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.

Hey guys, this is the alternate version of the last fic, it begins exactly the same with a different scenario, also, looks like it's gonna be in two parts. Hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think! Next part is written, I am just editing it, should be up by the end of the week.

Missing (Alternate) PT:1

(Jane goes missing)

Missing (Alternate)

Four weeks. That's how long she had been missing. Four long agonising weeks of sleepless nights and hard gruelling days that lead to nothing. The house was cold and barren without her, he sometimes avoided going back to the safe house at all. He would just wonder, much to the dismay of his detail.

He could remember in vivid detail, the night he walked through the door of their shared 'safe house,' expecting her to be there, sitting between a mountain of pillows in the corner of the room, a single light illuminating the pages she feverishly drew on. Soda cans surrounding her as she sketched. It was the sight that greeted him most nights, when he came home after her. It was a way for her to relax, a way for her to release her demons without having to break or punch things. But when he walked through the door that night, three weeks ago. He was greeted with darkness, the destroyed appearance of the room only visible from the streetlights outside. Flicking a switch, his heart sank as his eyes surveyed the room. An upturned table with two of its legs missing, the painting on the walls torn from its shattered frames and blood. Jane's blood.

Roman couldn't remember the last time he slept. He found his mind was working overtime. Horrible scenarios creeping up on him when he found himself thinking about where she could have gone…who could have taken her. He knew she wouldn't have just gotten up and left. She wouldn't do that. Not to him…would she?

He thought he could never feel as empty as he did all those months ago. When he woke up with no memory of who he was and what had happened to him, but every day that passed without his sister by his side, he could feel the empty feeling in his chest intensify. He always found himself wondering if his sister felt like this. Before they were reunited. He sat in the bathroom, his knees pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around them as he fiddled with the silver coin in his hands. There was no sound, except for the constant dripping of the shower head.

When he wakes up that morning, it's to the arrival of his detail. The drive to the office is silent.

"I got a ping!"

Patterson hurriedly punched some keys on her keyboard, paying no attention to the way the images and data flew across the screens in the bullpen. Weller crossed his arms as he shifted from foot to foot, sighing tiredly.

"Got a ping from what?" He asked, his head slightly moving to Roman who stood next to him with a hopeful expression.

"One of the tattoos?" Zapata joined the conversation, Reade stood slouched beside her. Patterson quickly brought up what seemed to be grainy surveillance footage, turning to face the team.

"I got an automatic ping after the police in Queens filed a witness statement. The witness told local authorities that he saw a woman fight with some heavily armoured men that pulled her out of the van. When asked to describe the woman, he said she was tall with black short hair and she was covered in tattoos."

"Jane." Roman said, stepping forward ever so slightly, his eyes widening as he stared at the screen.

Patterson nodded. "I managed to track down the exact location of the witness statement and find some CCTV footage. It shows…"

She stopped, moving her eyes towards Roman, his wide blue eyes never leaving the frozen images on the screens before him.

"It shows what Patterson?" Kurt put forward. Patterson licked her lips nervously as Roman turned his eyes towards her.

"Are you sure you want to be here for this Roman, the video is-"

"Just play the video Patterson!" Kurt yelled, making her jump slightly.

"Okay, Okay…just…be prepared."

As Patterson turned and pressed a button on her keyboard, the grainy video came to life, showing what appeared to be a white van pull up to the gates of an old warehouse. Three people got out of the vehicle, wearing dirty beige flak jackets. They each moved to the back of the van, two positioning themselves either side of the door, whilst the other trained his weapon forward. The minuet the men opened the door, a smaller figure surged from the opening, knocking the closest man to the floor. A well-placed punch to the throat made sure the man didn't move again. The others rushed in to action, the shorter of the two reaching for the baton that hung from his belt. He surged forward, raising the weapon high above his head. In an instant, the woman was on her feet. It didn't take long to realise the figure to be Jane, her black cargo pants and white tank top were a dead giveaway. Not to mention the intricate artwork that adored her arms. She resumed a fighting stance, one foot behind the other as her hands raised poised and ready. It was only now that Kurt realised the growing red stain centred just above her hip. She was hurt. Badly. They watched as she dodged each attack the man sent her way, expertly finding her way behind him. She broke his neck in one swift movement. Turning, she faced her last attacker, once again raising her hands. Poised to defend herself. Kurt frowned when the tattooed woman suddenly arched her back, her entire body tensing painfully before falling to a heap on the floor. Her remaining attacker straightened his back as another figure walked in to view.

"Shepard" Kurt heard Roman whisper the name venomously under his breath. He continued to watch the video feed, his eyes focused on Jane as Shepard and the remaining solider carried her away. The video feed went dark and the room was silent.

"Patterson." Kurt spoke after a full minuet. "When was this?"

"Three weeks ago. The night Jane disappeared. "

"Why are we only getting the ping now?" Reade asked.

"The witness only came forward this morning."

" Three weeks is a long time?" Zapata echoed. "Jane would be long gone by now."

Kurt sighed.

"Tasha's right Patterson. Shepard couldn't have held Jane there for more than a few days. They would have cleaned that place out the moment they moved on."

"But they could have left something. Something that will lead them to where they went." Roman turned to face Weller.

"Roman…"

"It's worth a shot."

Kurt was silent as he turned to face the bearded man.

"Please…my sister is out there, she needs us, she needs me. Please…"

Sighing, Kurt nodded his head.

"Okay, lets head out." He ordered, turning, he moved towards the elevator. Roman reached out and grabbed his arm.

"I'm coming with you."

"Roman-"

"My abusive sociopath of a mother has my sister. I am coming with you. It wasn't a request."

Kurt sighed, knowing better than to try and change the man's mind.

"Fine, but you don't leave my sight."

It was night by the time they reached their destination, a thick fog starting to form as a biting chill hung in the air. Kurt watched the warehouse from the driver's seat, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

"I want everyone to be cautious. If Shepard is responsible for Jane's disappearance, she could have booby-trapped the place. Keep a cool head."

A series of nods was all the answer he needed.

"Tasha, Reade take the side entrance, Roman and I will go through the front door. Keep in radio contact."

He looked towards the warehouse once more.

"Let's move."

As they approached the warehouse, Kurt could feel cruel eyes follow his every move, cold and calculating as he reached his hand towards the door, he heard the slight crackle of static in his ear and as he pulled open the door to the warehouse, he realised to late the small bit of wire that pocked out from the top of the door. Within moments, he was on his back, his ears ringing as his eyes struggled to focus on anything but the dark spots that had suddenly appeared in his vision. A blurred figure approached him, tall and dark, cruel yet somehow familiar. The last thing he saw was a flash of bright green eyes than a butt of a rifle.

His word went dark.

The next chapter will be a lot longer, I was thinking about making this one a separate fic with multiple chapters, but I don't think I have the time to write a multi chapter fic. I will think about it. The next chapter is a lot darker and deals with some pretty dark themes, so be prepared. Please tell me what you think! PT:2 of Mission (Alternate) will be up by the end of the week.