I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters.

How totally wonderful was the season premiere? I LOVED IT! Might have re-watched it a time or two…hundred. Who's counting? I am. Not the number of times I watch it over, but the days between now and the next episode! So in the mean time I was having fun looking into Weller's head…clearly I don't know what was really going on in there, but this is my take on it.

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Kurt kept everything locked down tightly. He'd found her, finally. All he wanted to do was be with her, but like everything else for the past eighteen months what he wanted didn't even come into consideration. They didn't have time for any of the things he needed. He wanted to hold her and hear about every moment she'd been gone. He needed to touch her and ensure that she was still his. He felt compelled to spend time proving to himself that she was safe and with him at last. They hadn't found her first, he hadn't lost her forever…but he couldn't do any of those things.

When her tattoos began to glow he looked down at her in shock and realized just how little he still knew about his wife. It was not reassuring. She'd lived almost as long without him as she'd lived with him. He'd had a lifetime of becoming the man he was. The experiences that molded him were long standing so their time apart had only made him realize just how much he still loved her. How much he would always love her, but he couldn't say the same for her.

When he saw her confusion over the new tattoos his heart sank. He'd expected that there would be things he'd need to learn about her, but he'd have expected at least her to know. When she didn't he realized their time apart might have repercussions far beyond the past eighteen months. As she explained about the accident, he could feel the pulse in his temple pounding. She'd been hurt and at the mercy of the person that did this. He hadn't found her first at all, she'd just been spared for reasons that they didn't yet understand. If he were truthful he didn't care what those reasons were, he was grateful. He couldn't lose her. Even the past eighteen months had ben bearable because he'd had the hope of finding her again. Without that…he couldn't even think about it.

When he realized that they were heading back to the place he'd proposed to Jane, he didn't know what to think. This was becoming personal in a way he hadn't expected. When he offered to go without her and she'd insisted that they do this together he wanted to close his eyes in relief. They should have been together all of this time…but he'd take what he could get and he'd die to keep her safe.

Standing on the spot where she'd agreed to become his wife, he listened to her say how it felt like it was a lifetime ago and wanted to cry. He'd been living on the memories of their moments together and she'd been making new memories... memories that didn't include him. Memories that might or might not mean more to her than them memories they shared.

When they found the case he watched helplessly while she ignored his plea to be careful and opened up the case herself. She was acting like she had nothing to lose, but he had everything to lose. She was everything…didn't she understand?

His listened to Roman's taunting voice and felt violent. Didn't they have enough problems with the bounty still out on Jane? Wasn't enough that they'd been apart all of these months? Surely they'd suffered enough.

As he listened to Roman's plan to get the hit removed, he looked down at the case and the syringes that rested so innocently inside. Roman had to be insane to think he would trust him enough to get anywhere near Jane with either of those needles. He shared a look with Jane when the bells told them Roman was close. As they hastily made their way down the stairs he realized that this was their chance to end it all right now.

They separated on the plaza and he looked around before turning back to check on Jane. He knew she was capable, she'd more than proven that, but it would be a long time before he could easily let her out of his sight again. She was gone. His heart began to race and he broke out in a cold sweat even as he called her name desperately, the thought of catching Roman unaware forgotten in his panic. Moving through the crowd his panic only increased. Had Roman taken her? Had she left on her own? Would he have to find her again? Would she be gone for months?

Turning the corner he spied the boat racing through the canal and even before he could identify the driver he knew. He was on the bridge and waiting as it approached. Looking down into the boat he couldn't see Jane, but he didn't know for sure. He wasn't losing her again so without further thought he jumped. He caught the look of surprise on Roman's face as he hung onto the side with brute force and sheer determination. He would not lose her again.

By the time me had made it to the cab of the boat, he knew that Jane wasn't there, but his pent up aggression had found outlet and he didn't hold back. The fight was vicious, but too brief and he hit the water hard. Coming up he watched Roman speed away before he heard Jane calling to him. As she pulled over to where he was treading water he couldn't keep his eyes off her. It was just as well that he was wet, because it hid his relived tears. She hadn't left him and nobody had taken her.

Kurt looked down into Jane's earnest expression as she pleaded with him to follow Roman's plan and he attempted to find the words to tell her he was not mentally equipped to risk her like that. He'd just found her. He pleaded with her to no avail. Watching her plunge the syringe into her leg and begin depressing the poison into her system he felt suddenly weak. This was the very thing he'd had nightmares about for too many months to count and she was asking him to face it in reality…and he would because the alternative was he would lose her and that was the only thing he could absolutely not do.

She collapsed within moments and he caught her against his chest and lowered her gently to the ground. Closing his eyes he held her to his chest and with his hand over her heart he felt the way it slowed until it seemed to stop. His hand trembled. What if Roman were lying to them? Was she okay? He didn't know and he'd have to wait to find out. Looking down into her utterly still face he did what he'd needed to do since he'd seen her. He closed the distance between them and kissed her gently. Pulling back he rubbed his face against her cheek wanting to hear her laugh like she'd done so many times before. When she remained unmoved he picked her up and carried her back into their room. Dumping out the contents of their suitcase he gently lowered her inside. His hand ran down her now cool check before he reached for the zipper. Pulling it closed he stood up with purpose. This was ending now. They'd paid enough…

They made him wait. The minutes seemed to turn into hours before he looked down and realized just how closely they were coming to her actually dying. Standing up abruptly he went to get the bag, desperate to get her out of there and give her then antidote. He couldn't wait any longer. Just then the door opened and the man he'd spent the past eighteen months looking for stepped inside. He walked too slowly. Kurt unzipped the suitcase for him, but couldn't look inside. It was too hard to see her like this, too real to get out of his head. After the man congratulated him, Kurt felt his hand clench as the man studied Jane's unconscious form. Unable to resist his eyes turned and he studied her with him. She was beautiful even in death. At that thought he realized if he didn't do something quickly, she could actually be dead.

Zipping back up the bag to block the man's gaze he asked if he needed help getting her body to the boat. He wanted to be with her with the Italian Police arrested the Duke of Death. As he was advised that the body would be burned there…Kurt froze in horror. He couldn't leave her, but they wouldn't let him take her. Looking at the men that stood between him and his wife, Kurt didn't hesitate. He would probably end up dead, but he was giving her that injection no matter what it took. Even as they pulled him away, his eyes were glued to the bag. Please….

When her arm appeared his eyes closed in relief, the blows that fell on him a distant second to the utter relief he felt. When she stood up and took in the scene he wanted to warn her to be careful, but he should have known better. She caught them by surprise and she was fierce. Between the two of them they decimated the men and women that surrounded them. Pent up aggression was a great asset. Walking out the doors Kurt felt the first genuine smile break out at last. As a team they were lethal. He wishes she would have remembered that all those months ago…

The flight to get the team was long. They spent the time preparing, studying maps and mentally steeling themselves for what was coming. Rich had assured them that the bounty on Jane had been removed and he was relieved, but he couldn't relax knowing that what they faced was every bit as dangerous as what they'd left. Two people against an army and the one that wasn't him was necessary in a way that was undeniable.

When she asked him what happened after this, he could easily read the doubt on her face. His heart dropped. He wanted her more than anything, but what he was reading in her transparent face told him that wasn't what she was feeling. He listened silently while she explained how she'd found herself in the past eighteen months. He wanted to cry because she might have found herself, but he'd definitely lost himself. She hadn't had a way to define herself outside of them and he'd walked away from everything that defined him to find her. They'd changed places. He was totally and completely defined by their relationship and she'd found a life without him. Would it be a life she preferred to the one they shared? He didn't know…

They moved into the compound to rescue the team and he insisted that they infiltrated the compound as quietly as possible. He didn't want to risk her to save the team, regardless of how much he cared about them. He knew they didn't have the backup they needed. When she flashed him a confident smile and told him she had an idea, he followed after her willingly. The story of his life…

He loved her idea. They heavy steel plate satisfied his need to protect her and allowed them to go after the team. When they were able to safely retrieve their family, he looked to the map to get them out of here. All he wanted to do was go home. Take her home. As they shared a look, both knowing what to do without words and he smiled. He'd missed this silent communication, this absolute understanding he had with her. She was the other part of him and he hoped she still felt the same, because he didn't know what he'd do if she told him she preferred the life she'd found to the life they'd shared. He hadn't prepared himself for that and he knew that no amount of time would change that. He had to hope he was still as necessary to her as she was to him.

He opened the door to their apartment and stood aside to let her enter. He looked at the mess and realized just how symbolic it was to his life. Everything on hold and stored away, waiting…waiting for her. The only question that remained was whether or not she still wanted it. He asked her if she wanted the movers to bring their things back and held his breath while she assured him that she did. He admitted that he didn't know how they fit together anymore, but he wanted to find out. A bigger understatement had never been spoken.

Pulling her ring from his pocket he looked down at the symbol of their love for each other and extended it to her. His vulnerability at that moment almost overwhelming, he knew he was speaking, but for the life of him he wouldn't have been able to remember later what he said.

When she interrupted his rambling speech and threw herself into his arms, he caught her against him gratefully. She told him how much she missed him and it was the first real sign he had that maybe it would be okay. He held it and her tightly against him. When she looked up at him and asked about the bed, the tension he'd been holding in so tightly pooled low. The lack of a bed wasn't going to stop him. He needed her more than she could possibly know, more than he was comfortable admitting, even to himself. He closed the distance between them and reached for her clothes. With every article that was discarded he became even more excited, even more desperate. He wanted and needed her for every part of his life, but this closeness after being alone for so long was creating a longing that was painful. Holding her afterward he closed his eyes and savored the moment he'd begun to think was never coming. He'd dreamed of this and even his dreams hadn't done it justice.

After a while he rose to verify there was no food worth eating in the kitchen. Determined to take care of her he began pulling on his clothes to get something to eat. It had to be something close, because he wasn't looking forward for being apart from her even briefly.

Once they decided what they wanted, he couldn't resist kneeling beside her and claiming another kiss. The smile she gave him had the predictable effect on him. Determined to hurry he left her, feeling lighter than he had in more months than he could remember. Things were looking up.

Roman appearance was unexpected, but his words were devastating. He knew their relationship was on shaky ground and there was every chance the information Roman was threatening him with could destroy what they were working so hard to keep. He wouldn't let that happen. He needed time to establish a more secure foundation before their relationship was tested. There was only one thing he could do…"What do you need?"

*****Well, nothing new and exciting in here, but I hope you enjoyed it!