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Jane was watching Kurt with a worried expression. The procedure they'd done to help her remember had been weeks ago. She still was having symptoms of the Zip poisoning, but since the cure was still proving illusive, that was to be expected. She tried to down play the symptoms, but Kurt knew her too well. He wasn't fooled. She'd watched his concern turn to desperation and it hurt her heart. He was a man driven. He only ate to ensure she did. He wasn't sleeping. She'd woken up to find him sitting at the dining room table pouring over Roman's drives and searching the internet for anything that might save her.

It was breaking her heart. He was wearing himself too thin. Every time they went out into the field, he stuck to her like glue. She didn't protest because the last thing she wanted to do was make this any harder on him, but she was also worried that he would do anything to save her. Even die.

Looking at him now she saw just how tired he looked. He had dark circles under his eyes and he kept coughing. They were about to go out and she knew she needed to keep him here. She woke up this morning listening to his raspy breathing. Her head had been cushioned on his chest and she'd tried to get him to say home to no avail.

"Jane," Reade began, "You'll go out with…"

"Jackson," Jane finished for him.

"What?" Kurt looked at her sharply, "NO!"

"Yes," Jane didn't relent, "You're sick."

"I'm fine. I can make it." Kurt argued, before he began coughing harshly.

She and Reade shared a telling look.

"You're with Jackson," Reade confirmed.

Kurt looked devastated. If he'd been furious she could have dealt with it, but his hurt expression gutted her.

Walking over she reached up to feel his face, "You're burning up," She worried.

"I'll go to the Doctor," Kurt promised her, "After this mission."

"Now," Jane denied.

"I need to be with you," Kurt insisted. Not caring that the team could hear him.

"And I need you to start taking better care of yourself," Jane insisted, "You think I don't worry about you?"

"I'm not dying," Kurt argued.

"No," Jane agreed, "You're trying to kill yourself. You can't keep going on like this."

Patterson came over and placed her hand on Jane's back gently, "I'll make sure he goes to the Doctor."

"No," Kurt denied, seeing the concern Jane wasn't even trying to hide, "Keep her safe, I'll go now and come back to monitor the operation with you."

Jane knew when to concede. As long as he got checked out, she wasn't going to push her luck.

"Let's go," Reade told Jane and she followed after him, looking back over her shoulder to see a worried Kurt watching them leave.

"How long has he been sick?" Reade asked her.

"Over a week," Jane admitted, "He doesn't sleep…."

"I'm pretty sure the only way to fix him, is to cure you," Reade told her.

"Then let's go find Roman's next drive," Jane told him.

"Let's go," Reade agreed. His worry for both of them easy to see.

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"What do you mean I have pneumonia?" Kurt demanded.

"That's what happens when you get sick, but don't rest," The Doctor explained.

"I don't have time to be sick," Kurt protested.

"Do you have time to be dead?" The Doctor asked him bluntly.

Kurt had nothing to say to that.

"I didn't think so," The Doctor wrote out a prescription. "You need to take this medication and be on complete bed rest for at least a week. I'm also going to give you and inhaler to help you breathe better."

"Is it contagious?" Kurt worried.

"Yes," The Doctor confirmed, "You should stay away from young children and the elderly for the first twenty-four hours until the antibiotics kick in. Your body is still recovering from when you were shot. You need to take this seriously, or you're going to end up in the hospital."

"My wife," Kurt worried, "She's sick…"

The Doctor was well aware of Jane Doe and her diagnosis.

"I have no reason to believe that her poisoning will in any way make her more susceptible to getting sick." The Doctor tried to reassure him.

"But you also have no reason to believe it won't hurt her," Kurt worried.

"By the look of your X-rays," The Doctor explained, "You've been sick for a little while. If she was going to catch it, she would already exhibit symptoms."

Kurt immediately thought back to see if he could remember Jane coughing…

"Kurt?" The Doctor tried to recapture his attention, "I need you to listen. You have to rest and take the medication. Drink plenty of fluids."

"Yeah, okay," Kurt took the prescription absently.

"I'll send Jane a text," The Doctor realized that his patient was clearly unconcerned about his welfare. He knew Jane and didn't doubt she would be on it.

"I've got to go," Kurt wanted to get back to the lab and monitor the mission with Patterson.

"To bed," The Doctor insisted, "Say it with me, "I've got to go to bed…"

"Yeah," Kurt stood up and headed toward the door, "To bed…"

"Why don't I believe him?" The Doctor asked himself as he reached for his phone to warn Jane.

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"Clear," Jane said.

"Clear," Jackson confirmed.

"I have a group of men in the corridor near the south exit," Reade reported.

"On our way," Jane responded.

Kurt sat on Patterson's lab chair and listened tensely.

Suddenly the sound of gunfire could be heard through the Coms.

"Jackson's down," Jane reported even as she returned fire.

Reaching down she pulled him out of the range of fire and behind a cement pillar.

"We need backup," Reade told Patterson returning fire.

When Kurt went to stand, Patterson grabbed his arm in a tight grip.

"Sending backup," She confirmed,

"Let me go," Kurt pulled away.

"No," Patterson refused to release him, "Pneumonia, is a serious condition, I am not letting you get yourself killed."

"How bad is he?" Patterson asked Jane.

"Right leg, right arm," Jane reported, "It didn't hit anything vital."

"Fall back," Reade told her.

"We can't," Jane denied, "We're pinned down. Their reinforcements came in behind us."

Kurt shared a look with Patterson and she released him.

Even as he turned away to gear up Jane's voice came back through the coms, "I'm going up."

"What?" Reade demanded, "Hold your position…backups on the way."

"You know Kurt is coming," Jane insisted, "I'm going to end this now."

"Jane," Kurt stopped dead. She was going to risk herself to keep him from assisting them. "I'm not coming, wait for backup."

Jane knew just how hard that decision was for Kurt. She knew how hard it would be for her to make too.

"Holding position," Jane relented.

Kurt didn't know how Patterson could handle being so remote. He paced and worried until the team was finally able to overcome the resistance. Then he sank down wearily.

"We have Roman's drive," Reade reported, "Coming back in."

"Is Kurt okay?" Jane worried.

"I'm going to be fine," Kurt assured her, shaking his head at the thought of her worrying over him after what they'd just been through.

"You need to go home," Patterson looked over at him.

"I'll wait for Jane," Kurt insisted, "She can drive me."

"Stubborn," Patterson accused him.

He knew better than to argue that.

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Jane looked over at Reade when he joined her.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Reade demanded looking down at where the paramedic was bandaging her grazed arm.

At her look, he held up his hand, "Never mind, he's not going to be happy."

"It happened right before the take down," Jane insisted, "There wasn't anything he could do…"

"Good luck with that," Reade told her even as he examined the wound for himself.

"It's just a graze," Jane turned toward him so that she could prove it.

"Yeah," Reade looked down at the blood covering her arm, "That's a winning argument."

"Should I tell him now?" Jane was starting to worry as she observed Reade's attitude.

"No," Reade denied, "We'll be back in just a few minutes, but we need to get you cleaned up before he sees you."

"Deal," Jane said in relief.

She should have known better. When the SUV pulled into the parking garage, Kurt was waiting there for her.

"You're on your own," Reade said as he pulled to a stop.

"Gee, thanks," Jane muttered as she reached for her jacket in an attempt to take the attention away from the blood.

Kurt opened the passenger door just as she was hooking the jacket over her left shoulder.

"What'd the Doctor say?" Jane worried climbing out.

Kurt didn't answer and she followed his eyes to realize that he was staring at where her bloody hand was holding the jacket into place.

"It's just a graze," Jane insisted as Kurt reached for her coat.

She let it drop and felt extra guilty when his face blanched.

"It's nothing," Jane insisted even as he reached for her arm with a trembling hand. He abruptly stopped and stepped back.

"What's the matter?" Jane worried as he took a second step back.

"I'm still contagious," Kurt explained, his eyes still riveted to her bloody arm.

"Contagious?" Reade took a cautious step back as Jane stepped forward to close the distance between her and Kurt.

"What is it?" Jane worried following after him step by step.

"Pneumonia," Kurt dismissed.

Jane's eyes jerked to his face in concern.

"What!" She took another advancing step.

"Stop," Kurt held up his hand. "You can't be around me for at least 24 hours."

"I slept against you last night," Jane reminded him, "No way are you keeping me from being with you."

"We don't know how this will affect your Zip poisoning," Kurt worried.

"One is not related to the other," Jane denied.

Reade opened the back door of the car, "Get in. Let me drive you both home so you can argue in the privacy of your residence."

Jane reluctantly climbed into the front seat and Kurt into the back.

"This is ridiculous," Jane grumbled, looking over her shoulder at Kurt's pale complexion and sweaty brow."

"24 Hours," He insisted.

They arrived back at the apartment and Reade made sure they both made it inside.

"You're both off for the remainder of the week," He told them heading for the door, "We've got this. Get some rest."

"Kurt…" Jane turned toward him after the door closed on Reade.

"I'm not risking you," Kurt denied,

Reaching for her phone she contacted the Doctor directly. Once she had what she needed she hung up and headed toward the bedroom full of purpose. Her determinations deflated when she found her husband asleep, on top of the covers, his shoes still on. She knew how concerned he was about her graze and knew for him to have fallen asleep so quickly meant that he was exhausted. She reached over and pulled off his shoes and drew the cover over him gently. Then she sat down in a chair next to the bed. He was hers to watch over, no matter how much he protested…

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The first twenty-four hours were a battle. Once he deemed himself safe for her, he pulled her into the bed himself.

Jane fussed over him. Knowing the team was doing everything they could to find all the drives she turned her entire attention into making him feel better.

"I'm really not that hungry," Kurt insisted the second day as Jane placed the soup on the dresser and helped him sit up.

"You need to eat," She held the spoon out patiently and he obediently took a bite.

And so it went. He protested she coddled. Cool cloths for his head, medication at specific timed intervals. She snuggled with him under the covers and they spent the next week going no further than the bathroom.

After the first four days, Kurt decided he was feeling good enough to do some pampering of his own. Jane woke up to his hands running gently up and down her back.

"Mmmmmm," She leaned into his administrations.

When she felt the soft kisses he placed down her spine her eyes popped open.

"No way," She denied turning over. That just provided him access to other parts.

"I feel much better…" Kurt insisted, his beard tickling her chest as his lips trailed over her.

Jane briefly wavered…"No," She denied, "You're supposed to be taking it easy."

"We can take it slow and easy," Kurt agreed readily.

"Kurt!" She protested, even as her arms closed around him.

"Hmmmm?" He purred against her.

Feeling how ready he was and knowing how eager she was, she knew when she was lost…

"Fine," She flipped him over, "But I'm doing all the work…"

"Yes mam," Kurt laughed up at her.

His laugh turned into a groan as her lips did some exploring of their own.

Sometime later she turned her tousled head to look over at him accusingly.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"I was supposed to do all the work!" She growled.

"I thought as long as I kept it slow and easy…" Kurt said innocently.

Remembering how they spent the last few hours Jane's accusing eyes softened.

"How do you feel?" She worried.

"Cherished," Kurt admitted, pulling her back against him.

Jane snuggled in and they fell asleep in a tangle of legs and synchronized hearts.

Kurt woke up on the morning of the seventh day and looked at where Jane lay sleeping against him. His smile was tender as he thought back to how well she had cared for him. He'd protested when he'd been ordered bed rest, but once he realized it was doing Jane good too, he'd been thoroughly on board. Her headaches had lessened and she'd slept with him, watched movies and generally relaxed all week. He'd needed their time together more than he realized. He still had a little cough, but it was nothing like what he'd had.

"Stop watching me sleep," She protested without opening her eyes.

"How do you know I'm watching you?" Kurt smiled.

"You're arms tighten around me when your awake," Jane explained with a little smile.

"Is that right?" Kurt let his fingers trail to her ribcage.

"Don't do it," Jane warned him, tensing slightly.

"Do what?" Kurt asked innocently, just as he began to tickle her.

"Kurt!" She protested arching into him.

"What?" he let his hands slide down over her hips.

His smile disappeared when she playfully nipped at his neck.

Pulling back she frowned when she saw how seriously he was looking down at her.

"You okay?" She worried, raising her hand to feel his temperature.

He smiled gently in reassurance. "Never better."

She cupped his cheek and smiled back, "I love you."

"You are my life," Kurt told her.

Jane's eyes closed and when they opened they were awash with tears.

"You are my everything," Jane admitted.

Leaning down they shared a kiss that was both a healing and reaffirmation of things to come, neither one whole without the other, both dependent on each other for a future that neither was willing to face alone.