A/N-Thank you all for your reviews and for reading. This is the last chapter. I'm considering writing an epilogue or short follow-up piece, but I'm still kind of on the fence about it. I'm sorry this update took so long, I was dealing with some personal issues. Again, thanks for reading!

Chapter 21: The Beginning

It certainly wasn't the most lavish or elaborate wedding ever thrown, but a month later, Kurt and Jane renewed their vows before their family and friends. She wore a form fitting dress, some of her tattoos visible along her arms and neck, as well as the tiny curve in her lower abdomen, and Kurt liked that she didn't feel the need to hide anything. She certainly didn't hide the looks of admiration she cast in his direction.

Roman and Kat had spent a few weeks out in Oregon with Hark, undergoing counseling and rehabilitation, but they all flew out to join in the wedding, and Jane was quite obviously happy to see her brother and friends.

They rented a wedding space, a converted factory with tall windows and bare wood rafters that suited both of them. As they walked down the aisle between rows of chairs after they'd exchanged vows, Kurt whispered, "We should have had the reception somewhere else so we could have a little alone time in the limo."

She playfully glanced up, her eyes mischievous and suggestive, and she responded, "Come with me." She stopped briefly, asking Patterson to direct the small gathering of guests to the next room where the reception would be held.

Taking his hand, Jane pulled him through the hall and down the stairs into the basement of the building. There were two rooms down there for the groom and bride to get ready before the ceremony. She dashed into the bride's room and shut the door, quickly pressing the cheap button lock to secure the door. "We have to hurry," she mumbled, still talking as her lips met his.

"Wait," he said, shaking his head to clear his confusion when they broke the kiss, "are you serious?"

"What do you think?" she reached down and deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid his zipper down, allowing her fingers to trace the shape of his shaft as it began to thicken through his boxers. She lifted up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly, lustfully whispering, "I'm appealing to your very deep sense of responsibility. I expect you to perform your husbandly duty… and fuck your wife before something goes horribly wrong and we have to shoot our way out of here."

"Yes ma'am," he grinned while she shoved him back into a chair and stepped over his legs. "Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy it when you're demanding?" he beamed.

"Wait 'til we're actually on our honeymoon," she purred.

Hitching her dress up over her hips and moving her flimsy excuse for panties to the side, she slowed the pace for a moment while she guided him inside her. They softly groaned together, trying to keep the volume on their verbal responses turned way down. She kept her word though, lingering only for a moment before she picked up the pace. His hands rested somewhat passively on her hips, just soaking up the feeling of her body next to his, the smooth swivels that came in waves, the harsh jut of her hip bone covered with silken skin that sloped slightly upward to her still subtle tummy.

He felt the way she was already pulsing, her sheath slick even as she clamped down on him. "I love how wet you get for me."

She pulled his face to the crook of her neck and gasped, "I love how incredibly hard you get for me."

"And I love how tight you are around me."

"And the way that we fit."

He took her face in his hand, watching as she began to peak, and groaned, "I really, really love you."

His body, fueled by desire, wasn't even really seated in the chair anymore, more hovering over it as it felt like he was chasing her. Her one hand held tightly onto his shoulder, the other kept a firm grip on his tie, refusing to allow him to back away even if he wanted to. In a few more thrapping heartbeats the whole encounter ended just as furiously and passionately as it had begun, and she curled around him, her nose nuzzling against his neck as he lovingly rubbed her back. "I love you, too," she replied, muffled slightly by his body.

"That was unexpected," his cocky smile was evident in his voice.

"Consider yourself warned," she smirked. "We have two weeks alone, and I plan to make the best of it." She lifted her head, looking a little more tired and clearly calmer than she had been a few minutes earlier, and she saw him wince as he looked at her neck. "What?" she asked nervously as she noticed the mild burning sensation that coated her neck from where his beard had scratched against her.

"I'm pretty sure they're going to figure out what we were up to," he commented.

"That's a smart group of people out there…I'll bet they would have figured it out anyway," she replied, tapping his chest before offering a parting kiss and slipping away to fix her dress and makeup.

He was lulling in the chair, taking a moment to enjoy the complete absence of tension in his body, and when she returned, she looked as if she hadn't been writhing in his lap only a few minutes earlier. She shook her head at the state of him, crouching between his knees and tucking him back into his boxers, zipping his pants and pulling his hand until he was standing again. She straightened the rest of his clothes, trying to smooth the crumpled section of tie she'd created with her fist. He looked on interestedly, "I get why I like watching you take off my clothes, but is it weird that I'm kind of turned on by the way you dress me too?"

"We have a party to get to," she reminded him, taking his hand and walking with him to the door.

When they joined the reception, Jane noticed the sea of smiling faces that greeted them. It was almost as if she'd somehow found a rather large, very supportive family, and it wasn't that long ago that she'd been utterly alone. The feeling was foreign, but so pleasant that she knew she could easily become addicted to it. Hark, Sadira and their children were there, the team and Rich, some of Kurt's friends and other members of the FBI, Sarah and Sawyer, and perhaps most exciting of all, Roman was there. Even Roman smiled at her, although he still wasn't as comfortable with happiness as the rest of the group, he seemed to be happy for her.

She couldn't possibly overestimate how wonderful it was to have her brother in her life again. She'd heard of his struggles as he tried to deal with his past and the wounds that had threatened to remove his humanity from him, but he was trying, and that was all that really mattered to Jane. Roman cared enough to try to do the right thing.

While Kurt was talking to one of his friends who'd come to wish them well, Sarah approached. Jane still wasn't quite sure how Sarah felt about her, and the first few seconds of the conversation were tentative at best. When Kurt turned his attention to them, Sarah said, "There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

Jane began to reply, "I can leave-"

"No," Sarah interrupted, "I need to talk to both of you. After you're back from the honeymoon and—"

"What is it, Sarah?" Kurt asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Well…Sawyer and I have been talking. He misses you."

"I miss him."

"And I'd like to get to know you better, Jane. I know we haven't spent much time together, but when we've been together, I think we got along pretty well."

"Me too," Jane cautiously answered.

"Sawyer and I would like to move back to New York."

"We can make room," Jane began.

"Oh, no," Sarah shook her head, "newlyweds need their own space, and so do we. Besides, you two have a nursery to decorate. There's another apartment in your building. We'd be close."

"Without having your big brother constantly looking over your shoulder." Kurt's eyes practically gleamed at the thought of having his sister and nephew back, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Sarah replied. "We're family. And, I thought that maybe you could help me with Sawyer—"

"Of course," Kurt and Jane both answered.

"And I could help with my niece or nephew."

"That would be great," Jane replied.

"With your work schedules, I know sometimes you might need some help with the baby."

"Definitely," Kurt answered. "Anything for family."

"Yea," Sarah nodded, flinging her arms around her brother's neck. Turning to Jane, she added, "Kurt has always been there for me. He's an amazing big brother, and a wonderful uncle…and I know he's going to be a great father and husband. Be good to him," she paused, trying to decide if she should hug Jane or not.

"I will. I promise." Jane stepped forward and the two women hugged and Jane said, "I'm really excited to be part of your family."

As the reception went on, Kurt watched Jane out on the dance floor with Sawyer and Lily, the wide grin on her face filling him with a sense of peace that he wasn't familiar with at all. It was, by far, the happiest he'd ever seen her. Her joy was infectious, and Kurt couldn't seem to stop grinning every time he looked at her.

When a slow song began, he saw Sawyer politely invite Jane to dance. The boy held out an elbow to escort her to the correct spot on the floor. Sawyer blushed as he looked up at his new aunt, and Kurt realized his nephew seemed to have a crush. Weller shook his head, "not that I blame him," he muttered aloud.

"What did you say?" Tasha asked.

"Nothing," Kurt countered, standing and walking up to his bride. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked Sawyer.

Sawyer grinned and took off, finding Lily as the two decided to play.

"You look absolutely incredible," Kurt whispered.

"You too," she smiled.

"You know you're really starting to show."

"Right now it just looks like I'm working on a beer gut."

"Funny you should mention beer… That's exactly why I was thinking of naming the kid 'Lord Chesterfield.' Works for a boy or a girl," he teased and waited for her scowl, seeming quite satisfied once she gave it. He shook his head, "You couldn't possibly look more beautiful. Glowing. Everybody knows that's a baby and not the result of Pennsylvania's finest ale."

"Because we told them."

"I don't mind people knowing I knocked you up," he smirked, lifting his eyebrows.

"I think we've already earned quite a rep—" Jane paused as the clanging of glasses from the guests grew louder. She shrugged and grabbed Kurt's face, pulling him in for a kiss that made virtually everyone blush. She backed away, returning to their conversation as if nothing had happened. "That oughtta keep the clanging down for a while."

Weller shook his head and chuckled, "After that kiss, I might start clanging some glasses, too. Can we leave yet?"

She shook her head, "Soon."

She returned to their table for some water, watching as a much older woman came up to steal a dance with Kurt. Roman sat next to Jane and said, "Thank you for helping me. And for trusting me. I don't know if I told you that."

"I know it's hard," Jane replied, putting her hand on Roman's shoulder. "But it's worth it."

"I was able to provide some actionable intelligence. Enough to buy my freedom for a little longer. Your friend Hark…he's a good guy."

"He really is," she agreed.

Kurt sat down at the table and asked, "Does anyone know who that woman was?"

Jane and Roman both shook their heads and Jane said, "I thought she was one of your groupies."

"It's hard to keep track of them all. All part of the glory and intrigue of being in the FBI," Kurt teased.

Roman reached out to shake Kurt's hand and said, "I appreciate your help."

"No problem," Kurt answered.

Before Roman let go, he added, "I'm sure there's no need for me to tell you that if you ever do anything to hurt my sister, I'll snap your neck with my bare hands." Roman smiled at the end, half charming and half threatening.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did," Kurt replied, "but your sister's more than capable of snapping my neck with her bare hands…should the need arise."

Roman's smile widened and his eyes flashed, "That's why I'm sure there's no need for me to tell you," obviously approving of Kurt's response.

"Let's just agree to all avoid breaking necks or hurting each other," Jane argued.

"She always was the smart one," Roman answered without a hint of levity.

The crowd shared food, dancing, wine and beer, and slowly began to thin. Sadira glanced at her watch and approached the couple, watching them whispering something flirtatious and conspiratorial. "It's time to go," she told them. "Hark will drive you and we've arranged for a friend to fly you to your destination."

"Are you serious?" Jane asked.

"Absolutely," Sadira replied. "You two would probably end up investigating some wrongdoing if you flew commercial. This way, Hark and I know our pilot will get you safely to your destination…or nearby. You'll have to take a boat out to the island. You can get some rest and arrive at your honeymoon ready to enjoy yourselves."

Jane hugged her friend and said, "We appreciate everything you've both done for us."

"Enjoy your time together. You deserve it."

The trip to the airport was short, and soon they were aboard the private jet, tired, but happy. Jane was lazily stretching her legs, having already kicked off her shoes. She leaned against Kurt, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and in some moments it felt like they'd always been like that, fitting together so naturally. She reached up and started to further loosen his tie and pop open a few buttons on his shirt.

The door to the cockpit opened, so Jane stilled her hand, resting her fingers on Kurt's abdomen as she was happy things hadn't gotten any further along before they were disturbed. "Now don't let me interrupt you," a familiar voice said, "just act like I'm not here."

Jane bolted upright and watched as Rich sat down in the seat facing theirs, grinning at them. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"You know you can't leave US soil. You can't even leave New York!" Kurt blurted.

"Technically this plane is US soil."

"Until we land," Kurt argued.

"Always worried with the details," Rich deflected. "I thought you'd be more excited to see me."

"What do you want, Rich?" Jane pushed.

"You know I've never been with a pregnant woman," Rich commented to the air.

"You're not going to break that streak today," Kurt scowled.

"Is it different?" Rich asked. "I mean, she's not huge yet, so logistically it's gotta work, and I've heard those hormones can really make the ladies somewhat…frisky—"

"Is this really why you're here?" Jane said.

"Laser focus, the both of you," Rich answered. "No…I wanted to give you your wedding gift."

"The best gift you could possibly give us would be to stay on this plane and go right back to New York the minute we land," Kurt replied.

"At the very least the plane will need to refuel and the pilot would probably appreciate a quick stretch before we can head back," Rich mused. "Anyway, that's a pathetic excuse for a present. Keep that in mind, Jane, you married a guy who is really not good at giving presents. Don't take it personally."

"Focus," Jane reminded.

"Right," Rich said, taking out a stack of neatly folded papers from his pocket. "I found the man who kidnapped you, and several of those responsible for training child soldiers in South Africa."

"What?" Jane replied, stunned.

"I have connections. I also found the names of the people responsible for killing your parents."

"Thank you," Jane spoke, still a bit shocked.

"There's more. I found enough information to bring most of them up on charges in the US. The ones that are alive, that is. So when you return home they'll all be sitting, neatly gift-wrapped with a bow, right there in FBI lockup. I was going to have them killed, but I know how you both feel about 'the law,'" he accentuated with air quotes. "I know it might seem like it's more of a gift for you, Jane, but knowing Stubbles like I do, he'd waste years trying to get revenge on these dirt bags through legitimate channels, so I'm guessing he's just as happy about it as you are."

Kurt stood, reached his hand out and shook Rich's, irritated when Rich hugged him. "Thank you," Kurt said seriously. "But that doesn't change the fact that you left—"

"Worry, worry, worry. It's like hanging out with Grandma Dotcom again," Rich said. "Stubbles, I'm sure you'll be thinking about me during the honeymoon, not that I blame you, but at least try to relax and enjoy. I promise I'll go right home. You know I love working with you crazy kids."

Jane stood and hugged Rich, taking him by the elbows when she pulled away and saying, with the utmost sincerity, "Thank you, Rich."

He nodded and turned back toward the cockpit, "If you guys want to invite me to stay—," he waited, and then shook his head, "Because I'm highly perceptive, I'm picking up a 'we want alone time' vibe from the two of you."

As Rich disappeared into the cockpit, Jane curled back up against Kurt and gently rested her hand just above his belt. "Just rest," he said, kissing the top of her head as he leaned down. "I'm guessing that's not the last time he's gonna interrupt."

Jane giggled and sighed, slowly drifting off into a long overdue sleep.

Jane sat on the deck of their rental, trying to allow the reality of a true vacation to take effect. Their bungalow sat on the edge of the bright blue water, the tropical breeze patiently floating over her skin. The next cabin was just barely in sight, so it almost felt like they were the only two people in the world. "So was it worth it?" Kurt asked as he stepped out onto the porch and stood leaning against the railing in front of her.

"Was what worth it?"

"The forms, birth certificates, lawyers…that seemingly eternal process we went through just to be allowed to get married again."

She glanced up, a flicker of a smile appearing, "Without a doubt."

"And now you're really stuck with me. You can't play that whole 'amnesia-name-change' card anymore for a quick annulment."

"Are you panicking a little?" she chuckled.

"Not in the least. I have no doubts."

He came over and bent down, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her. She thought they were going into the bungalow, and she wasn't paying any attention to their exact location since they were busily kissing. For a moment, she wondered why the sun seemed brighter through her eyelids, but before she could even question it, she felt her body falling backward, still tightly held in Kurt's arms. A second later she felt a startling splash into the ocean, water filling her gaping mouth when she tried to yell.

Kurt lifted her back to standing, laughing as he wiped the water away from his face with one broad hand.

At first Jane tried to scowl, but found his laugh infectious, instead smirking, "What was that about?"

"I figured since you liked taking the plunge the other day, you might enjoy another one."

She turned, skating her arm over the top of the water and creating a splash wave that crashed into him before she jumped forward and dunked him. They were there, laughing and frolicking in a time and place where there was no mission or pain, just joy. As he grabbed her sides and found that one elusive spot where she was ticklish, she heard the sound of her own laugh only slightly muted by the sounds of the ocean.

That evening they sat inside the bungalow, the large windows open, watching the water turn from blues to pinks and oranges as the sun set somewhere out of their view. "It feels weird, doesn't it?" she asked him.

"What does?" he asked.

"We've been running from one thing to the next since we've met. Nothing has been easy, not even getting married. Who thought it would take so much paperwork to marry a man I was already technically married to? So here we are, finally re-married, baby on the way…exactly where I want to be. So why does it feel like we're just getting started?"

"Because we are, Jane. At least I hope…this is only the beginning."

-The End-