Memento Mori

A Selection of shorts and unrelated one-shots. Mostly stuff that comes to my head while watching the show or things I think should have happened. Things I would like to see. Jane Centric, but there will be shorts about the other characters as well.

First of all. Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter. I really enjoyed writing it and I really hope they touch on it in the show. I am glad you liked it.

This one is a little but more lighthearted. So I hope you enjoy.

Also, just want to say again that I have posted my own original story on WatPad (Under the same Pen-Name) It's called Surface and I would really appreciate your thoughts on it. (I have updated and edited it recently.)

Anyway hope you enjoy the chapter!

Oh Brother, My Brother

Jane takes Roman out for Ice-Cream

It had taken months of asking, about hundred signed forms and around the clock pestering to get Pellington to say yes, but when Jane had walked into the office that morning with a question on her lips; the same question she had harassed Pellington with, three times a day for exactly two months and seven days. He had finally caved and said yes, or to be more precise. Screamed it.

Roman was finally allowed out of his cell for something other than a mission.

Jane had practically skipped all the way down to Zero division, keying in the code to the door and throwing a pair of clean clothes onto her sleeping brother. Roman shot up with a grunt, looking towards the open door.

"Get up. We're going for ice-cream!" Jane said excitedly, then turned and left, leaving her sleepy confused brother to get dressed.

When he stepped out of the elevator, he could see Kurt talking with Jane, his jaw set as he spoke. Jane seemed as if she was only half listening, smiling widely as she saw Roman step out of the elevator. She practically skipped towards him, causing a few agents to look at her with confusion. Roman had to admit. It was a strange sight to see his sister, a woman that was always so serious and focused, skipping through the offices of a government building. He glared at the agents as they whispered something to one another, something that made them look at his sister with lust in their eyes.

He curled his hand into a fist.

They went to the park roughly ten blocks away from headquarters. The sun was shining brightly; birds were singing and there was a cool breeze that blew through the leaves of the trees above them. Roman surveyed the area, feeling eyes on him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed his sister. It was sad to think that something as simple as walking through the park would feel so alien to him. He often wondered if Jane felt the same.

He moved his eyes towards the two elder men playing chess, then towards the joggers that had stopped at the fountain for a drink. He inspected the couple that held each other under a large tree just beside the water fountain and glared at a man that passed him talking on his phone.

"If you are looking for the agents that are keeping an eye on us, they're the two guys sitting on the bench by the bike racks." His sisters voice greeted his ears and he turned to look at her, a smirk on her face as she dragged him towards the ice-cream stall that rested right in the middle of the park.

"I knew Pellington wouldn't actually let us out without escorts." She chuckled. "Even if those escorts are trying to stay hidden."

Roman risked a glance towards them, finally realising how much they stood out. He chuckled.

"Sorry." He said. Jane turned to face him.

"They're not only keeping an eye on you Roman." His sister admitted. "Pellington thinks I am completely unaware that he has had a group of agents tracking my every movement. Ever since I came back to the FBI."

Roman frowned. Jane shrugged.

"I guess I can't blame him…you know regarding our more than chequered pasts." Jane explained. Roman looked to the floor. Jane turned towards the ice-cream cart and perused the menu for a second.

"What one do you want?" She asked Roman, he looked towards the flavours on the board. His eyes drawn towards the chocolate chip.

"That one?" He questioned, seeming insure.

Jane smiled and nodded her head, ordering one for him and a pale green one for herself. He frowned. Pistachio.

He watched as she handed over a crumpled five dollars and smiled sadly. He knew that Jane had just spent what little money the FBI gave her to buy them both an Ice-cream. Taking the treats from the stall-vender, she held the chocolate one out towards him. A childish smile painted on her features.

"How did you know you liked chocolate?" She asked him. He shrugged.

"Just a feeling I guess."

She nodded, remembering how hard it had been to order her first ice-cream. Roman had always been much better when it came to remembering things. It both relived and terrified her.

Outside the park, a car backfired. An echoing thump that caused Roman to jump and lower to the ground, his left arm grabbed his sister's wrist as he looked towards the direction of the sound. Realisation crossed his features as he realised he was in no immediate danger. Jane watched him with a sad expression as her brother's brow creased in anger, his cheeks holding a red tinge as he looked down with an embarrassed expression.

"Don't worry." She said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "The first time that happened to me, someone let a party popper off in the office. I almost shot the poor cleaning lady." Jane explained. Roman couldn't help but smile. It faded when he realised the ice-cream his sister had just bought him now lay in a pile on the floor. The naked cone still held tightly in his hand. The siblings looked down at the quickly melting chocolate and Jane smiled. Moving her ice-cream close to Romans, she pushed the thick ball of Pistachio from her own cone and on to Roman's, licking her finger clean before biting into her dry ice-cream-less cone. Roman beamed, his face holding an innocence you would only see on a small child. His eyes silently thanked her as he bit into the frozen treat. Making a face at the sudden pain in his head.

Jane laughed at his brain freeze as they moved to sit on a nearby bench.

They sat on the bench for what seemed like hours. Simply watching the people that walked by. Roman sat with his legs far apart, his back leaning against the freshly painted wood of the chair, his arms crossed over his chest. Jane sat next to him, her legs tucked under her and her eyes glazed over, looking towards a family of four that sat at a picnic bench just opposite the children's playground.

Roman felt a chill wind cool his face and had only now realised that the sun was slowly sinking behind the tall buildings to his left. He smiled as it blew through his hair. It was a welcomed sensation. It made him feel free and by the look on his sister's face, as she closed her eyes and let the wind sweep her hair from her shoulder, she felt the same way.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt so…normal. It was not a familiar feeling. It felt strange, but the good kind of strange. The kind of strange that left a tingling feeling in your chest and put a smile on your face.

He considered the quickly darkening sky, the almost abandoned park seeming to grow darker with every passing moment. He pulled his jacket around him as the wind chilled his skin.

"I guess we should be getting back to the FBI?" He asked. Jane moved her large green eyes toward him, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips.

"I guess."

"I can go back to my cell…" Roman started, turning to face his sister. "You can go back to yours."

"I don't have a cell Roman."

"Your doors might open when you want them too, but that place you call home is still a prison."

Jane sighed at his words. The smiled sadly once more.

"It was nice to feel normal for once…" She said, then moved her eyes towards the park. Another smile crossed her face. This time, more light-hearted than the last.

"We don't have to go back just yet." She said, getting to her feet. She turned to Roman, her face lighting up with an expression of mischief. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked also rising to his feet. She looked towards the park once more, then back at Roman.

"Remember what it's like to play on a swing?"

He frowned, looking towards the empty children's playground, two swings blowing gently in the breeze. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as they raced each other towards the park, Jane's hearty chuckle making his own chest rumble with carefree laughter.

Hope you enjoyed. Again, tell me if there are any mistakes. :) Next one up soon!