I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…

Okay…I was going through my old Fanfics and I came across this one. I don't think I ever posted it… It's old, from when Kurt and Jane were still estranged. It's a one shot. Just a moment out of time, I don't intend to continue pursue it any further, so I hope you can enjoy it for what it is. I must have discarded it when I wrote it…so be kind.

For the Guest that wrote the review about Jane and Kurt coming across jarringly selfish in my fics…wow, did I miss the mark! I agree that they are inherently selfless in their actions on the show and the fact that I've in any way portrayed them in a selfish light would be jarring! I love to write, but doing such amazing characters justice is a challenge that I can only continue to strive for. Thanks for taking the time to review. Every good and bad review I received gives me a chance to improve and continue doing something I enjoy. Crossing my fingers that this one is well received! Cue the impending doom music here… :0 Dum Dum Dummmmm…..

I also want to thank the readers and fellow writers that take the time to review every chapter. Wow…you make my day. I'm not going to lie…reviews are terrifying. I've been fortunate to receive loads of support from so many people and I am grateful. The long and short of it is for everyone that has ever taken the time to write me a review…thank you. You make me smile, cringe and laugh. For those of you that read what I write and don't review, thank you for your restraint. I realize that my writing isn't for everyone.

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Jane and Kurt moved through the warehouse cautiously. The Intel they received was solid, but without more information dangerous.

"Anything?" Kurt demanded to Reed and Zapata.

"Nothing," Came back the reply.

"I'll go right," Jane told him moving off.

Reeling her back he denied, "No, we stay together."

She looked over at him in surprise. Since she'd come back, they'd gotten mostly past their distrust of each other, but this was the first time that she could remember him actually touching her.

"This is a big area," Jane whispered, "We need to split up."

"No," He denied. He didn't explain himself, but his instincts were screaming at him.

She didn't argue further. Moving in sync with each other, they proceeded through the narrow corridor that made up the back part of the warehouse. Kurt led the way. Jane tried to move to the side to see around him, but he moved to block her. Was he shielding her? She looked at his back in confusion. This was the Kurt that had loved Taylor, not the Kurt that couldn't stand to be in the same room with Jane.

When they neared the end of the corridor, the door slammed shut. Turning back, the door at the other end closed just as quickly.

"Multiple suspects," Kurt warned pushing Jane back against the wall and crowding her. He was definitely shielding her, she realized in shock.

The gas that flooded the small room overwhelmed them in seconds. As she fell, she realized that whatever it was had taken away her ability to move, but not made her unaware of what was going on around her. She ended up lying on the ground facing Kurt. His face was closer than it had been…in forever. Looking into his eyes, she realized that she could read his concern. It came to as much of a shock as his recent behavior.

When hard hands gripped her and turned her over, she kept his gaze until she could no longer see him.

The man that stood over her was wearing a gas mask, his face was set. Then he smiled and Jane felt a shiver go up her spine. He leaned down and easily lifted her up. As he carried her away, her head hung down and she caught a glimpse of where Kurt lay watching unable to do anything to stop what was happening.

The van was empty when they lay her down in the back. Her eye's looked around wildly, while her limbs stubbornly refused to work.

When a body joined her in the back, she couldn't look, but she didn't need to. It was Kurt. He was lying along her back partially coving her. She was glad that they had brought him and not simply killed them outright. This gave them time, time for the team to find them. She knew they would turn the world upside down to get Kurt back.

They didn't drive very far, before they moved into another warehouse. When the doors opened once more, hands reached for them.

Jane felt helpless in a way she had never felt before. She couldn't retreat inside her mind as long as Kurt was here. She needed to stay in the moment so that she would know what was going on.

When they deposited them back on the ground she found that she could once more make eye contact with Kurt. His eyes were jumping until they caught hers. No word could be spoken, but in that moment none were needed.

"Well, look what we have here, if it isn't the painted lady." The man reached out and turned Jane's face toward him. "Beautiful."

Kurt watched helplessly as the man looked down at Jane.

"I understand that you have quite a bit of ink. I'm intrigued." Reaching down he pulled her shirt up looking down at her stomach. He traced one of the lines and smiled.

Jane felt his touch and wanted to break his hand, but could only lay there helpless.

"Well, might as get on with it." He told them cryptically. When he reached down and began to pull off her jacket her heart began to race. Her shirt came off next. When he reached for the belt on her pants she felt her breath begin to come erratically.

It took no time for her to find herself laying there in her sports bra and panties.

"They weren't kidding." He looked her over before turning her over to look at her back. On her side she was able to meet Kurt's eyes once more. Her panic must have been as evident as his fury.

The man ran his hand across her back in fascination, "Soft. I didn't really think about how the tattoos might feel."

Reaching down he scooped Jane back up and headed toward the door. Looking back at where Kurt lay watching he smirked, "Don't go anywhere."

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Kurt watched the man leave the room carrying Jane and wanted to scream in protest. Laying there he stared at the clothes that had been discarded and remembered the panic in Jane's eyes when they met his.

Adrenalin flooded his body and he realized just what the man intended. He couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't. When his left arm twitched, he realized that the adrenalin was taking away the effects of the drugs. The angrier he became the more he was able to move. It took only ten to fifteen minutes before Kurt was able to push himself unsteadily to his knees. He knew it was taking too long, but he wouldn't stop until he had Jane back and the bastard that took her was dead.

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Jane was placed on a bed in the room next to where Kurt had been left.

The man looked down at her in reassurance, "I'm not going to hurt you."

She looked at him skeptically.

"How can your expression be so open and you do this line of work?" He asked in amusement.

"Just so you don't hurt me," The man continued, "I'm going to tie you. I've heard of what you've been able to do and I'd like to avoid that."

Laying her on the bed on her stomach he said, "But first…" He removed her remaining articles of clothing. Jane felt him pull her arms up and secure her wrists to the bedposts.

"I'm not going to rape you," He assured her, "I just need to see one of your tattoos. It has some information I really need."

He pulled the blanket up over her bottom and then placed a paper over one of the tattoos on her back. When he began to trace the lines, she felt some of her panic abate. After he completed the outline he pulled out a camera and began to take pictures of her back. In less than ten minutes he was finished.

"I'm going to leave you in here. Kurt's drugs will wear off sooner than yours, because of his size, he can release you. I really don't like Weller," The man went on, "Too sure of himself."

Jane felt renewed tension. He wasn't going to hurt Kurt…was he?

"So expressive…" He smiled, "He'll live, you both will…I just want to screw with him a little. I'm going to mark you, don't panic, someplace he will be able to see so that every time he looks at it, he remembers what it's like to be powerless."

The man leaned down and moved the hair away from her neck, the side without the tattoo, when Jane felt him open him mouth on her skin before he began sucking. She closed her eyes in held her breath, waiting to see what else he intended. When he pulled back he looked down at the love bite in satisfaction. That should really ruin his day.

"Kurt should be up again in about an hour, you probably between 1 to 1 ½." He explained.

When he heard a thump from the other room, he looked over at Jane in surprise. "Well, maybe sooner. That's my cue to go."

Jane watched him go in relief. She felt weak tears fall as she realized that they really were going to be left alive. Since she was facing away from the door that led to Kurt's room, she wasn't aware he'd crawled over to the bed until he reached her side. She felt the bed depress and he joined her on the mattress. She knew she was blushing at being found in such a compromising position.

Kurt thought he might be sick when he saw Jane on the bed. Seeing how she was bound and realizing that the rest of her clothes had been removed, he felt his heart catch.

"Jane," He whispered reaching up to loosen her hands.

He turned her to face him and it was only then that he saw the tears on her face. His hand shook as her reached over to whip the moisture away.

Jane knew what he was thinking, how could he not be thinking what had happened in here? She wanted to reassure him, but couldn't move. She didn't understand how he was able to get around when she still felt so helpless.

Kurt finished releasing her arms before pulling the blanket up over her and turning her to roll her into it. It was then that he saw the mark on her neck. His eyes were riveted to the stain.

Looking into her eyes he saw her distress and tucked the blanket around her and pulled her into his arms and held her on his lap.

"Jane," He reassured, "It's going to be okay."

He held her securely for more than an hour later before she began to feel the effects of the drugs wearing off. That hour was the longest of her life. She could see the toll the set up was taking on Kurt. He was such a protector by nature, having someone he felt responsible for being hurt was wearing on him.

"Kurt," She forced out.

His eyes flew to her face and his arms tightened around her protectively.

"He didn't…"She tried to reassure, "Rape me."

"You don't have to lie to me," Kurt told her harshly. He didn't want her to protect him from this.

"He didn't," She stressed reaching a shaking hand up to turn his face back toward her.

"He just stripped you naked, tied you up and sucked on your neck?" Kurt demanded looking away.

"He wanted to look at one of my tattoos. He traced it and took pictures. He only left the mark on me to mess with you. He knew what you'd think. He knows how you feel responsible for everyone…" She looked away from him, embarrassed.

"You're not just everyone Jane," Kurt denied pulling her more firmly against him.

Jane's eyes flew to his face to find him looking down at her intently. Looking away she felt her heart race. He couldn't mean that how it sounded. She couldn't afford to depend on emotions, not his and not hers, she wouldn't be able to put herself back together a second time. Couldn't believe the illusion and still be able to function.

"Jane," Kurt tuned her face back to him.

She felt tears well up when she saw the way he was looking at her. Not Taylor…her.

"Please," she whispered, "Don't make me believe I matter, when I know I don't." She hated herself for what her words revealed.

Kurt closed his eyes in pain. He had done this to her. Made her believe he didn't value her, when she was never more than a thought from his mind. When he'd seen her at the hotel after all of those months without her, he'd known he do anything to get her back. He'd even rather have died than loose her again, but after he learned about Mayfair, he'd turned away. He'd left her to stand alone against everyone and everything. Why would she believe she mattered? How could he convince her how much she really did?

"Jane…I'm sorry." He whispered nuzzling her face with his own.

She was helpless to stop the tears.

"I won't lose you again," He told her, his hand holding her cheek so that he could meet her eyes. "I can take anything but that."

"Kurt…" She protested, beginning to shake.

"Not that." He wouldn't let her escape the truth any more than he'd been able too since she'd come back.

She was helpless to resist him. She'd loved him for as long as she could remember. He'd hated her for longer than she could bear.

Not releasing her body from his grasping arms, or his eyes from where they captured hers, he leaned in slowly. Needing her, but going slowly, making sure she needed him too.

Her eyes gave her away, they always had. How could he have forgotten that? When his lips claimed hers softly he knew he was lost. The pressure increased and he burrowed his hand in her hair to angle her closer, hold her tighter. He needed this more than breath, more than revenge, more than anything. When he pulled back to check and make sure she needed it just as much, he found her looking at him in a way he'd not allowed himself to remember. Not allowed himself to believe. Running his lips over her face, he breathed her in.

"I've got you Jane," He whispered in reassurance. "And I'm never letting you go."

Closing her eyes she buried her face in his neck and held him tightly.