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

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I had a few I've been piddling with…so I'm posting them. At lease this one is longer than the others! One shot…

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Jane was tired. The team was back together…sort of. The new tattoos had turned out to be explosive in their content. As a result, the data base had been moved back to the apartment and they were working on it after hours. This allowed them to contain the explosive information, all the while still following her trail that Roman wanted them on. She knew this path would lead them somewhere they didn't want to go, but she was helpless to stop the momentum. Just how bad the fallout was going to be was anyone's guess.

Kurt was in a meeting with Hirst today and Jane was still trying to get used to her new working environment. Reade was with Kurt and since Tasha and Patterson really didn't work at the NYO anymore, she was feeling very adrift.

"Let's go Weller," One of her new teammates called to her drawing her attention.

"What's going on?" Jane stood and followed after him.

"We've got a call about a hostage situation." Jackson told her heading toward the armory, four other agents falling in line behind them.

"Where?" Jane's mind was already transitioning into battle mode.

"Briar Woods Academy, it's an elementary school," Jackson said grimly.

Jane stopped dead.

"Any casualties?" She demanded her heart racing.

"Two administrators wounded, one dead."

"The kids?" Jane worried.

"They're the hostages."

"How many?" Jane asked.

"Forty-two students," Jackson said grimly.

"Assailants?" Jane demanded.

"Three."

"Do we know what they want?"

"You." Jackson told her his face serious.

"What?" Jane looked up at him in surprised.

"Their only demand was that they wanted a face to face with Jane Doe Weller, aka Alice Remi Krueger." Jackson explained.

"Did you notify Reade and Kurt?" Jane felt her heart sink.

"They are unavailable," Jackson denied, "I believe they are meeting with the President himself."

Jane pulled out her phone and sent out a group text to her old team letting them know what was happening.

"Did they have conditions?" Jane asked pulling on her vest.

"All forty-two hostages for you," Jackson told her.

"What's the strategy?" Jane reached for her gun.

"We're going to make the exchange." Jackson said calmly.

At that Jane froze and looked over at him with a serious expression.

"What?"

"My daughter in one of the hostages," Jackson explained pulling his gun, "Now you can either come with us willingly or I can deliver your body to them."

Jane looked around at her new team and realized that they were a tight group and she was expendable.

"You're just going to trust them to keep their word?" She said seriously.

"My daughter is worth ten of you," Jackson insisted, "We know what you are…who you are. This is your chance to do something to make up for your past. Wouldn't you rather die redeeming yourself than live with these children's blood on your hands?"

"What's going on?" Rich demanded walking into the room.

"None of your business," Jackson told him bluntly.

"He can help us," Jane insisted looking at Jackson intently.

"We don't need his help," Jackson denied, "We already have what they want."

"Jane?" Rich worried.

"It's okay Rich," Jane knew she would have to either take on all five of the FBI Agents surrounding them or the three assailants at the school. On one hand, her new team obviously didn't know her well enough to be afraid, but there were more of them and she didn't want to hurt them. On the other hand, the hostage takers knew her well enough to ask for her by all her names, so she would definitely lose the element of surprise, but there were only three of them…

"Let's go," Jackson insisted.

Jane went. She might not make it through this, but the kids had a better chance if she at least tried.

Rich met her eyes as she was walking toward him and she let him see that she wanted him to step aside.

He did so reluctantly, knowing he would be more help to her alive than if he got himself killed now.

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Kurt was sitting in another of a string of meetings he had no use for. He didn't understand why he was even here… Reade was the Assistant Director of the NYO Branch of the New York FBI.

"Weller, could you try to look less like you're imagining shooting them all?" Hirst said with a smile.

"Why am I here?" Kurt demanded.

"We wanted you to come willingly so there was less of a chance that you would be subpoenaed. This way you look like you have nothing to hide." Hirst explained patiently.

"I don't have anything to hide," Kurt insisted.

"Then this should be no problem," Hirst insisted.

Kurt shared a look with Reade.

"Is this the last meeting?" Kurt relented.

"Last one," Reade assured him.

Kurt felt his phone vibrate and reached for it to check the text when he received Rich's phone call.

"Weller," He answered.

"You need to come back," Rich demanded without greeting him.

"Rich," Kurt took a deep breath, "We have one more meeting to go to then we'll be back."

"No," Rich insisted, "You don't understand, somethings wrong with Jane."

"What?" Kurt froze.

"I walked in on Jackson holding her at gunpoint and then they all left together."

"They?" Kurt clarified.
"The new team," Rich explained.

"Why would the team take Jane anywhere at gunpoint?" Kurt demanded.

"What?" Reade demanded stepping closer to Kurt before reaching for his phone.

Jane's text was waiting for him. He cursed viciously.

"What?" Kurt demanded looking over at him.

"There's a hostage situation at Briar Woods Academy."

"What's that have to do with Jane?" Weller demanded with a worried frown.

"Jackson's daughter goes to school there," Reade explained, "He spent an entire month regaling us on just how hard it was to get her enrolled."

"I guess we don't need two guesses to know what they wanted." Hirst said with hard voice.

"Let's go," Kurt insisted, "Rich I need blueprints for Briar Woods Academy," Kurt warned him.

"I'll send them to your phone," Rich assured him before hanging up.

"If he agrees to their terms," Reade argued, "There's no guarantee that they won't just kill the kids too."

"He's compromised," Kurt insisted, "He's not thinking straight."

"Are you?" Reade worried.

"I'm going after Jane," Kurt insisted, "Not Jackson." Not yet anyway…Kurt thought.

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They arrived at the school and Jane stepped willingly from the vehicle.

While Jackson went to liaison with the police on the scene Jane looked at his team.

"I know you're tight with Jackson," Jane said seriously, "But you can't just trust that sending me in there is going to do anything but give them another hostage."

"We aren't listening to you," One of the other team members warned her.

"You can't get out of this," Another one insisted.

"I'm not trying to get out of anything," Jane insisted, "But if you want these kids out of there alive, you need to start thinking like FBI Agents."

"What do you know about being and FBI Agent?" One of them demanded.

Suddenly there was a flurry of activity that drew Jane's attention.

Tasha had arrived and she didn't come alone. Her team fanned out behind her and she approached Jane, ignoring Jackson, the police and the other FBI Agents with her.

"What have we got?" Tasha asked her.

"You're CIA," Jackson protested walking back up to them, "You have no jurisdiction here."

Tasha ignored him, "Jane?"

"Forty-two hostages, three assailants, two wounded and one dead." Jane relayed.

"What's the plan?" Tasha asked.

"We're negotiating the release of the hostages," Jackson insisted.

"What do they want?" Tasha finally turned toward him.

"Jane Doe," Jackson explained.

"What?" Tasha's eyes flew back to Jane.

"We are going to send in what they want and they are going to release the children," Jackson explained patiently.

"What is this…third grade?" Tasha asked in disbelief, "That's your plan? What did Rich give you?" Tasha turned back to Jane.

"They wouldn't include him in the op," Jane explained, "We have no building specs or video feed."

"What the hell is going on?" Tasha noticed that one of the Agents appeared to be holding a gun pointed at Jane.

"Jackson's daughter is one of the hostages," Jane explained, "He's making emotional decisions."

"You're going to get your daughter killed," Tasha said bluntly.

"NO," Jackson vehemently denied, "I'm not willing to risk her life to save Jane Doe."

"Jane Weller," Tasha denied before turning to the other FBI Agents, "You're ending your careers, you know that right?"

They began to look nervous.

Rich and Patterson arrived together. Patterson looked furious and Rich was carrying a laptop and his face was stoic.

"Where are Reade and Kurt?" Patterson demanded.

"Meeting with the President," Jane was the one that explained.

"Did you notify them?" Patterson insisted.

"They are meeting with the President," Jackson said as if she were slow.

"Yeah," She looked at Jackson impatiently, "I heard. So they should be right behind us."

"They're going to be too late," Jackson said turning toward Jane, "They want you to remove your weapons and your vest and walk to the main entrance."

"She's not doing that," Patterson denied, "We need an actual plan."

"They know she's here," Jackson insisted, "They said she has five minutes or they kill one of the hostages."

Jane, Tasha, Patterson and Rich shared a look.

Jane began to remove her vest.

"You can't go in there," Patterson protested, "They'll kill you."

"Probably," Jane admitted, "But Jackson really didn't give us any alternatives at this point."

"Do we have any idea who they are?" Tasha demanded to Jackson.

"No," He admitted.

The more they talked the more agitated the FBI team became. They knew they'd made a mistake.

Suddenly Tasha looked over her shoulder at the CIA team standing behind them. With a nod they drew their weapons.

The FBI didn't have any time to react before Tasha told Jackson, "I'm taking control of the scene."

"You can't do that!" Jackson said even as cuffs were slapped on his wrists.

"I just did," Tasha felt no remorse, nor did she spare him a second thought.

"Jane put the vest back on underneath your shirt," Tasha insisted, "Rich I need video feed and schematics of this building. Patterson, contact Reade and Kurt…make sure they know what's going on here."

"I'll route their phones if I have to," Patterson agreed.

Looking over to her Agents, Tasha said, "I need spotters on the roof adjacent to this building. We need to acquire the targets in the next two minutes."

They moved off at a fast clip.

Turning toward the now cuffed FBI Agents she told them, "I'm going to need your coms."

"You can't do this!" Jackson said furiously.

She pulled the earpiece from his ear and told him bluntly, "You're not going to be needed them anymore."

"Let us help," One of Jackson's team implored.

"Oh, please," Patterson told them, "You're so fired."

Jane, Patterson, Tasha and Rich set up coms.

"I have less than a minute," Jane worried to Tasha.

"You're still going in?" One of Jackson's team demanded.

Jane ignored her.

"If they go for a head shot," Tasha worried, "Kurt will end up killing Jackson."

Jackson paled at that.

"He doesn't know what Jackson did yet," Jane insisted.

"Yes he does," Rich denied, "I already called him."

"Keep Kurt away from Jackson," Jane said with a pained look at Tasha.

"Don't get killed," Tasha rebutted.

"Are we ready?" Tasha asked into her CIA coms.

She nodded to Jane who turned toward the building and stepped out from behind the barricade.

The FBI Team in custody watched her willing walk across the open space with shamed expressions. They had underestimated her.

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Kurt and Reade arrived when Jane was half way to the door.

Jumping from the car they ran over to Tasha.

"What's she doing?" Kurt demanded as Reade restrained him from going after her.

"Jackson notified the gunmen that Jane was here and they only gave her five minutes to remove her vest and her gun and present herself or they begin killing the hostages." Tasha explained.

"Tell me she didn't do that," Kurt pleaded.

"We made her put her vest on under her shirt," Tasha admitted, "But she's not carrying a weapon."

Kurt cursed viciously.

"Assistant Director Reade," Jackson called to him, "Zapata took the scene and arrested us. She has no jurisdiction…"

Reade placed a hand on Kurt's chest when Kurt turned to look at Jackson, before he walked over to his former team.

"Right now you're all fired and being held for questioning," Reade informed them, "However, if Jane Weller is killed as a result of your negligent handling of this situation, I will bring charges against you for aiding and abetting a terrorist organization in conspiring to kill and FBI Asset."

At that blunt statement the team realized just how badly they had mismanaged a dangerous situation.

Jane was just nearing the door and Kurt's eyes were glued to her slight form.

As she reached for the handle a shot shattered the glass door and she flew backward landing hard.

"Are the targets acquired," Zapata demanded into the com. At their confirmation, she advised, "Take them."

Kurt was already moving toward Jane when the CIA gunman on the roofs eliminated the suspects.

"Clear,"

"Clear,"

"Clear," They each said as the SWAT team rushed the building.

Kurt didn't have access to the CIA coms so far as he was concerned, Jane was still very much at risk. He closed the distance between them and pulled her into the shelter of the brick wall and shielded her while checking her for damage.

"I'm okay," Jane assured him breathlessly.

Tasha, Rich, Reade and Patterson soon joined them.

Looking over Kurt's shoulder while he held her tightly she smiled at Tasha, "They didn't go for the headshot."

Kurt's arms tightened at her comment.

"No," Tasha smiled down at her, "They didn't."

"Well, thank God," Rich agreed in exasperation.

"Are you really going to bring charges against them?" Patterson asked Reade looking over at the cuffed Federal Agents.

"Yeah," Reade admitted, "I am."

"Good," Patterson approved looking down at how Jane's face was currently pressed into Weller's neck. Walking away had been easier when nobody needed her, but now with everything that was happening she felt the ties of family pulling her back into the fold. She didn't know what it said about her when she was forced to acknowledge the sense of anticipated she felt at the coming challenges. She was also looking forward to the satisfaction she would get at beating Roman at his own game…