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After Ivan left, Rich turned to Patterson, "Let's go."

"Not yet," She denied.

"Why not?" Rich demanded.

"You heard Tasha," Patterson reminded him, "She told Blake that there was an attack on their firewall."

"So…ohhh." Rich began to look nervous.

"That's risky," He warned her.

"They're going to run diagnostic to check the system," Patterson insisted, "See if they can isolate the breach."

"You want to use their own system against them," He realized.

"We know we're looking for five other people," Patterson insisted, "Four of them here and one of them absent."

"There are like five hundred people here," Rich exaggerated.

"If we can hack into Blake's contacts and compare them to the guest list, we can narrow down the search. Once we identify those people, we can arrest her and this will all be over." Patterson argued.

"Are you doing this just to keep Ivan from meeting her for lunch?" Rich asked suspiciously.

"Of course not!" Patterson denied.

"You know if they catch us, we're dead," Rich reminded her.

"Well, that's not going to happen," Patterson insisted, "We're the best."

"We're the best?" Rich gave her a little smile, "Are you starting to appreciate me?"

"Stuff it Rich," Patterson swatted him.

"You can't have it both ways," He continued to tease her.

"Okay," Patterson conceded, "You're pretty good."

"That killed you didn't it?" He asked seriously.

"If anyone is going to get killed," Patterson said in exasperation, "It isn't going to be me."

"Wow, you just turned on me, like that…" He snapped his fingers. "Are you pre-menstrual?"

"Are you in or not?" Patterson did almost look homicidal at that last question.

"Of course I'm in," Rich assured her, "You'd just go get yourself killed without me. Unfortunately, right now I'm the level headed one."

"You wish," Patterson denied.

"Let's go die," Rich insisted.

"You're not funny," Patterson told him.

"Not funny is going to be when the other's find out what you did," He denied, "That's when you're going to see not funny."

Patterson knew he was right, but she was undeterred. It was worth the risk…

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Ivan knew he was being watched, so he headed straight for the safe house. On the way he contacted Jane.

"Are they out yet?" He demanded.

"Not yet," Jane denied.

"What's taking so long?" He worried.

"I don't know," Jane admitted, "They shut off their Coms so they didn't interfere with your cuffs, they haven't turned them back on yet."

"Should I go back?" He asked.

"No," She denied, "It will just draw more suspicion."

"Let me know the second they make contact," Ivan insisted.

"I'll keep you posted," Jane assured him.

She hung up the phone and looked over at Kurt.

"I think somethings wrong," She worried.

"Patterson is probably just trying to get Rich away from the open bar," Kurt told her.

"Tasha unlocked the basement window in the event that we needed to make entry." Jane reminded him.

"No way are you going in there," Kurt denied, "You heard her, she has a hit out on you."
"We already knew that," Jane insisted.

Suddenly the phone rang.

"Weller," Kurt answered.

"Why haven't they left yet?" Reade demanded. He'd been stuck in a meeting, but obviously been monitoring the situation.

"We don't know," Kurt admitted, "We haven't had any contact. Can we get in touch with Tasha and see if they're okay?"

"I'll try to message her through Wizardville," Reade offered, "But if we don't hear from them soon, we're going to breach."

Kurt hung up knowing things were going south fast.

"What'd he say?" Jane worried.

"He's going to try to contact Tasha through Wizardville," Kurt explained, "If we don't hear back, we're going in."

Jane nodded in understanding and the waiting began.

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"Is this even legal?" Rich demanded watching Patterson's fingers fly over the keys.

"She admitted to murder," Patterson reminded him, "There was also a data breach giving us probable cause to investigate."

"That's a bit of a stretch don't you think?" He called foul, "Tasha was responsible for that breach."

"We don't know that," Patterson insisted.

"I don't know you," Rich told her, "Who are you and what did you do with the real Patterson?"

"Shut up and help me," Patterson insisted.

"I'll race you," Rich told her pulling out the keyboard on the next terminal. They were inside the server room and he knew this was a bad idea.

"Look at this!" Patterson gasped.

Rich looked at her monitor and demanded, "Is that what it looks like?"

"She tapes her meetings," Patterson looked over at Rich in shock.

"I guess that's how she and her father were able to get otherwise good people to go corrupt. They blackmailed them."

"Avery's god-mother said that her father was going to expose them and that's why he was killed." Patterson remembered.

"I guess if they try to blackmail someone and they don't play along, they just disappear?" Rich suggested.

"If we can get these files and verify that…" Patterson looked over at Rich, "We've got them."

"It will also narrow down her inner circle and even bring down some of the old guard." Rich was getting excited.

"Why would anyone keep something like that online?" Patterson said in a puzzled voice.

"Maybe the orphanage didn't train them in computers?" Rich suggested.

"Maybe they didn't have a dark web genius ever try to hack them before," Patterson suggested.

"Dark Web Genius? Awww…I'm going to make you call me that from now on," He warned her.

"I regret it already!" Patterson groaned.

"No take backs!" Rich told her.

They finished downloading the files and Patterson turned to Rich, "We need to get out of here."

"You think?" He stated the obvious.

They left the server room and made it back to the party undetected.

"You should warn Jane and Kurt that we're on our way out," Rich urged her. "They might be coming in for us."

Patterson didn't argue the point, "We're on our way out."
"Where have you been?" Reade's voice responded immediately.

"Gathering Intel," Patterson insisted.

"That wasn't part of the plan," Kurt argued. Looking over at where Jane had been opening the unlocked window.

"We had an opportunity," Patterson insisted, "And we took it."

"Are you almost out?" Jane worried.

"Coming down the steps now," Patterson confirmed. The car pulled up to the curb and Rich didn't wait for the driver to get out, but leaned down and opened the door himself.

Ivan was sitting inside the back seat waiting on them. He was dressed in black and the look on his face spoke volumes.

"Want to explain what you were doing?" He was pissed.

"Our jobs," Patterson reminded him, "Just like you."
"Why did you turn off your Coms?" Ivan demanded.

"We went into the server room," Patterson explained, "Any outside transmissions would have given us away."

He didn't say anything, but he didn't really need to. His look said it all.

Kurt and Jane made their way back to the surveillance van without being detected. Disaster averted.

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Tasha looked down at the unconscious man and knew she was at a crossroads.

For Rich and Patterson to get out, she'd needed to keep them from being detected and she had, but at the cost of her cover.

The second the guard reported to Blake that she was the one that rendered him unconscious, it would all be over.

Unless he didn't wake up

The thought came unbidden and Tasha knew she was skating close to the dark path she'd always tried to avoid.

She could abandon her cover, or she could kill a relatively innocent man and keep it. That this was taking her so long to decide told her more than she wanted to know about herself.

Blake would kill countless people if she let her get away. What was one life in the light of that?

Closing her eyes she felt her hand firm on her gun. There really wasn't any other choice.

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The team was in an uproar. Reade hadn't stopped berating them long enough for them to even tell him what they'd found.

Kurt was scowling and Ivan hadn't said another word to them.

Jane was the only one looking at her with sympathy.

"We found something," Patterson was finally forced to interrupt Reade's tirade.

"What?" He asked them.

"She tapes her meetings," Patterson had just finished downloading the files and open one to begin playing it.

They froze as they watched a high ranking member of the State Department sell out his soul.

"That's how they did it," Jane realized, "They blackmailed them."

"That's how they controlled them," Reade confirmed, "But they needed something on them first. These aren't good people that made a mistake. These are bad people that got caught."

"Not all of them," Jane protested.

"She's right," Patterson insisted, "Rich and I think that if they tried to blackmail the wrong person…that person just disappeared. If we can verify that…it will go a long way toward putting her in prison."

"Do you think it will help us identify her inner circle?" Kurt asked them.

"It should," Patterson insisted, "Thanks to Ivan we now know we're looking for seven, two of them being our undercover Agents."

"We can also go after the others," Reade realized, "Great job."

"It looks like another long night," Patterson warned Rich.

"I'll get the Red Bull," He agreed eagerly.

"I'm going to get changed," Patterson said wearily.

Jane walked over and gave her a hug before she could leave, "I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm sorry you were worried," Patterson told her.

Jane watched her go before walking over and looking up at Kurt.

"You were going after her, even though you didn't want me to go in there." Jane smiled up at him.

"I know you can handle yourself," Kurt looped his arms around her, "I just didn't want to put you in danger so soon after we found out you were cured."

"It's going to happen," Jane warned him.

"I know," Kurt admitted, "I've got your back."

"Don't worry," Jane squeezed him.

"I'll always worry," Kurt insisted, "But I don't want to change who you are and I respect what you can do."

She smiled up at him, her expression bestowed.

He smiled back down at her, looking somewhat bemused.

"What?" She asked him.

"I'm lucky."

"Oh, yeah?" She grinned.

"I have you," He told her.

Ivan watched his sister kissing her husband and headed for the locker room. He had some things to say to Patterson.

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The elevator opened and Reade looked up to see Tasha step off.

"What are you doing here?" He worried, "You're going to blow your cover."

"Too late for that," Tasha admitted.

"What happened?" Reade guided her back to his office.

"For Patterson and Rich to get out," Tasha explained, "I had to intervene."

"Are you okay?" Reade placed his hand on her shoulder in concern.

Tasha felt her eyes get moist.

"Tasha?" Reade stepped closer.

"I'm fine," She insisted.

"You don't seem fine," Reade noted.

"I almost killed a man tonight, just to keep my cover." Tasha explained.

"But you didn't?" Reade made it a question.

"No," Tasha confirmed, "I didn't, but that I considered it at all…"

When she trailed off he sat down next to her and took her hand.

"You didn't," Reade reminded her.

"I knew that Blake was going to be responsible for killing more people. One man instead of who knows how many…but I still couldn't do it." Tasha told him.

"That's not who you are," Reade reminded her.

"My cover is blown..." Tasha worried.

"Blake recorded the meetings in her office," Reade told her.

"All of them?" Tasha couldn't help but be surprised.

"There are hundreds of files," Reade explained.

"So…we got her?" Tasha said in relief.

"We got her," Reade confirmed with a big grin.

"So I didn't lose two jobs and the best thing that ever happened to me for nothing after all," Tasha realized aloud.

"The CIA wasn't for you anyway," Reade purposely didn't comment on her inference about their relationship. Now was not the time.

"Says the man that still has a job," Tasha reminded him.

"You know you can come back here," Reade insisted, "You belong with us…"

Tasha looked up at him in surprise.

"I know we're still figuring things out, but you are still my best friend." He assured her.

"And you're mine," She smiled up at him.

"Let's go tell the others," Reade suggested standing up.

Tasha couldn't resist giving him a hug. He smiled as he returned it.

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Patterson was still drying her hair when Ivan came into the locker room.

"You look better this way," He told her, seeing her natural complexion.

"Thanks," She knew she wasn't exactly a femme fatale.

"Want to tell me what you were thinking?" Ivan demanded with his jaw hard.

"I was doing my job," Patterson reminded him, "The same as everyone else."

"I was your backup," Ivan reminded her, "You didn't even tell me what you were planning."

"We had an opportunity and we took it," Patterson wasn't going to apologize.

"You took it?" Ivan repeated, laughing without mirth. "That's your explanation…you took it?"

"I'm not going to apologize to you or explain myself. This is what we do here." Patterson argued.

"I have been working toward taking Blake down for two years," Ivan insisted. "I walked away from my life, sacrificed my own brother, risked my sister's life, allowed myself to be shot, all to convince this psychotic witch I'm Roman and you just go off book and risk everything?"

By the time he ended his question, he was yelling.

"You were shot on purpose?" Patterson demanded.

"You're missing the point," Ivan insisted.

"Jane did that too," Patterson told him.

"What?" Ivan didn't know what she was talking about.

"Tasha shot her so that she could maintain her cover with Sandstorm," Patterson explained.

Ivan closed his eyes and tried to regain some control.

"Who are you?" Patterson demanded, "Someone hacked into my system to ensure that your blood matched Romans. Only a hand full of people would be able to do that."

"Don't ask questions I can't answer," Ivan warned her.

"Answer her," Jane said from the doorway.

Ivan turned to see his sister regarding him with suspicion.

"This is between me and Patterson," Ivan argued.

"Well," Jane walked toward Patterson with a steady pace, "That's not good enough."

"You need to trust me," Ivan told her.

"Trust is earned," Jane told him.

"I saved your life," Ivan reminded her.

"Well," Jane rebutted, "If you want to share that life with us, you need to be honest."

"In my line of work, if you're honest, you die," Ivan told them quietly.

"You're an Agent," Jane realized. "CIA?"

"NSA," Patterson charged. "Are you working for Nas?"

"Technically, Nas is working for me," Ivan admitted.

"How did that happen?" Patterson could feel relief flooding her that Ivan had been telling the truth about not being Roman.

"My adoptive Father was with the NSA. They were investigating the Orphanages, he was the one that fed Briggs the information she needed to liberate the children. When he could, he brought me back to the States with him and raised me. I trained with him until he was killed by Crawford."

"Ivan," Patterson placed her hand on his arm in sympathy.

"You were using Roman," Jane realized.

"He knew who I was," Ivan insisted, "It was his idea to be the one to approach Crawford."

"You told him Crawford was responsible for the Orphanages," Jane realized, "He didn't find anything from Sheppard."

"That's true," Ivan admitted.

"Was he expendable?" Jane asked him, "Am I? Patterson?"

"NO!" Ivan denied. "None of you are expendable. Roman just got in too deep. He fell in love with Blake, he wouldn't listen when I warned him. I didn't want anyone getting killed."

"So what now?" Jane asked him.

"I never betrayed you," Ivan insisted, "In fact, I was the one that brokered the deal to get you off."

"The offer Nas made came from you?" Jane felt sick, "The one that sent me back into Sandstorm without any memories and almost got us all killed?"

"You were a terrorist," Ivan reminded her, "We needed you to stop whatever Sheppard was planning. It gave you the chance at a new start, one that you chose."

She knew logically he was right, but he'd known about her and stood back in the shadows playing with her life like a chess match. That wasn't love. When she thought about everything she'd been through, her eyes closed in pain. She'd needed him and he'd been playing the long game.

"I understand," Jane stepped away from him.

"Jane," Ivan could see her hurt.

"What's going on?" Kurt demanded as he came in and sensed the tension in the room.

"Not now," Ivan warned Kurt.

Looking at his wife, Kurt turned toward Ivan, "Yes, now."

Jane felt Kurt's arm close around her and leaned into him gratefully.

"I'm with the NSA," Ivan admitted.

That pretty much said it all.

"Are you okay?" Kurt worried, looking down at Jane in concern.

She didn't answer, but nodded to him in assurance.

"Why are we just now finding out about this?" Kurt asked him.

"I was deep cover," Ivan explained, "I didn't know who I could trust."

"Does Reade know?" Patterson asked him.

"Nobody knows," Ivan insisted.

"Well, unless you want to be forced to meet Blake tomorrow at one, I better get on with deciphering the data." Patterson wouldn't look at him.

"I'll help," Ivan insisted.

"That's okay," Patterson assured him, "I've got Rich and the lab team to help me."

Watching her go, Ivan didn't say anything.

"I warned you," Kurt told him.

"What?' Ivan didn't understand.

"I told you if you wanted to have a relationship with these women, you needed to be honest with them." Kurt reminded him.

"This was never about what I wanted," Ivan insisted.

"That doesn't make it hurt any less," Jane explained.

Watching them go, Ivan felt a sense of helplessness he hadn't experienced since the orphanage. Cursing under his breath he acknowledged his mistake. The problem was he had no idea how to fix it.