The party was in full swing when Jane and Reed walked in.
Loud and wild bodies gyrated on the dance floor. Alcohol was flowing freely and drugs openly consumed.
Jane shared a look with Reed when they witnessed a couple being intimate on a table next to the dance floor, white powder coating the surface.
They moved past them onto the dance floor. It was during the second song that they were approached.
"This is a private party," One of the older alumni warned them.
"We enjoy private parties," Jane told him with a smile.
"Well maybe you can stay," The man looked Jane over with a smirk.
"We're party planners," Reed explained, "We heard you might be able to provide product."
"Where'd you hear that?" The man looked away from Jane and back to Reed.
"A little bird told me," Reed said cryptically.
"Come with me," The man said before turning away.
Jane and Reed followed after him.
They entered a room and came to a stop when four men turned toward them with a frown.
"What's this?" One of them looked at them with a scowl.
"We have a couple here that want product." The man that escorted them explained.
Kurt and Tasha sat in the van outside and listened to the conversation.
"You don't come in here like it's the mall," The man laughed at Reed and Jane, "You need to prove your interest…try the product."
Jane shared a look with Reed.
"We sell it," Jane denied, "We don't use it."
Pulling his gun out the man looked at them with suspicion, "Are you sure?"
Before Jane could say anything more, Reed moved forward.
"Why not?" He agreed bending down he took the line without further comment.
Jane watched in mounting disbelief.
Kurt looked at Tasha, "Did he just take drugs?"
Tasha looked back at Kurt, her eyes wide and dismayed.
"Team," Kurt said over the com, "Move in."
Reed felt the effect of the drugs immediately.
"That's more like it," The man put his gun away and laughed as he watched Reed take a second line.
"What about you honey?" The man moved over to Jane and looked her up and down.
"I'm here to do business," Jane denied, "Not party."
"We only do business with people who party with us," The man denied with a smirk.
"Then I guess we'll have to find our product elsewhere," Jane insisted.
"See," The man denied, "That's the problem. Your friend her has enjoyed our product without paying."
"How much?" Jane was so tense she felt ill.
"We could have a little fun and call us all even," The man offered, running his hand over Jane's butt.
"I'd rather pay," Jane denied moving the man's hand.
Reed stood up unsteadily.
"Hey," He moved over to Jane's side, belatedly realizing she was being harassed.
Jane was furious.
"You're friend said she doesn't like to party," The man looked at Reed with a frown.
"Sure she does," Reed denied, pulling Jane close and leaning down to claim a kiss.
Jane jerked back in response.
Reed pulled her more tightly against him. When she felt her lip split at his aggression, Jane hoped backup was coming because she knew she was about to blow their cover.
Jane's hand came up and hit Reed in the throat. While he gaged she head butted him, watching him fall on his ass.
Reaching for the gun that Kurt had been so insistent that she take, she felt the handle gratefully.
"FBI," Jane said as she pulled out the weapon.
Guns were drawn and shots fired. Jane pushed over a table and situated it between Reed and the dealers.
The best she could hope for was back up because she couldn't exactly leave Reed here by himself to get shot.
The barrage of bullets was deafening. She removed Reed's gun from him and placed one of her knees in the middle of his back where he lay on the ground.
When the door burst open she felt the race of her heart as she listened to Kurt and Tasha start taking some of the heat off them.
When it was finally over, Jane just sat there on the floor and leaned against the wall looking at Reed in disgust.
Just then the table was ripped away and Kurt was there. He took one look at Jane and pulled Reed up off the floor and his fist ensured he went right back down.
Jane didn't say anything at the exchange.
"Are you okay?" Kurt demanded.
"I'm fine," Jane assured him taking the hand he extended to her.
His eyes missed nothing as he honed in on her busted lip. When he turned back to Reed, Jane placed a hand on his shoulder, "He won't feel it anyway."
"Not now," Kurt agreed, "But it's making me feel better."
"I don't know what he was thinking," Jane looked over at Reed with a puzzled expression.
"I don't care," Kurt told her, standing too close.
"He might have done it to spare me. The drugs must be really potent for it to affect him this way. We should get the paramedics to check him out." Jane suggested.
Looking over at Tasha Jane read her expression easily. So it wasn't the first time…
Kurt looked over at Tasha, "Have him checked out."
She nodded her agreement without meeting his eyes.
Jane shivered.
Kurt immediately took off his FBI jacket and passed it to Jane.
"Put that on," He encouraged. The more skin she covered the better off he felt.
She smiled at him gratefully while pulling it on.
Reed pulled himself off the floor and looked at Kurt, "Damn, Weller…"
"You were Jane's backup," Kurt reminded him, "You practically assaulted her."
"They were going to shoot us," Reed insisted.
"Come on," Tasha pulled at Reed to get his attention, "I don't think you're in any shape for this conversation."
"I'm fine," He insisted turning back to Weller.
"You just blew the op," Kurt insisted.
"No Jane did," Reed insisted, "You couldn't just go along with it?"
Jane placed a restraining hand on Weller's shoulder at Reed's question.
"You need to go get checked out," Jane insisted, not responding to Reed's aggression.
"You're suspended," Kurt told Reed in a hard voice.
"And you're not objective," Reed taunted, before pulling away from Tasha and storming from the room.
Tasha looked at Kurt.
"My office when we get back," He told her.
Nodding she followed after Reed with a frown.
"We'll at lease we have them for assaulting a Federal Officer." Jane told Kurt, "There are enough drugs here to hold that charge as well."
Watching their backup secure the prisoners, Kurt didn't respond to her comment. His mind wasn't on the charges. Reed was right about that at least. He wasn't objective. Looking down at Jane's encouraging face, he couldn't see beyond the blood that smeared her lip.