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Jane was exhausted. She sat in the observation room and watched as Tasha and Kurt interrogated the official that had tried to hit her with the boat.

She was leaning her head against her hand when the door open and Reed came in with two cups of coffee.

He placed one down in front of her and she reached for it gratefully.

"Thanks," She told him taking a sip.

"You look wiped out." He worried, sitting down next to her.

"I guess I'm not used to swimming anymore," Jane admitted taking another sip.

"Maybe instead of drinking the coffee," Reed suggested, "You try getting some sleep."

"How are you feeling?" Jane worried, "You got knocked around pretty good on the track."

"I feel old," Reed admitted with a rueful smile.

Jane returned it, raising her hand and rubbing her neck.

Reed took the coffee back.

"Hey," Jane protested.

"Sleep," Reed insisted.

"I want to see if they get any information." Jane insisted.

"Tell you what," Reed offered scooting his chair closer, "You rest your head on my shoulder…and if you can stay awake long enough to watch the interrogation, great."

"And if I fall asleep?" Jane demanded.

"Then I was right and you owe me breakfast in the morning."

Jane leaned against him with a weary sigh. He knew she was fighting it, but within ten minutes she was out. He looked down at her sleeping face with a little smile and a shake of his head. Even Wonder Woman had to sleep.

He turned his attention back to Kurt and Tasha. They were very demanding, but the suspect was very scared. After another five minutes he found himself leaning his head wearily against Jane's. She didn't wake, but not long after that both of them had succumbed to their exhaustion.

Kurt and Tasha had their subject transported to a holding cell and left the interrogation more frustrated than ever. They didn't doubt that their subject knew something, but he was obviously more scared of whoever was behind this, than he was of the FBI.

Walking up the hallway Kurt looked down at Tasha and asked, "Where are Jane and Reed?"

"I don't know," Tasha admitted puzzled, "They said they were going to watch us question Carlos…"

Kurt turned around and headed back toward the observation room. Pushing open the door he came to a halt. Tasha peered around his shoulder and both of them shared a smile.

"I think that I am offended that our questions put them to sleep," Tasha whispered to Kurt.

When Jane didn't even stir when Tasha spoke, Kurt realized just how exhausted she must be. He felt immediate guilt for not taking her needs into consideration. The two were leaning heavily against each other like only two people completely comfortable in each other's personal space can do. It made him smile at the picture they made. Reaching into his pocket for his phone he took a snap of them before moving over to reclaim his wife.

"Wait," Tasha insisted, "I want one."

He waited while she snapped her own picture. "They look like innocent children," Tasha said with a smile.

"Let's put them to bed," Kurt moved over and leaned over Jane and reaching for her cheek.

"Jane," He whispered rubbing his thumb along her jaw.

She blinked her eyes opened slowly, focusing in on him. When she realized he was not the one she was leaning against, she stiffed and turned her head.

She relaxed when she realized it was Reed.

"Damn," She whispered.

"What?" Tasha smiled.

"He bet me that I would fall asleep…" Jane explained, "Now I owe him breakfast."

"What do you get because he fell asleep?" Tasha asked, using her hair to tickle Reed's nose and laughing when he swatted at it with his free and.

"Nothing," Jane admitted.

"Short sighted," Tasha said with a sad shake of her head.

Reed finally opened his eyes to look up at Tasha accusingly, "Can't a guy catch a break?" he asked her wearily.

"I think Weller want's his wife back," Tasha teased him.

Reed looked down at Jane in surprise before looking up at Weller with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," He moved his arm, "I was trying to get her to rest, but she's pretty warm…guess she put me to sleep."

"You're both exhausted," Kurt agreed, "We need to head back to camp."

Reed stood and stretched, "I'm awake."

"No you're not," Tasha denied with a smile.

"Just don't leave me in the car when we get there," Reed pleaded.

"What…you want me to tuck you in?" Tasha teased him.

"Are you as warm as Jane?" Reed teased back.

"Oh," Tasha denied, "I'm pretty hot."

Reed cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"I think I got this," Reed finally said, while everyone laughed at his discomfort.

"Let's go," Kurt shook his head. Pulling Jane up, he wrapped his arm around her for support.

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The next day was the last day of the competition. The schedule was slated for shooting and knife competitions.

Jane and Roman were handling the knives and Kurt and Roman were shooting.

"So what's going into this knife competition?" Rich worried looked at Jane.

"There are two components," Patterson explained, "One is knife throwing."

"The other?" Rich worried.

"Fighting," Patterson admitted with a concerned look at Roman.

"So they're just supposed to go after each other with knives?" Rich asked incredulously.

"Not exactly," Patterson assured him, "Their going to have plastic knives."

"How can you judge that?" Rich scoffed.

"The competitors will be wearing skin suites that will electronically record hits. It's based on a point system." Patterson explained.

"Are we up against the Invincible team?" Rich worried.

"Roman is," Patterson admitted with a worried frown, "But Jane is going against a SEAL."

"Oh," Rich scoffed, "Is that all?"

"Its fine Rich," Jane assured him.

"Wait," Rich suddenly realized, "They don't have any women SEALS."

"No," Patterson agreed, "They don't."

"So she's competing against a man?" Rich was not amused.

"At lease it will be a fair fight," Jane insisted.

"If you can consider a two hundred plus man attacking you with a knife fair," Rich obviously didn't.

"What's the competitor's name?" Kurt asked Patterson.

Patterson looked down at the schedule and frowned. "Looks like the SEALS name is Riley Hartman, why?"

"Is that the same Riley that was on the swimming relay?" Jane asked.

Patterson did some more checking, "Yeah," She agreed.

"This is good," Jane turned to Kurt with a relieved smile, "You know he's not going to purposely try to hurt me."

"It's great," Kurt reluctantly admitted. He was relieved. He just wanted these pointless games to end.

"Who's Roman up against?" Jane worried.

"Vin," Patterson admitted without having to check.

"Great," Jane looked over at Roman with a frown.

"Please," Roman reassured Jane while watching Patterson, "Vin's got nothing on Sheppard."

"That's true," Jane agreed.

"At lease we didn't have to go against each other," Roman turned toward her with a little smile.

"I would have won," Jane scoffed.

"In your dreams," Roman denied.

"No," Jane reminded him, "I think we've proven this before."

"I let you win," Roman insisted.

Jane didn't say anything, but she'd secretly believed that for a while.

"What about the shooting?" Rich asked.

"There are actually three components to the shooting. We have target long and short and clearing a simulated town." Patterson explained.

"Are Roman and Kurt going to be doing all of them?" Reed worried.

"Yes," Patterson admitted, "We could have switched out competitors, but Kurt insisted. Since this is the last round, it's the most dangerous."

At that, Jane's eyes flew to Kurt's. He was clearly annoyed at Patterson's candor.

"I just thought since we were already warmed up with the weapons, it would be a good idea to just go through each of the stations." Kurt denied unconvincingly.

"Sure," Tasha scoffed.

Suddenly Kurt saw Keaton walking over toward them.

"Last day…you think you're going to live?" He asked Kurt with a worried expression.

"We're going to try," Kurt looked at his team in concern.

"You clearly have a very large target painted on your backs," Keaton said thinking back over the course of the competition.

"It'll be worth it," Kurt assured him.

"What can I do?" Keaton worried.

"Keep an eye on our backs," Kurt admitted, "Whatever's going to happen, it's going to happen today."

"I've got you," Keaton assured Kurt, before looking down at Jane with a reassuring expression.

"Thanks," Kurt watched him walk away.

"We need to get our suits on," Jane told Roman.

"Have you seen these suits?" Roman asked her moving over to her side.

"No," She denied…"Why?"

"You're just going to love them," He predicted.

Jane looked over at Kurt in concern, before following after Roman silently.

"What do the suits look like?" She could hear Kurt asking Patterson as they walked away.

"Are you kidding me?" Jane looked down at the skin tight silver suit with dismay.

"At least you won't look like a big condom," Roman argued.

"I've already been naked in Time Square," Jane reminded him, "I don't need to feel naked on television."

"They have shorts to go over it," Roman assured her.

"My concerns are a little north of there," Jane said in exasperation.

He laughed at her without sympathy.

They changed and moved back out toward the competition field.

"I feel ridiculous," Roman admitted.

"Well you look ridiculous," Jane agreed.

"Gee…thanks," Roman looked down at her.

"What, no comeback?" Jane waited.

Looking down at her he laughed, "Actually, you look pretty cute in that."

"Are you kidding me?" Jane asked suspiciously.

"You look like you should be in the movie Tron," Roman smiled.

"What?" Jane asked blankly.

"Don't worry about it," Roman didn't have time to explain it.

They started with the knife throw. Jane walked over and picked up the knives she'd been given. They felt off. She threw one in the air and as she suspected, it was weighted disproportionately. If she'd been someone that trained with throwing knives, it would have been devastating, but she wasn't. She simply kept flipping it in the air until she reached the target area. By then, she was able to adjust her technique to compensate for the inconsistency. When it was her turn, she put all five knives in the bullseye.

Roman smirked at her and proceeded to do the same. For the first time ever they ended up with a tie in that event.

The next event was the knife sparring. Jane waited on the sideline until it was her time to go. Suddenly, there seemed to be some type of flurry over by the Judge's tables. Jane shared a silent look with Roman.

Rich was called over and there was a heated conversation.

"This can't be good," Roman told Jane.

"Here he comes," Jane watched as Rich headed in their direction.

"They've changed the format," Rich warned them with a scowl.

"How?" Jane didn't really have time for Rich's dramatics now.

"They said the only fair way to compete was to make this an elimination competition." Rich explained.

"So instead of sparring one person," Jane realized.

"You have to spar them all," Rich explained.

"No half of all of them," Jane insisted.

"I might be sparing you after all," Jane looked over at Roman in challenge.

"Sparring," Rich corrected.

"No," Jane denied, "I said it right."

"If anyone going to be spared it's you," Roman insisted.

"Oh, please, spare me." Rich said earnestly, "You realized that this makes it much more dangerous?"

"Don't worry Rich," Jane assured him, "We'll win this."

"I don't care about winning," Rich argued, "I just want you both to walk out of here."

"Aww," Roman looked over at Jane, "He cares."

"Don't encourage him," Jane warned.

"Of course I care," Rich argued, "It's like the Wonder Twins facing the Injustice League…without the Superfriends."

"What?" It was Roman's turn to ask blankly.

"Never mind," Rich waved away their confusion, "Just be careful. I need to go tell the others."

"You've got this…right?" Jane looked up at Roman.

"Yeah," He assured her, "You?"

"Bring it on." Jane agreed.

They shared a smile that made the other competitors more than a little nervous.

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"I've just found out some exciting and interesting news about team FBI," The first announcer said with excitement.

"They're really androids?" The second announcer asked deadpan.

"No," The first announcer looked over at him in exasperation, "The two competitors for team FBI are siblings."

"Well after watching the knife throwing results, I wouldn't have wanted to be at their house for Thanksgiving Diner."

"You're telling me," The first announcer agreed, "Their Mother must have had her hands full with those two."

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"They have to beat all the competitors?" Patterson demanded once Rich finished his explanation.

"This can't be good," Tasha worried.

"We were already sparring the Invincibles," Reed insisted, "Why change the format now?"

"Because they wanted access to Jane," Kurt realized.

"Roman was the important one," Stewart denied, "He's competing in the next competition, Jane's done after this."

"Exactly, this is their last chance to take out Jane," Kurt insisted.

"Why would they even bother?" Reed worried.

"Vin knew Jane as Remi," Kurt reminded them, "There's a history we don't know. It's personal."

"So you think…what?" Rich demanded, "That there was some type of romantic relationship?"

"No," Kurt denied immediately, "He recognized her as Remi, but he wasn't positive. If they had some type of intimate relationship, he'd know for sure."

"Maybe he's a wannabe," Tasha suggested.

"A what?" Rich asked in confusion.

"A Wannabe," Tasha explained, "Is someone who is interested, but shut down."

"So he wanted her," Patterson suggested, "And she wasn't interested."

"That could do it," Reed agreed.

"Whatever the reason," Kurt dismissed, "What do we do about it now?"

"Well," Rich told them, "We can either pull out or continue on…"

"We continue," Tasha insisted.

"They could get hurt," Patterson worried.

"Are you kidding me?" Tasha scoffed, "They are about to kick some serious butt and I for one want a front seat."

"Me too," Stewart said with a little grin.

"Let's go," Kurt said still unsure continuing was their best recourse.