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Jane was normally intimidating and fierce, but Jane eight months pregnant was the scariest thing Rich had ever seen.

"Are you, or are you not sure?" Jane demanded, her belly practically bumping Rich aside.

"I'm like…75% sure," Rich argued.

"75%?" Jane repeated with a glint in her eye.

"I…" Rich gulped.

"Jane," Patterson tried to sooth her, "Kurt's going to be fine. His Com is offline, but it's just because of the terrain."

"Reade?" Jane demanded.

"We're still trailing him," Reade assured her, "Tasha placed a tracker on their car yesterday."

"One that Ivan gave you?" She demanded. Ivan was still with the NSA, but he worked with them closely.

"Yes," Tasha assured her, "It's almost undetectable and very powerful."

"What if they found it and it compromised his cover?" Jane demanded.

"They didn't," Reade insisted. "The car hasn't stopped."

Jane began to pace back and forth. Her agitation was apparent.

"Maybe you should sit down," Ivan suggested from the doorway.

Jane turned to where her brother walked in.

"I should be out there with him," Jane argued.

"Yeah," Ivan smiled, "I'm sure that wouldn't distract him at all."

If Jane was scary when Kurt was out in the field, Kurt was scary the rest of the time when it came to Jane's welfare.

The team had secretly been amused when he started hovering over Jane and treating her like she was fragile, but the amusement had worn off the longer it lasted. Eight months later nobody was laughing. Not only had he not relaxed his vigil over her, he'd actually gotten worse. They'd had to add another line to their bet. Whether or not Kurt would live to see the birth or worry himself to death. It was a fifty/ fifty split.

"Do we still think they're on the way to the remote retreat?" Jane asked the team.

"It's the only thing this way," Reade assured her.

"We'll have contact once they arrive?" Jane confirmed. Her tone implied that the answer better be yes.

"Yes," Patterson was relieved to assure her.

Thirty minutes later the car reached the destination, but no sound could be heard.

Jane looked over at Patterson accusingly.

"I…" It was her tern to stutter.

Rich was slowly backing away. He wanted to be out of the blast zone before hurricane Jane hit.

"Let's go," Ivan suggested, stopping Jane before she said anything.

"No…" Patterson denied immediately.

"I don't think…" Rich protested involuntarily drawing Jane's attention.

"We'll take the chopper." Ivan offered. "You'll be close to everything that's happening, but out of danger."

"That's actually not a terrible idea," Rich admitted, looking at Ivan with relief.

"I don't know," Patterson was still reluctant.

"I'm going," Jane was adamant.

"She's going," Patterson repeated watching the pair as they left.

Rich took a deep breath, "Well, that spares us from Jane…now we just need to be somewhere else when Weller finds out Jane was in a helicopter."

"I'm booking the flight to anywhere else right now," Patterson admitted.

Rich smiled over at her in conspiracy.

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Kurt knew that things were going south almost immediately. The remote location wasn't so much a place to do business as it was an out of the way place to take care of business. Unfortunately, he was the business they wanted to take care of.

With his hands behind his back, he looked for a way out. He knew the others wouldn't realize he was in trouble until they reached the cabin and by then, it could very well be too late.

Jane protested him being the one going undercover. He'd assured her he knew what he was doing, but now all he could think about was her having to face a life without him. He couldn't accept never seeing Jane again or getting a chance to hold their children. Bethany had just moved back to New York so that she could be closer to him…he refused to die here. He didn't care what he had to do.

When they arrived at the cabin, Kurt found himself tied to a chair looking for a way out.

"Nothing to say?" The man asked him before hitting him with the back of his hand.

"You're paranoid," Kurt told him bluntly.

"No…" The man denied, "You're a Fed."

"Says who?" Kurt was playing the most important roll of his life.

"A little bird…" The man taunted.

Kurt stiffened at that.

"That's right," The man gave him an evil smile. "I had you followed. I know about your pregnant wife. Does she know what we're doing out here?"

"Leave her out of this," Kurt had been worried before, but now he was furious.

"I actually have someone on the way to get her," The man insisted, "I think you'll be a little more…forthcoming with incentive."

"I'm not with the Fed's," Kurt lied, "But I am going to kill you."

The man actually laughed and looked over at the two men standing with him. "How exactly are you planning to do that?"

Kurt didn't make him wait. He stood up and rushed at the man taunting him, as they crashed into the wall, the chair shattered.

Picking up one of the pieces, he threw it at the man aiming the gun at him and broke the neck of the man he'd been sent here to arrest.

Reaching down he grabbed the dead man's gun and before the others could react he dove through the window, rolling he was on his feet and running before they could stop him.

They were right behind him.

"Uhh," Patterson told the team nervously, "A satellite came into range and it looks like we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" Jane demanded.

"I believe Weller just dove out the unopened window." Patterson admitted.

"Get us down there," Jane told the pilot.

"You are not getting out," Ivan warned her.

"I don't need to get out," Jane insisted, reaching for his gun.

"What are you doing?" Ivan demanded.

"Laying down cover fire, I'm actually a decent sniper." Jane explained.

"What happens when they shoot back?" Ivan argued.

"They won't get that chance," Jane said confidently.

The pilot didn't argue. Nobody argued with Jane. Before long she was lining up her sight on the two men chasing her husband through the woods.

"This is a mistake." Ivan worried.

"Taking her out there was the mistake," Rich reminded him. "When she saves Kurt's ass, you can be assured he'll be coming after yours."

"Rich," Patterson shushed him.

Ivan didn't say anything, he knew Rich was right.

Jane fired the first round and it found its target. The second shot took longer and just as the suspect raised his weapon to fire at her, Kurt took him out. Jane's shot ensured he didn't get back up.

"Are we clear?" She demanded.

"Clear," Patterson assured her.

"Find a place to land," Jane told the pilot.

"I'm on it." He responded.

Kurt was waiting as the helicopter touched down.

He'd seen his wife lining up the first shot and his heart had about stopped.

That she'd risked herself and their children only told him just how scared she'd been for him.

Jane was not as fast as she used to be and Kurt was beside her before she could climb out.

"Are you okay?" He yelled over the sound of the rotors.

"I'm fine," Jane assured him, "You?"

He picked her up out of the chopper and inspected her. "I'm fine."

She melted against him when he pulled her close.

Ivan looked away when Kurt looked over at him accusingly.

"I'm not the one that went undercover," Ivan argued.

Kurt knew he was right. Being sidelined when Jane went into danger was grueling. He'd been wrong to expect Jane to handle what he struggled with, especially when she was about to give birth.

Reade and Tasha arrived at the scene.

"Did he find the tracker?" Tasha demanded, joining them by the now silent chopper.

"No," Kurt denied, "He had me followed. They saw me with Jane and figured out I was a FBI."

"Thank goodness they didn't do anything then," Reade realized that all because Jane wasn't in the field, didn't mean she wasn't in potential danger.

"He sent someone to get Jane," Kurt warned the team.

"We'll get them," Patterson assured Kurt.

"Why don't you two head back to the city," Reade suggested. "Ivan, Tasha and I can finish up here."

"We should get you checked out," Kurt worried.

"I think that's my line," Jane insisted, her eyes caressing his face and frowning over his injuries.

"Both of you get checked out," Reade encouraged them, "We've got this."

Kurt didn't argue. He knew the danger was over, but having his very pregnant wife in such a remote location made sweat break out on his brow.

"We'll see you back there," Kurt agreed, assisting Jane back into the helicopter before following her.

Tasha, Reade and Ivan watched them take off silently.

"You brought Jane out into the field?" Reade looked over at Ivan accusingly.

"I thought we'd just be close enough to keep her from worrying, I had no idea she'd become an active shooter." Ivan defended himself.

"Why didn't you shoot?" Tasha demanded.

"I'm not a sniper," Ivan told her. "Jane is."

"She's eight months pregnant," Tasha reminded him.

Looking at the two dead men, Ivan told her, "It didn't exactly seem to hold her back."

"Let's get this over with," Reade said wearily.

"Thanks for getting me out of the chopper," Ivan told him, "I figured Kurt was about to either kill me or make me wish I was dead."

"He was," Tasha agreed, "He probably still will."

"Gee," Ivan looked at her, "Thanks for the reassurance."

"At least now you can prepare your Will," Reade suggested.

"Very funny," Ivan told them.

They didn't tell him that they were perfectly serious. He'd have to figure that out on his own.
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Kurt spent the entire trip back reassuring himself that his wife and children were okay. He couldn't keep his hands still. He held her hand, and rubbed her arm, before his hand settled on her stomach and that was just the first ten minutes.

"I'm fine," Jane assured him, her hand settling over his as they felt their children's antics.

Kurt met her eyes and they shared a little smile at that strong bit of reassurance.

"They take after their father," Jane told him.

"They're fierce like their mom," Kurt insisted.

They had decided to wait to find out the babies sex.

"Kurt…" Jane didn't know how to say what she was thinking.

"You can tell me anything," Kurt's hand cupped her neck and he looked into her eyes in concern.

"I want to find out if they're boys or girls…" Jane admitted.

"What? I thought we agreed to wait?" He argued.

"It's just…" Jane bit her lip, "When we couldn't get ahold of you, all I could think was what if you never get to know…"

"Jane," Kurt pulled her closer and rested his head against hers, "I'm sorry. I should never have put you through that."

"I don't want to change you," Jane insisted.

"You have changed me," Kurt smiled down at her, "I'm better with you. Happier."

"I just want to share it with you…" Jane all but whispered.

"Then we'll find out," Kurt agreed, "But I'm not going back undercover any time soon."

Jane's eyes jerked up at that promise.

"Are you sure?" She worried.

"I love what we do," Kurt admitted, "But I love you and our children more. You are three weeks away from delivery and nothing is going to keep me from being with you to help you through that."

Jane smiled up at him in relief.

"You still want to find out early?" He verified.

"Yeah," She admitted.

He actually began to look excited. "Me too."

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"Well?" Kurt was watching the doctor expectantly.

"Last chance to change your mind," She warned them.

"Tell us!" Jane pleaded.

"This one is a boy…" The Doctor told them.

"A boy!" Jane gasped, before looking up at a stunned Kurt with all the excitement she felt easily seen on her face.

"A boy…" Kurt repeated a smile beginning to form on his lips.

"The other one?" Jane asked squeezing Kurt's hand.

It took a moment, but the doctor looked up at them with a smile. "A girl."

"One of each," Jane looked stunned.

Kurt was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

"One of each," He whispered, leaning down and kissing her gently

The Doctor watched one of her favorite couples celebrate before she left to give them privacy. She'd never seen a couple more in love and in tune with each other. These little ones were pretty lucky.