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"What happened to your face?" Jane asked Roman with a frown.
Roman looked away uncomfortably while the other's laughed.
"What?" Kurt looked around suspiciously.
"I might have sparred with Tasha," Roman admitted, a little smile contrasting with his newly black eye.
Jane had to look down to hide her smile.
Kurt didn't bother, "How'd that go?"
"She's…pretty good," Roman reluctantly admitted.
"She kicked his ass," Rich called from the corner.
"She landed a few good hits," Roman admitted.
"Kicked it…"Rich insisted still not looking up from his computer monitor, "Want to see the video?"
"Rich," Roman warned him, exasperated.
"I offered to play nurse," Rich admitted, "But he says he's not into that…pity."
Now Roman had a red face and black eye. Jane couldn't help it she laughed right in his face.
Kurt turned to her and his face at the sound of her joy had the others looking away with smiles.
They are way too cute. Patterson thought with a smile.
"So three of the gunmen yesterday were you common variety thugs," Kurt forced himself to reel the conversation back in.
"The third one," Patterson pulled up a picture of Jared Pernard, "Had credentials for the NSA, FBI and CIA in his possession."
"So is affiliated with any of those organizations?" Jane asked looking at the man that almost killed her.
"He is," Patterson explained, pulling up his file she told them, "He's CIA."
"So was he working deep cover?" Kurt demanded.
"No," Tasha insisted, "I identified myself and he was the last gunman. If he'd been undercover, he wouldn't have waited until the other's fell to start shooting."
"So he's corrupt." Kurt confirmed.
"He was," Keaton said from the doorway.
Jane immediately stiffened.
Turning toward the door, but taking a step closer to Jane, Kurt greeted him, "Keaton."
"Weller," Keeton returned the greeting.
"Did you know about this?" Tasha demanded.
"I knew we had a leak," Keaton denied, "I didn't know who it was."
"Where'd the weapons come from?" Reed demanded.
Stewart knew the answer to this question, but waited to see if the CIA agent would tell them.
"They were stolen from our weapon seizure cache." Keaton admitted.
"Was this the first sale?" Stewart asked…that he didn't know.
"No," Keaton denied, "We've had things go missing for six months. It wasn't always weapons. Sometimes it was drugs, sometimes intel, once even cash."
"He was carrying these," Patterson approached Keaton with the NSA and FBI credentials, "Any idea where he could have gotten them?"
Keaton looked down at them and his face became fierce.
"No way could he have done this himself," He denied, "He must be working with someone else."
"Likely suspects?" Kurt demanded.
"Someone technical…with clout." Keaton shook his head in frustration, "I have a whole department of people it could be."
"I'm going to need a list of everyone capable of producing these documents," Patterson told him.
"You'll get it," Keaton agreed. "Now tell me how you found him."
The team looked to Kurt.
Kurt looked at Jane.
"Through a tattoo," She admitted. She might hate Keaton and someone in the government was trying to kill her, but she knew it wasn't him. He'd had ample opportunity to do it if he wanted to…and he hadn't.
"How is that possible?" Keaton demanded in confusion, "Your tattoos are over three years old, how could Sheppard have known about anything that was going to happen yesterday?"
"You know that someone is trying to kill Jane," Kurt looked at Keaton seriously.
"I know," Keaton agreed, "I have a team on it."
"Call them off," Kurt urged him.
"What?" Keaton said in disbelief.
"The hit on Jane came from inside the government," Kurt explained.
"What?" Keaton demanded with a hard look.
"The payout for the hit on Jane came from a government server, using government code." Patterson told him.
"Who?" Keaton demanded, "Do you think it was Pernard?"
"We don't know," Kurt admitted, "But he's unlikely to be the suspect since the tattoos implicated him."
"Okay," Keaton looked around the room, "Clearly there is something about the tattoos that I don't know."
"When Jane was shot at our wedding, they kept her in a drug induced coma," Kurt explained, "And while she was unconscious, someone tattooed her."
Keaton's shocked eyes flew to Jane, "Where? She's already covered from head to toe."
"They used invisible ink," Jane explained.
"So you need…what, some type of light source to see them?" Keaton clarified.
"No," Jane denied, "A key."
"Where'd you get the key?" Keaton demanded.
"It was left for us." Kurt explained the events that led up to yesterday's raid.
"So it's starting again," Keaton ran his hands through his hair in agitation.
"This cannot get out," Kurt told Keaton bluntly, "We can't have a file on it anywhere, not even here."
"What do you need?" Keaton didn't argue.
"Intel," Kurt explained, "And discretion."
"You've got it." Keaton agreed.
"We think that Nas was the one that tattooed Jane," Kurt admitted.
"Is that why she was killed?" Keaton immediately saw the connection.
"We don't know," Kurt admitted, "But the night she died, Jane was unconscious in the trunk of her car."
"That wasn't in the report." Keaton realized.
"It's a cover-up," Reed agreed, "We know why we didn't want that information in there, but someone at the NSA didn't either."
"A rouge agent?" Keaton shook his head, "Nobody at the NSA wanted that information in the file."
"So you'll keep this to yourself?" Kurt demanded.
"Of course," Keaton agreed. Looking toward the back of the room he called out, "Is that Rich Dot Com?"
Rich looked up reluctantly.
"Keaton," He greeted him.
"I will protect Jane Weller with my life and this Intel will never leave my lips…please don't fuck with me." Keaton warned him.
"What do you mean?" Rich asked innocently.
"I know what's happening to Trent," Keaton admitted, "I didn't realize it was you until I saw you here. I have just finally been able to put my life back together after your little blitz two years ago. I will do nothing…ever to hurt Jane, so spare me, okay?"
"Then you have nothing to worry about," Rich assured him.
"You messed with Keaton?" Kurt demanded confirmation.
"I really don't know what he's talking about," Rich denied.
"But..." Patterson protested, "He was in prison."
"He posted doctored pictures of me on social media, listed my house for sale while I was out of the country…then sold it, cancelled all of my credit cards, signed me up for a niche dating site and downgraded my security clearance, flooded my phone with pornography and sent my letter of resignation to the President of the United States." Keaton explained.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rich insisted.
"Jane you're looking really good today," Roman told her.
The others realized that he was trying to ensure he remained in Rich's good graces and laughed. Even Keaton smiled.
Rich just turned back to his computer screen and kept typing.
The other's shared a look of concern, before shifting uncomfortably.
"I'm gonna go," Keaton said, "Let me know what you need, I will handle this personally."
"Thank you," Jane told him looking away.
"Jane," Keaton hesitated with a worried look at Rich, "I'm sorry about what happened. I was doing the job they told me to do. I didn't know you, you never said a word the entire time we had you, I'm sorry. Knowing who you are now…who you were then…makes me sick when I realized all that you went through. Kurt trusted you completely and I could never understand why he was so certain…but I understand it now. I trust you Jane and I will never do anything to hurt you."
Jane looked up and read the sincerity in his eyes before nodding to him with a little smile.
"Thanks," She whispered.
"Let me know," Keaton turned and left.
Kurt put his arm around Jane and smiled down at her.
Turning he looked over at Rich.
"Stop doing that," He warned him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rich denied, his fingers flying over the keys.
Kurt signed and shook his head.
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Jane was in the locker room putting her jacket up when Tasha approached her.
"So you nailed him pretty good," Jane smiled over at her.
"I can barely move," Tasha whispered.
"What?" Jane leaned it to hear her.
"I've never worked harder at anything in my life," Tasha admitted.
"Well he fights to win," Jane smiled.
"You've been going easy on me," Tasha accused her.
"No I haven't," Jane denied.
"I think Roman was holding back as well," Tasha admitted.
"Why would he do that?"
"That's what I want you to tell me," Tasha insisted.
Jane stopped what she was doing and looked over at Tasha seriously.
"What?" Tasha demanded.
"Have you ever killed anyone with your bare hands?" Jane asked her.
"No, I'm supposed to arrest them," Tasha reminded her.
"We have," Jane explained.
"I know that," Tasha said seriously.
"We hold back when we spar," Jane admitted, "Because if we don't exercise absolute control…if we ever let ourselves go…people die."
"Jane," Tasha placed a hand on her arm.
"It's okay," Jane assured her, "I just wanted you to understand that it isn't because we don't respect your abilities or know you can handle yourself. It's because, we care about you and we can't ignore what we can do…what we are."
"What you are is incredible," Tasha insisted, "And as soon as your ribs heal…you have got to teach me this one maneuver."
Jane listened to the description of what Tasha wanted her to show her and knew exactly what she meant.
"I will," Jane assured her, "I promise."
"One day I really will kick his ass," She said in determination.
Jane didn't doubt her for a second.
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The day was only half over and Jane could easily admit that she was done. She hadn't taken her medicine this morning, because it made her tired. Well, the pain was wearing her down and she was tired. She didn't want to go to Kurt, because she knew he would immediately send her home and she didn't want to go home without him.
Roman walked over to where she was sitting.
"I know that look," He sat down next to her.
"What look?" Jane asked him.
"Your determined look," He explained.
"I'm tired," Jane admitted wilting against him, "But I don't want to go home and if I tell anyone, Kurt will send me home."
"What's wrong with that?" He asked with a smile.
"I don't want to be alone," Jane explained.
"You want to be where Kurt is," Roman corrected her.
"Yes," Jane agreed.
"Why don't you sleep on the couch in his office?" Roman suggested.
"I don't want to distract him," Jane explained, "It isn't exactly professional to have you wife sleeping in your office."
"He won't mind," Roman said with certainty.
"I mind," Jane denied, "Can you imagine the conversation if Hirst comes in to see him?"
"After everything that's happened, she wouldn't be surprised." Roman insisted.
"No," Jane denied.
"Stubborn," Roman accused.
"If I could just hide for like thirty minutes," Jane said wistfully.
Roman looked toward his desk at the back of the room.
"Come with me," He told her standing up and extending his hand.
She took it and let him pull her up.
His work station was in the back of the room, the desk sturdy and wooden. Turned toward the wall he liked it because it kept his back protected and the heavy wood would provide cover. It also created a privacy he'd been using on the sly.
Jane followed him back and looked under the desk to see the pillow and blanket he had stashed there.
"Why do you have these?" She asked with a puzzled frown.
"I have trouble sleeping sometimes," Roman admitted, "So I come here."
"Bad memories at the safe house?" She worried.
"Sometimes," He agreed.
"Kurt said that we could move you," Jane offered.
"No," Roman denied, "I think having to face what happened is important."
"Are you sure?" She worried.
"Yeah," He agreed, "But for now, the space is yours if you want it."
Jane was tempted. She accepted the pillow and climbed into the dark little space with a sigh of relief.
Roman covered her with the blanket and then sat in the chair to continue drilling down through the information Keaton had sent over on Pernard.
She was asleep within moments and he looked down at her with a little smile.
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Kurt had completed a mound of paperwork and sat through two meetings, all before lunch. He was beginning to get antsy because he hadn't seen Jane in a couple of hours. She usually stopped by several times during the morning. He didn't know if she did it because she needed to see him as much as he needed to see her, or if she did it just for him. Whatever the reason was, he looked forward to those moments and today he'd been denied them and it was time for him to go looking.
He started in the bullpen to no avail. He moved on to the locker room and that also was a bust. He headed down to Patterson's lab and it didn't take but a glance to see that she wasn't there. Heading across the hall he spied Roman and Rich, but no sign of Jane. By now his heart had begun to race. Where was she?
He pulled out his phone and contacted her detail.
"Where's Jane?" He demanded when they answered.
"She's at the NYO," The agent said in confusion.
"So she didn't leave with you?" Kurt demanded.
"No sir, we haven't seen her since you both arrived this morning. She never called us to say she was going out."
Kurt hung up and headed straight for Patterson.
"What's wrong?" She asked once she got a look at his face.
"I can't find Jane," Kurt told her, "I need you to trace her phone."
Patterson was immediately concerned.
She began typing and after a moment she looked over at Kurt in confusion, "It says she's here in the office."
"I've checked everywhere," Kurt argued, "She's not here."
His voice had risen and suddenly Roman was standing in the door.
"Are you looking for Jane?" He verified.
"Yeah," Kurt advance toward him, "Have you see her?"
"She wasn't feeling well," Roman explained, "So I let her lay down underneath my desk."
Kurt headed that way immediately. He needed to see her. Reassure himself that she was okay.
Pulling Roman's chair away from the desk, he saw her. She was sleeping deeply. Squatting down he smiled at the picture she made.
"Why didn't she come to my office?" Kurt asked Roman with a frown.
"She was worried she'd be in the way. She said it wasn't professional for her to be there and that she didn't want to distract you." Roman explained.
Thinking about all the time he had just spent looking for her he could only marvel at her logic. If anything having her close would have made him more effective.
Suddenly her eyes opened sleepily and she saw him before her. The smile that she gifted him ensured that his heart rate that had just begun to settle sped up again.
"Hey sleepyhead," He greeted her.
"What time is it?" She worried trying to sit up with a wince.
"Around 2," Kurt told her. He immediately assisted her, but he didn't stop there. Before she even realize what he intended he had her out from under the desk and into his arms. Standing he lifted her up and settled her onto Roman's chair gently.
"Roman said you weren't feeling well," Kurt worried.
"I was just sore and really tired," Jane explained.
"Why didn't you head home?" He worried.
"I didn't want to be alone," She explained.
"No," Roman denied, "She wanted to be where you were."
Kurt turned back to Jane. "I think I can make both of those things happen."
"What?" She asked still not completely wake.
"I don't have any more meetings scheduled and I've caught up on all my paperwork, let's call it a day." Kurt suggested.
"Now?" She smiled.
"Right now," He agreed.
She would have to lie is she didn't admit she was relieved.
Pulling her up he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her away.
Roman heard him worrying about whether or not she'd eaten lunch as they left and he smiled.
Things were looking up.