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"We're sharing a room?" Jane demanded once the door closed behind them.

"It's either me or Romeo," Rich warned her.

After spending two hours fending off his advances, Jane had to admit…if only to herself… that Rich was the lesser of two evils. Who knew that could be true?

"I thought you said there would be other people here," Jane accused him.

"There will be," Rich insisted, "They must be coming in tomorrow."

Jane walked over and sat on the bed.

Watching her pensive expression, Rich walked over and sat down next to her.

"He's going to be fine," Rich insisted.

"He is going to be pissed." Jane corrected.

"I'm going to blame you," Rich admitted, unabashed.

"Figures," Jane glared at him.

"He loves you," Rich reminded her, "He will probably kill me."

"If I don't do it first," Jane warned him when his arm fell across her shoulders.

He immediately let it drop.

"Calm down," Rich chided, "We're supposed to be together."

"So where are you sleeping?" Jane asked, noticing that although they had two chairs to sit in, there was no couch in the room.

Rich looked down at the bed and then up at her with a hopeful little smile.

"No way," Jane denied.

"Oh, come on," Rich insisted, "Unless you don't think you'll be able to resist me…"

"You wish," Jane rolled her eyes.

"No," Rich insisted seriously, "We need to share."

"Why?" Jane asked him suspiciously.

"Jack really does think he's a Romeo. God's gift to women, if he even remotely expects that we aren't what we seem…let's just say neither of us will like the outcome." Rich warned her.

"You're right," Jane suddenly realized, "Kurt is going to kill you."

"Stubbles will understand," Rich denied, "But in case this is my last few days…could you call me darling?"

"Rich," Jane turned away from his hopeful expression and looked at the bed in resignation.

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Kurt woke up groggy and confused. Opening his eyes he realized he was in the hospital. Turning his head he looked over and saw…Patterson.

The machine he was connected to immediately recorded the abrupt spike in his heart rate.

Where was Jane?

The last thing he could remember was seeing her flying out the broken front window of the Deli…had she been hit? Was she…

"Kurt," Patterson sat forward and smiled at him in relief.

"Where's Jane?" Kurt demanded.

"She's fine," Patterson assured him.

"Where. Is. Jane?" Kurt repeated more forcefully.

"She went with Rich," Patterson reluctantly admitted.

When Kurt tried to sit up, she immediately placed her hands on his chest and insisted, "She made us promise to keep you in the hospital."

"I distinctly remember denying Rich's request," Kurt was pissed, "You want to explain exactly how this happened?"

"Hirst approved the op," Patterson explained.

"Why did Jane agree?" Kurt demanded.

"I wouldn't say she exactly agreed," Patterson denied, "But she'd just watched you get shot…so I'm thinking she was about willing to do anything to catch whoever was responsible."

"Do we have coms?" Kurt demanded.

"No," Patterson denied.

"We didn't send them on their own?" Kurt demanded.

"Roman trailed them." Patterson assured him.

"That will only tell us where she is, not what's happening to her." Kurt insisted.

"I'm sorry," Patterson tried to sooth him.

"Get me out of here," Kurt looked over at Patterson with determination.

"I'll see what I can do," Patterson reluctantly agreed.

No sooner had she disappeared from view, that Kurt was pushing aside the covers. Determination got him out of bed…love kept him going.

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Jane knew something was wrong almost immediately.

"Rich," She looked over at him in alarm.

"It must have been in the food," Rich realized.

Jane being slighter went down first. Rich looked over at her in dismay and knew he didn't have much time. He picked her up pulled off her shirt and left her in her pants and undershirt. He then pulled off his own shirt until he was in his undershirt. Picking her up, he placed her under the covers and moved around and climbed into bed beside her. Determined to keep her with him, he pulled her into his arms and felt immediate regret for bring her here. Stubbles was going to kill him if he let anything happen to Jane. He pulled the covers over them and by the time the drugs knocked him out, he had done all he could.

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Tasha looked at him.

"I knew you wouldn't stay in the hospital," Tasha said from the driver seat.

"If you knew me so well," Kurt demanded with a scowl, "How could you let Jane do this?"

Tasha passed him her phone.

Kurt looked down to see Jane staring up at him from the screen. For a moment, he thought she was actually on the call. When he realized it was a recording, he felt his heart drop. He hesitated only a moment before pressing the play button.

"Kurt, I went with Rich on his little scavenger hunt…I am not dead, I am fine.Do NOT leave the hospital. I will come to see you as soon as we get back.I….Love you."

He forwarded the video to his phone.

"She wanted you to stay in the hospital." Tasha insisted before she pulled away.

"Then she should have stayed here and made sure I did," Kurt said flatly.

Shaking her head Tasha pulled away, Patterson in the back looking every bit as concerned as she felt.

"Do we have a location yet?" Kurt demanded.

"It's pretty far out," Tasha warned him.

"Then we better get on with it." Kurt insisted.

"Reed has set up a base at a hotel about five miles from the compound," Tasha explained, "Roman is on the grounds attempting to make contact with Jane."

"Does he have a com?" Kurt immediately demanded.

"Yes," Patterson assured him.

"Patch me in," Kurt insisted.

Patterson knew not to argue. She passed him a com and she and Tasha put their own on. Patterson texted Stewart and within moments they were all connected.

"What have you got?" Kurd demanded once Roman responded.

"This place is remote," Roman warned him, "The compound has a high fence, ten feet easily. There are armed guards and patrol dogs."

"The property is three hundred acres," Stewart warned them, "But the house sits on the edge of the north property line."

"Can you get close enough for contact?" Kurt insisted.

"I can see the house," Roman confirmed, "Jane and Rich arrived just over three hours ago."

"Is there a lot of activity?" Tasha worried.

"No," Roman denied, "It's quiet."

It was already dark. In fact it was quite late. He made his way to the side of the house and began checking windows. Moving to the second floor balcony, he found Jane in the second window.

"I've got her," Roman told the team.

"Is she okay?" Kurt demanded.

"She's sleeping," Roman said in surprise.

"Sleeping?" Kurt didn't know why he was surprised, but neither of them slept well without the other so he had expected her to be awake.

"She's not alone," Roman warned them.

"What?" Kurt demanded.

"It's Rich," Roman explained.

"She's sharing a room with Rich?" Kurt was not amused.

"Not just the room," Roman denied.

"The bed?" Kurt demanded. This didn't make any sense.

Knocking on the window, Roman waited. When she didn't respond, he knocked a little louder. Nothing. Now he knew they had a problem. No way would Jane be able to sleep like that in her current surroundings.

"She's not waking up." Roman warned them.

Just then the door began to open and Roman ducked out of sight.

"We have a third party," Roman warned the team, going dark.

The man that entered the room moved directly to Jane's side of the bed. With the man's back to him, Roman was able to watch as the man leaned down and ran his hand down the side of Jane's face.

Roman reached for his gun.

Rising back up the man stood looking down at Jane for the longest time. Then inexplicably he leaned over her and pulled the blanket up around her before turning once more toward the door.

Jane never moved.

"She's been drugged," Roman reported.

"How do you know?" Reed demanded.

"Well," Roman explained, "A man just entered the room and touched her and she didn't wake up."

"Touched her…how?" Kurt demanded.

"He ran his hand down her face and adjusted the covers," Roman explained.

"We need to extract her." Kurt demanded.

"I can't carry them both," Roman denied.

"We aren't leaving her," Kurt was adamant.

"Stewart I need in," Roman told him.

"I'll disable the window alarm," Stewart assured him.

"Don't forget to check for cameras," Patterson warned him.

"I'm on it," Stewart assured her.

"Well?" Kurt demanded impatiently.

"You're clear." Stewart assured Roman.

He made short work of the lock on the window and once he was inside he closed it behind him.

Moving over toward Jane, Roman took her pulse.

"Jane," Roman shook her gently. Nothing.

"Rich?" He tried. Nothing.

"Yeah," Roman said over the coms, "They aren't waking up."

"I can help," Reed immediately offered.

"There is no way we are going to be able to carry them out of here and avoid the security." Roman denied.

"What do you have in mind?" Patterson worried.

"I'm going to stay," Roman told them, "Keep an eye on them."

"Once it gets light out," Stewart warned him, "You'll be stuck inside."

"I am not leaving her vulnerable like this," Roman insisted.

"What if the man comes back?" Tasha asked Roman.

"He came to make sure they were unconscious," Stewart insisted, "Now that he knows they are he has no reason to come back."

Roman didn't say anything.

"Roman?" Kurt demanded.

"He has one reason to come back," He denied remembering the look on the man's face when he looked down at Jane.

"I'm coming in," Kurt told him, his jaw clinched.

"I was thinking that instead of trying to carry anyone out," Reed suggested, "We take in some adrenalin and just wake them up."

"Maybe not both of them," Patterson insisted, "Just Rich."

"Why?" Kurt demanded.

"Rich needed time to hack into Jack's computer system. Since everyone knows he's been drugged, they won't expect him to do that. Security won't be on high alert and he'd have hours to work on it." Patterson suggested.

"Fine," Kurt agreed, "I'll take in the syringe."

"No," Tasha denied, "You just got out of the hospital."

"I'm going," Kurt wouldn't back down.

"What if you get detected on the way in?" Reed demanded, "You can't risk tearing open your stitches."

"I won't get detected," Kurt denied.

"Kurt…" Patterson looked at him with concern.

"I have to go," He told her his vulnerability apparent.

"Where do we get the adrenalin?" Tasha demanded.

"I'll handle it," Reed assured them. "It will be ready by the time you get here."

Kurt didn't waste any time once they arrived. He took the two syringes Reed provided and Tasha offered to drive him to the compound.

"I promised her I would watch out for you," Tasha told him.

"I need to do this and you understand and are helping me," Kurt told her, "That is watching out for me."

"You suck," Tasha told him.

"Love you too," Kurt told her.

Watching him climb from the car, Tasha felt nothing but anxiety.

"He's on the move," She told Roman.

"I'll let you know when he gets here." Roman assured them.

Kurt moved quickly. He felt awful, but it had as much to do with Jane being in this situation as it did with his recent surgery.

When he went to climb up to the second floor, he took several deep breaths before moving on. If he tore his stitches he'd have to leave and he had no intension of doing that.

Roman had the window open for him and Kurt climbed inside.

"He's in," Roman told the team.

Kurt moved immediately to Jane's side. Seeing the way that Rich was clutching her he scowled.

He removed one of the syringes and passed it over to Roman. Leaning over Jane he studied her sleeping face and looked for any signs of distress. He ran his hand down her cheek before resting it against her throat to feel the reassurance beat of her heart against his hand.

Rich came awake abruptly.

"What?" He looked from Roman to Kurt in confusion.

He suddenly realized that he was holding Jane against him and his arms dropped away hastily.

"It's not what it looks like," He insisted, looking back and forth between Roman and Kurt fearfully.

"Get up," Roman whispered impatiently.

"We were drugged," Rich explained.

"Did they place you in bed?" Roman demanded.

"No," Rich reluctantly admitted, "Jane went down first…she's so slight. I did that so that Jack wouldn't have any reason to handle her…"

"Thanks Rich," Kurt told him.

"Let's go," Roman urged him.

"Where?" Rich was still confused.

"There's a rumor going around that you want to hack into a computer system." Roman said dryly.

"Oh," Rich finally caught up, "This is good."

"Are we going to wake Jane?" He worried.

"No," Kurt denied, "I'll watch out for her."

"How are you here?" Rich demanded suddenly.

"Jane's here," Roman reminded him, as if that were explanation enough.

Looking over at Kurt watching Jane, Rich smiled, it was enough.

Rich climbed from the bed and pulled on his shirt.

Kurt waited for them to leave, before he walked around and slid into the bed beside Jane. He was exhausted and in pain, but he took the time to pull her against him before he settled back against the headboard to wait. His hand ran gently over her face and hair. The thought of her so vulnerable did something to him. He felt almost savage at the thought of her abused in any way.
"Weller, you still with us?" Patterson worried.

"I'm here," Kurt assured her.

"You have to get out of there before daylight," Patterson insisted. "You cannot hide in the house. You have to sleep and you need to get your bandages changed. You also have medicine to take."

"I'll get out before dawn," Kurt assured her.

"I'm holding you to it," Patterson warned him.

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Rich led Roman through the hallways silently. They came to the server room and Stewart gained them access. Once inside Rich pulled out a chair and got to work. He first searched for the missing military code he'd promised Patterson before corrupting the file to ensure that during the next backup ruined the data completely. He then moved on to the NSA backdoor. He spent hours searching.

"It's getting late," Roman warned him.

Rich looked up with a frown. "I'm close," Rich insisted.

"Well you're going to be dead," Roman warned him, "If you don't get back."

Rich reluctantly signed off and followed Roman back to the room.

They went in to find Kurt sitting against the headboard, Jane's head resting against his chest.

"I'd thought you'd fall asleep for sure," Rich admitted.

And leave Jane vulnerable? Unlikely, Roman thought.

"How are you doing?" Roman worried.

"I've felt better," Kurt admitted.

"We need to get you out of here," Roman insisted.

"Are you staying?" Rich asked Roman in surprise.

"No," Reed said from the window, "I am."

"We need to wake Jane up before we go," Roman insisted.

"Why?" Rich asked puzzled.

"We don't know how exactly what they gave you." Roman insisted, "We need to make sure she gets up okay."

"Do it," Kurt told Roman.

"I'm only giving her a half dose," Roman told him, "The effects of the drugs could already be wearing off."

Kurt held still while Roman administered the dose.

He knew the second she was awake, but unlike Rich she didn't move a muscle. If he hadn't been holding her so tightly he wouldn't have known she was conscious. She stiffened immediately, but then she relaxed. She'd know his body anywhere. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up into his concerned face.

"You're supposed to be in the hospital," She accused him.

"And you're supposed to be sitting in the chair next to my bed holding my hand," He accused her.

"Then what they hell are we doing here?" Jane pushed herself up to look down at him in concern.

"Every time I close my eyes, my wife disappears," Kurt told her bluntly.

Seeing how pale he was, Jane didn't bother to argue. It probably seemed like that to him.

Looking over at Roman and Reed she demanded, "How could you let him come here?"

"Once he realized you'd been drugged," Roman told her, "There was no stopping him."

That explained her pounding head. Jane realized lifting her hand up to it absently.

"Are you okay?" Kurt worried.

"I'm fine," Jane dismissed, "We need to get Kurt out of here."

"Come with me," Kurt implored her.

"She can't leave," Rich protested, "I need another night."

"Jack's just going to drug you again," Roman protested.

"I'll find sometime today to get access to the computer," Rich insisted, "We'll be gone before tonight."

"I brought more doses of adrenalin." Reed assured them.

"You have until 5PM to get what you need," Kurt warned Rich, "After that, we're coming in."

"Fine," Rich agreed, secretly relieved.

Kurt walked over to where Jane was standing, "Be careful," He insisted taking her hand and putting it against his chest.

"You too," She said meeting his concerned eyes.

He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly before nuzzling her neck as he pulled her in gently for a hug.

She closed her eyes and held him just as gently. Reaching up she cupped his face and urged him, "Go."

As he disappeared through the window, she looked over at Reed with a distraught expression.

He walked over and hugged her awkwardly.

"As much as I hate to suggest this," He said, "You should probably assume the position you were in before. They might come to wake you up."

"You'll let me know when they're safe?" Jane worried.

"I promise," Reed agreed.

Jane followed Rich to the bed. When he pulled her against him she looked over at him with an exasperated expression, "Really?"

"Hey," Rich insisted, "I was trying to ensure nobody took you away while we slept."

"When do you think they'll come to get us?" Jane worried.

"I hope it's late," Rich yawned, "Unlike you, sleeping beauty, I didn't get any rest."

"They're out," Reed told Jane with a smile.

Soon after that, Rich began to snore and Jane and Reed shared an exasperated look. This just kept getting better and better.

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