had been studying and locked them in the file cabinet, but a man interrupted them before she could answer. "There's a problem in the armory," he told her.

Shepherd and Roman exchanged glances before leaving her alone once more. The moment they were gone, Jane leapt into action. She unlocked the file cabinet with a paperclip and spread the papers out in front of her, taking pictures of them to send to Patterson before she dialed Kurt's number.

It seemed to take forever for the call to go through, and her hands shook as she waited, aware that if Shepherd or Roman walked back in on her, it would be game over not just for her, but their child as well. "Kurt." She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally answered. "I—"

"Morning, sweetheart," Kurt greeted warmly. "I was just thinking about you." He lowered his voice. "And last night. I hope I didn't wear you out too much. You're awfully late today. Have you ea—"

"Sandstorm is launching Phase Two today," Jane interrupted. "I don't have much time, but—"

"Right," Kurt said, his blood chilling to ice as he raced out into the bullpen to alert the others. "Jane. Where are you right now?"

"I'm in Shepherd's office," Jane whispered as loudly as she dared. "I just sent some photos to Patterson. Look, I think I can help you find the compound. Roman let me see the grounds this time."

Alarm bells went off in Kurt's head. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know," Jane responded impatiently. She had wondered that herself, but there were more pressing matters at hand. "Maybe it's a play, or maybe he wanted me to see them, but . . . he said I'm not going back to the FBI." I'm not going back to you, she amended silently. "Not ever."

"Oh yes, you will," Kurt said fiercely. "Jane . . . listen to me." He searched desperately for the right words to reassure her. To reassure both of them.

"There's a water tower in the distance," Jane continued, forcing herself to put the facts ahead of sentimentality, before going on to describe the rest of what she had observed. Hopefully, it would be enough for the team to pinpoint her location. "Roman said that it will all be over in twelve hours. If I don't make it back, Kurt, I want you to know—"

"Don't," Kurt said desperately as he took the phone back off speaker and held it up to his ear. "We're coming for you, Jane, I promise. I'm coming for you. Your brother's right. This will be over. We're going to shut down Sandstorm for good. In twelve hours, you'll be back in my arms."

God, she hoped so. Jane closed her eyes briefly, relishing the lifeline his voice offered her, the love she heard beneath the fear. And then other voices sounded. "I have to go. I love you, Kurt." She hung up, praying those wouldn't be the last words she ever said to him.

But so thankful she'd had the opportunity to tell him so if it were.

xxx

Kurt ordered tactical teams to begin gearing up the moment Jane hung up on him and then escaped to the privacy of his office. He took a seat at the table, shoulders slumped, head bowed into his hands as he struggled to come to grips with what was about to happen. What had to happen.

He didn't look up when he heard the door open a few minutes later, knowing instinctively who it was. There was only one person who would invade his sanctuary at a time like this.

"Kurt?" Nas said softly as she approached. "Patterson's got a location. And we've figured out what Sandstorm is planning." She explained about the power grids and the potentially catastrophic ramifications of them using the chip they had stolen. "We need to move. Now."

Kurt looked up at her with damp eyes. "She told me she loved me. Jane," he continued when she didn't say anything. "It was the last thing she said before she hung up. Even knowing that . . ." He sucked in a breath. "How am I supposed to do this, Nas? How am I supposed to order an assault on that compound, knowing it could very well result in the deaths of my wife and unborn child?"

Nas sighed as she took the seat across from him. "I wish I had an answer for you, Kurt, but nothing about this is easy—or fair. I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but that's all the more reason that Sandstorm has to be stopped. As long as they're out there, you and Jane and your child will never truly be free, and we can't let them hurt any more innocent people."

Kurt blinked at Nas's vehemence. She'd hinted at Sandstorm's impact on her life, but she'd never really divulged the specifics of what happened. "The way they did you?" he asked quietly. "What happened, Nas?"

The corners of Nas's mouth tipped up in a humorless smile. "I'll tell you if you really want to know, but this is probably not the best time for that discussion."

"I don't care," Kurt insisted. "I need to know exactly what we're up against."

Nas sucked in a breath. "I got played," she admitted. "Both personally and professionally. Kurt, I . . . I was sleeping with the mole. I was in love with him, or at least the person I thought he was."

"I know how that feels," Kurt interjected.

"I know you do." Nas's eyes were dry as she met his gaze, but there was profound sadness in them. "But at least the person you fell in love with turned out to be exactly who you thought she was. Mine on the other hand . . ."

She looked down at her hands. "I'd always been so focused on my career that any romantic relationships ended badly, and then suddenly there he was, saying all the things I wanted to hear. I'd never dated a coworker before, but that seemed like a plus as well, since I didn't have to keep secrets from him. I was . . . I was so caught up in the romance of it all that I missed all the warning signs that he was keeping them from me. Right up until he stood me up for a lunch he had asked me to, and I walked back into the office to find he had gunned down all my colleagues on the Sandstorm investigation. One of them was still alive—barely—and she told me it was him."

"I'm sorry," Kurt said sincerely. "You deserved better, Nas."

"Yeah, well . . ." Nas shrugged slightly. "Sandstorm poisons every life they touch, Kurt. It's why I'm so determined to stop them. Whatever their objectives are, it doesn't matter to them how many lives they have to take to succeed."

"So let's go take them down," Kurt said, but just as he got to his feet, his phone rang. "Weller."

"Kurt? It's . . . it's Ian."

Kurt rocked back on his heels, stunned. Roman was the very last person he had expected to hear from today. Or ever again. He pulled the phone away from his ear and glanced at the screen, his heart sinking as he saw where the call was originating from. "Why are you calling me from a hospital, Ian?"

"Sorry," Roman apologized. "My . . . my phone died."

"What happened?" Kurt demanded. It had been nearly an hour since he had spoken to Jane, but Roman had been with her then. Which meant . . .

"We were in a car accident," Roman told him. "Another driver ran a red light and hit us. I got banged up a little, but Jane . . . it's not good. She was asking for you before she . . . They're doing what they can, but . . . Obviously, you're her emergency contact. As her husband and the . . . father of her child, there are some decisions that are going to need to be made. You need to get down here. Kurt . . ."

"I'm coming," Kurt said as he hung up the phone, reeling from the news and all the unanswered questions it raised. Why the hell had Jane and Roman been on the road, and where had they been headed? Was Sandstorm on the move?

"What is it?" Nas asked.

"Jane's, uh . . . she's been in a car accident." It was all Kurt could do to force those words past numb lips. "I have to go."

Nas laid a hand on his arm to stop him from charging out the door as her past and the present merged in her mind with stunning clarity. "No, she hasn't. It's a trap, Kurt," she said as he looked at her, uncomprehending. "Don't you see? Sandstorm lured me away from my office for some reason when they killed my colleagues, and they're doing the same with you now."

Kurt swallowed hard, her words bringing on an even more chilling fear. "But that means . . . Nas, if you're right, the only reason they would do that now is to keep me from leading the raid on their compound. Which means they know we're coming. They know Jane's loyalties are with us." Which virtually guaranteed her a short life expectancy if they didn't get there soon. He refused to consider the possibility that she could already be dead.

"It means more than that," Nas pointed out. "If they're certain enough Jane's loyalties are no longer with them to set a trap for us, then they must have a mole in this office as well, someone close enough to the team to have ascertained that. We need to find that person and . . ."

"You find them," Kurt said as he started for the door once more. "I'm going to get Jane back." If Sandstorm didn't want him at their compound, then that was exactly where he was heading. "Keep me in the loop."

"I will," Nas said, already running through the short list of potential traitors and coming up with one very likely suspect based on Weller's grumbling this morning. "Be careful, Kurt. And good luck."

"You too," Kurt said as he slipped out the door and headed off to rescue his wife.

He wouldn't draw an easy breath until she was in his arms again, and he could tell her that he loved her.

xxx

Roman had drugged her.

Jane groaned at the pounding in her head as she came back to consciousness, and memory came flooding back with a vengeance. She remembered sitting in that bedroom with him, reminiscing with him over one of the few good memories of their childhood, before her vision started to swim. He had laid her back on the bed, his face swimming over her as she fought desperately to stay conscious for Kurt and . . .

Oh god. The baby. She straightened, stiffening when she realized she was tied to the chair she was sitting in. How long had she been out? And what had happened to . . .?

"Hello, Jane," Shepherd greeted from behind her.

The tone of voice sent chills down her spine, but it was nothing compared to the cold ball of fear gripping her heart. "Is my baby all right?" she demanded. "What is this? What are you doing?"

"Your baby's fine," Shepherd told her, allowing her a brief moment of relief before adding, "For now." She paused to let that sink in. "The real question is, What have you been doing?"

"Let me go." Jane swiveled her head around and saw her brother sitting behind her with his head bowed. "Roman—"

"Your brother can't help you now," Shepherd told her. "We know that you've been lying to us, that you've been working for the FBI this whole time. There are going to be consequences for that betrayal."

"Consequences?" Jane repeated numbly before gathering herself. "Are you insane? You sent me there. I've been working for you. Roman, tell her—"

"Stop," Roman commanded, refusing to meet his sister's eyes. "You're only going to make it worse."

Jane had never felt more alone than she did in that moment, not even when she woke up naked in Times Square. "I don't know what you think you know—"

"We don't think anything." Shepherd's smile was coldly victorious as she read the desperation in Jane's eyes. She knelt down in front of her. "You're not the only one who can infiltrate the FBI. Did you really think Oscar was your only handler? That we didn't ensure other means of keeping tabs on you? Your loyalties?" She paused for dramatic effect. "Your psychology?"

Jane shook her head as the truth began to dawn on her. As memories of conversations she'd had with Borden took on a new and darker meaning.

"It was right in front of you," Shepherd said triumphantly.

"I don't believe you," Jane countered desperately, even as the truth took root in her heart. The very idea that a man she had trusted with her most intimate feelings—that the team still trusted—had been betraying their confidences to the enemy all along . . .

"It doesn't matter what you believe," Shepherd retorted. "Dr. Borden is one of us."

"When did you know?" Jane asked. "That I'd crossed to the other side?" She listened in numb silence as Shepherd detailed the inconsistencies that had exposed her true loyalties. "So you knew from the beginning."

"Oh, I wanted to kill you weeks ago," Shepherd snapped viciously in Jane's ear. "But your brother insisted he could turn you back. Turns out . . . he was wrong." She straightened up. "I have to say, though . . . I was impressed with the lengths you took to sell your cover. Pretending to sleep with Weller and get pregnant with his child simply to further our mission . . . that's something the old Remi would have done. Perhaps there's still something of her left in you after all."

"Of course there is," Roman spoke up. "Like I told you, Shepherd, my sister is still in there. She just needs to be free of Weller's influence."

Free from Weller's influence? Jane wondered with mounting dread. What the hell did that mean? What the hell did they have planned for her? Whatever it was, she wouldn't give in easily. She wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Yes, well, we'll see." Shepherd studied Jane, noting the defiance in her eyes. "Hold that thought. There's something I want you to see." She strode out of the room.

"Roman," Jane said once Shepherd was gone, turning toward her brother once more. "Roman! You can't let her do this. You and I are blood. This child I'm carrying is your niece or nephew. I love my baby just as much as our parents, our real parents, loved us. They died trying to make the world a better place for us, to save people, not harm them. What Shepherd is doing goes against everything they stood for. Don't let their sacrifice be in vain. Please . . . help me stop her."

Roman got up and slowly walked over to his sister. "I believed in you. I fought for you. And all I got back were lies and betrayal. It's over . . . Jane."

Tears sprang to Jane's eyes as her brother disavowed her, but the heartbreak in his voice gave her hope that she could still reach him. She was just opening her mouth to respond when Shepherd returned. "I thought you might be missing your friends," she greeted as she set up the projector. "Let's see what they're doing, shall we?"

Jane's breath caught in her throat as the images flashed on the wall. "What is this?" she asked desperately, unable to tear her eyes away as agents converged on a building that was all too familiar.

Shepherd watched for a moment before turning back to Jane. "Did you really think we'd let you call them if we didn't want you to?"

"No," Jane groaned as the horrible truth began to dawn on her. She yanked at her restraints as the team entered the house. "Kurt . . ."

Shepherd whirled at the agony in her voice, stunned to see Weller there. "You told me Weller was on his way to the hospital to be with Jane," she hissed at Roman.

"That's what he told me," Roman shot back. He looked at Jane. "We told him you'd been in a bad car accident, and he needed to get to the hospital right away. I guess he doesn't care for you as much as you thought."

"Or he's smarter than you thought," Jane fired back. She had no doubts of his feelings for her. "He saw through your little trap."

"Perhaps," Shepherd agreed, "but it really doesn't matter. We have contingency plans in place for any eventuality." Her smile grew triumphant as she looked at Jane. "I want to thank you for playing your part so perfectly. We couldn't have done this without you."

"Done what?" Jane asked in dawning horror.

"Phase Two isn't actually finished today," Shepherd told her. "But your husband and team are. And you're going to watch." She turned back to the screen and waited for the opportune moment before pressing the button in her hand.

"No!" Jane screamed as an explosion rocked the compound before the screen went dark. She yanked at her bonds as if she could somehow free herself and get to them, save them. Tears filled her eyes as an agony more intense than she had ever known flooded through her as her mind struggled to process the awful truth.

She had led her team into a trap, and now they were dead. Kurt was dead.

And she wished more than anything that she had died right alongside him.

xxx

If Jane had been in that house, she was dead. Kurt leaned against his SUV and cast his gaze over the still-smoldering rubble once more, hope warring with despair inside him as he took in the awful scene. Sandstorm had triggered the explosion only moments after they had entered, sparing he and his team certain death, but obliterating anything—and anyone—further inside. Including several of his agents.

And in the hours since, no one had heard from Jane. He glanced down at the phone clenched tightly in his hand, willing her to call, but the screen remained stubbornly black. He was no fool. Every second that ticked by without hearing her beloved voice made it less and less likely that he would do so, that he would ever again hold her or make love to her or watch her stomach swell with their child. Sandstorm had robbed him of that future in an instant.

Kurt dropped to his knees and wept as the agony finally became too much for him to bear.