I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters.
Okay, this is a short chapter…but it's something…right? I usually write on and off as time permits. A little here…a little there, while I watch TV during the commercials…before I go to sleep. Then I try to finalize it first thing and get it posted. These last few days, however, I've been going for the morning marathon session. This is not working out. I'm just too busy. I will attempt to organize my real life better so that my pretend world gets the attention it deserves. No promises… Hope you enjoy. J
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Jane sat on the end of the couch, Kurt next to her and Rich next to him. As she spooned the soup into her mouth Rich kept leaning around Kurt to share some random insight on her "situation" with her.
She looked over at Tasha and Patterson helplessly and they didn't laugh at her outright, but their amusement was more than apparent.
She shot them a glare, which they ignored.
She turned her attention to the table where Reed, Roman and Stewart were sitting. None of them were paying any attention to the new team dynamic. The three of them seemed totally engrossed in their food, almost too engrossed. To say the least, things were a little awkward.
Feeling full, Jane leaned over to place her mostly empty bowl on the coffee table. Kurt took it from her and looked down as though judging whether or not she'd eaten enough before setting it down.
When he looked back up at her she shot him a warning look and he wisely just smiled.
"Are you feeling any better?" He asked instead, lacing his fingers through hers.
"I feel better," Jane assured him and it was true. Her throat was still sore, but she thought it had more to do with her sinus congestion than with any type of virus.
"I think Tasha might have found a cure for the common cold," Jane teased.
"Oh, yeah?" Kurt looked over at Tasha in question.
"Tequila," Tasha enlightened him.
"I'll have to remember that," Kurt laughed.
"Be careful," Tasha warned him, "It makes your wife sentimental."
Jane blushed and Kurt put his arm around her and kissed her cheek with a smile.
"I'll keep that in mind," He teased.
"So what did you find out?" Jane looked over at Patterson attempting to change the subject.
"To keep it brief…" Patterson said and began her explanation, Ten minutes later she concluded, "Someone that works for the United States Government is trying to kill you."
"That's keeping it brief?" Reed teased her.
The others laughed, but all of them were aware of the real threat to Jane's life.
"So what now?" Jane worried.
"Now we need to start at the beginning," Kurt told them.
"So the night I was abducted?" Jane suggested.
"No," Stewart insisted, "The wedding."
"I think this might go back a little farther than that." Kurt warned them.
"How far?" Jane worried.
"Roman," Kurt looked over at him, "You want to tell Jane what you remember?"
"You were never a member of Orion," Roman told her.
"What?" Jane gasped, "Yes I was…that's what started all of this to begin with."
"No," Roman insisted, "You weren't. You went undercover to expose the corruption in the Orion program and when they found out about it, they attempted to eliminate you."
"Undercover for who?" Jane was struggling to understand any of this. Just when she thought she knew enough about her past to be able to move forward, the rug was pulled out from beneath her feet.
"The NSA," Roman admitted.
"But…" Jane protested, "If that was true, then Nas would have known that all along."
"Yes," Roman agreed, "She did."
"But she knew I'd been taken to the CIA black site, why didn't she intervene?" Jane felt sick.
"Once you memories were wiped, the NSA went decided to cover it up. You were an asset that had become a liability, eliminating you served its own purpose." Reed suggested.
"So why go to the FBI to bring me back in once I escaped?" Jane demanded.
"They underestimated you," Tasha realized, "You didn't die like they expected, so they decided you could still be useful."
"So everything was a lie?" Jane realized.
"You paid for sins you didn't even commit," Rich observed.
"I was still a member of Sandstorm," Jane reminded them.
"No," Roman denied, "You weren't."
"How is that possible?" Jane scoffed, "It was my plan."
"Sheppard's plan was much worse," Roman assured her, "You were attempting to derail her schemes and stop her. She found out and it was either eliminate you outright, or send you to the FBI. I won that round, but in the end she wanted revenge."
Jane was completely overwhelmed. The guilt she's lived with for so long had almost completely defined the person she'd become…to find out now everything she thought she knew was a lie…made her feel as though she didn't know who she was anymore.
Pushing herself up off the couch, she headed toward the bedroom with a muttered, "Excuse me."
Kurt was off the couch and trailing after her immediately.
Jane needed a moment. Heading into the bathroom, she leaned against the counter and felt almost panicky. Her breathing was fast and if she didn't know herself better she might have thought she was having a panic attack. But she didn't know herself, she realized, not at all.
"Jane?" Kurt moved in and crowded close, "Are you okay?"
She looked up at him blankly.
"Who am I?" She all but sobbed.
He reached up and cupped her head with both hands. He tilted her head until their eyes met, hers were awash with tears and his were strikingly earnest when he told her, "You are Jane Weller. You are my wife and better half. You are the most compassionate woman I have ever known. You are feisty and opinionated, protective, smart, loving, beautiful… and those are just some of the things I love about you. You are not defined by the past you can't remember, but by the future we are going to build together."
Jane placed both hands on Kurt's chest and felt the steady rhythm of his heart beat beneath her palms. Taking a couple of deep breaths she looked up into the eyes of the most important person in her life. He was her starting point, anchor, best friend, lover and she knew no matter how long they had, he would be her ending point as well. She might never know the person she'd been before, but she knew the person she was now…and if he could love that person, it would be enough for her.
"I love you," She whispered.
"I love you, too," He assured her.
She gave him a wavering smile and he leaned in closed and sealed it with his lips.
"Who are you?" Kurt asked her when he pulled away.
"I'm Jane Weller," She told him with a growing smile.
The look on his face became intense…heated, "That's exactly right." He agreed before pulling her more tightly against him and guiding her lips back to his.
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"So I think that puts the NSA at the top of the hit list," Reed said in the silence following Jane and Wellers exit.
"Maybe," Patterson agreed, "But the program she was trying to bring down was CIA."
"Carter wanted Jane badly enough to abduct her," Tasha reminded them.
"Keaton had her for months," Steward protested, "If they wanted her dead…she'd be dead."
"Maybe Keaton didn't know about it." Tasha argued.
"He's the Deputy Director of the CIA," Reed insisted, "He would have to know about it."
"So not the CIA?" Rich questioned.
"It can't be the NSA," Patterson insisted, "They just re-tattoo Jane's entire body, they wouldn't kill her now or that would have all be for nothing."
"So not the NSA?" Rich insisted.
"What about Sheppard's group?" Reed looked over at Roman, "Would they want Jane dead?"
"Of course," Roman agreed.
"But the wire transfer used our government code." Patterson insisted, "They would have had to been using out systems."
"So not Sandstorm?" Rich was getting testy.
"Sheppard recruited high level operatives in all levels of government," Roman reminded them.
"That's true," Patterson agreed.
"What about the FBI?" Roman asked bluntly.
"You think it might be the FBI?" Stewart was completely offended.
"We have to consider it," Tasha surprised everyone by agreeing with Roman.
"We lost a lot of agents," Patterson reminded Stewart quietly, "When people lose their friends, loyalties can change."
"This is why you need me," Rich finally interrupted them. "All this speculation is giving me a headache. Give me a computer and let me go…I'll find out who is doing this, I don't care who they are."
Coming back into the room with his arm securely wrapped around Jane, Kurt looked around the room at his new team and said, "You heard the man…let's give him a computer."
"I think we should all get matching rings too," Rich insisted in the ensuing quiet.
"Rich," Kurt all but growled.
"Just saying…" He mumbled.