I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…
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Sorry that this update took so long! This was HARD. I knew what I wanted to happen, but I couldn't seem to make it happen…very frustrating. Add in real life and there you go. It's all behind us now, so I hope you enjoy it.
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"They know that Kurt's alive."
"What?" Jane demanded in shock.
"They found Rich's mask inside the ventilation shaft. Tested it for DNA and identified Rich, Kurt and I." Patterson explained.
"But you haven't worn the mask in over a year…" Tasha argued.
"I know," Patterson confirmed, "But apparently Rich doesn't ever sanitize it."
"Yeah," Tasha said, "I'm really sorry I didn't get to mingle with that DNA cocktail."
"You wish," Rich glared at her.
"Okay," Patterson intervened, "Bigger picture…"
"So they might suspect he's alive, but they can't be sure," Jane argued.
"They're pretty sure," Patterson insisted, "They've put out an APB on Kurt, Rich, Breanna and me."
"What about Jane?" Kurt looked over at her in concern.
"Well," Patterson pulled up a different document, "Jane's made the FBI's most wanted list."
"Number 1," Rich looked over at her, "See they even think you're number one…"
"Why didn't they place us all on the list?" Tasha scowled.
"Because they don't want to bring attention to the fact that they're hunting their own," Jane explained, "Since I wasn't technically FBI…I'm fair game."
"Actually," Patterson denied, "You're as much FBI as the rest of us, we were just presumed dead."
"What about me?" Rich demanded, "Why didn't I make the FBI's most wanted?"
The outrage in his voice made the other's look at him strangely.
"This isn't some kind of honor," Reade insisted, "This means that every police agency out there is going to be hunting Jane."
"It's kind of like the Emmy for bad guys." Rich explained.
"You did not just say that…" Reade protested
"Well," Rich reminded them, "A year ago every assassin in the world was hunting for Jane and that came to nothing."
"What do we do now?" Jane asked wearily.
"The same that we were doing before," Patterson assured her.
Kurt was watching Jane with a worried expression. He'd taken off the mask last night in his haste to get to her. He hadn't known he lost it until they were out.
"I enacted the emergency plan Cade's husband and I established." Jane explained, "He and Cade's son are in the wind."
"How can you be sure they're clear?" Rich worried.
"I'm sure," Jane insisted, "He sent me a video message for Cade. He still wants him back."
"What if Cade doesn't buy that it's not a trap?" Tasha worried.
"He won't buy it," Jane agreed, "That's why they're flying in on a private plane, but they won't get here until after the deadline."
"If Cade destroys the phone…" Rich worried.
"He won't," Jane insisted, "I'll meet him and stall while Kurt goes to pick up Cade's family."
"I'm with you," Kurt immediately denied.
"They only person Cade's husband trusts to pick him up is you and the only person that Cade will negotiate with is me." Jane argued.
"What if he kills you?" Kurt asked her. "You can't go in alone."
"She won't," Reade denied, "I'll go with her."
"We don't know how Cade is going to react," Tasha worried.
"That's why you made me the contact for Cade's family," Kurt accused her.
"I think I should go in alone," Jane didn't confirm or deny his accusation.
"I'm going," Reade wouldn't be dissuaded.
Kurt and Reade met eyes. Both of them determined to protect the woman that regularly and willingly sacrificed herself for them.
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Reade picked up the bag that contained the million dollars.
"For all we know this is just a way for Cade to kill Jane," Tasha worried.
"I'm not going to let that happen," Reade insisted, "Besides, she's not that easy to kill."
"I need you to promise me something," Tasha ignored his last comment.
"What?" Reade looked over at her.
"The only threat to Jane isn't death. If it comes down to it and Cade has to die…I want you to do it." She said in a rush.
"What are you asking me to do?" Reade stayed very still.
"Jane cares for Cade and she's been watching out for his family, I don't want her to have to carry the guilt of killing him." Tasha explained.
"Jane's killed a lot of people," Reade reminded her, "One of them her own Mother."
"Exactly," Tasha agreed, "She had to kill her own Mother, hunt her own Brother. She can't keep taking the burden of these decisions. She's been through so much…"
"And I didn't help anything with my accusations," Reade finished for her.
"No," Tasha agreed, "You didn't, but you can help her now."
"Why do you think I'm going?" Reade demanded.
"There's no question that you are a big part of the team," Tasha assured him, "What I'm asking you to be is a key part of our family."
"Tasha…" Reade protested, "I would die for any one of you, including Jane."
"I'm not the one doubting you," She assured him, "Jane set up this operation to go in solo. She ensured Kurt couldn't come. That's the Jane that climbed out of that bag in Time Square, the one that left for eighteen months to protect us, her family. She needs to know that someone besides Kurt is willing to do the same for her. She isn't a terrorist. She's a part of who we are. We need to show her that."
"And you think me killing Cade will make her see that?" Reade didn't look convinced.
"No, of course not," Tasha protested, "I don't want you to kill Cade I just want you to make sure Jane doesn't have to."
"By killing him first? Is that all?" Reade verified sarcastically.
"If it comes to that…yes." Tasha wasn't apologetic.
"Is that why you went with Blake when she shot Roman?" Reade demanded.
"Jane couldn't have lived with that," Tasha admitted, "We didn't know he was sick…"
"Would you have killed him?" Reade was watching her seriously.
"I wouldn't just die for any of you," Tasha admitted, "I'd kill for you."
Meeting her eyes Reade didn't doubt her resolve.
"I won't let you or any of this team…this family, down again." Reade said simply.
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"Jane," Kurt walked up to her as she was gearing up.
"I know you don't like me going in without you," Jane turned toward him and reached for him.
"Cade has already tried to kill you on multiple occasions," He pulled her in. His arms sheltered her while his concern for her welfare delivered rebuke. She smiled at the contradiction.
"Don't worry," She insisted, "I can take him."
"Physically without doubt," Kurt agreed, "Emotionally, you care for him."
"I've killed people that I've cared about before," She reminded him. Sheppard's death flashed before her, followed closely by Oscar. Holding Roman as he died…
"Nobody expects you to face this alone," Kurt reminded her.
"I'm not alone," Jane immediately protested, "Kurt, even when you're not physically with me, you're still a big part of everything I am."
Kurt leaned down to kiss her softly.
"Send someone else to pick up Cade's family," Kurt pleaded.
"I can't," Jane denied, "I won't have any contact with them until after they get picked up. It's a safety precaution. Even if I could contact them in route, they wouldn't believe me."
Kurt closed his eyes.
"Reade has your back," Kurt insisted when he opened them back up. Accepting there was nothing he could do now to change anything.
"I know," Jane said quickly.
That wasn't a good sign.
"If you don't trust him to watch out for you," Kurt started.
"It's not that," Jane denied, "He doesn't trust me."
"He does," Kurt denied.
"No," Jane insisted, "Cade is former Sandstorm and so am I. You're asking him to go into a situation surrounded by the enemy."
"You've had his back and he's had yours for years." Kurt reminded her.
"And he's resented it," Jane all but whispered, "You heard him, I cost him the life he's worked so hard for. He had to walk away from everything that mattered!"
"Do you want Tasha to go with you instead?" Kurt relented. He didn't doubt Reade, but the last thing he needed was for Jane to feel any more exposed than she would be already.
"No," Jane denied. "Reade will be extra vigilant because he's in an uncomfortable situation."
Kurt knew that there was nothing he could do to fix this in the time they had left. His concerned grew and his arms tightened.
"Promise you'll be careful," Kurt looked down at her seriously.
"Always," Jane assured him, "You, too."
Kissing her, he watched her turn to go find Reade.
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The ride over to the meeting was uncomfortably silent.
"Jane…" Reade had no idea what to say to make any of this even remotely better.
"You don't have to," Jane interrupted him.
"I've got your back," Reade insisted, "And you've always had mine."
Jane nodded stiffly, "I've got you."
Reade took a deep breath when he suddenly realized things might never be what they once were. The fact that it was all on him only made that realization harder to accept.
"Cade has a tell," Jane said in the ensuing silence, "When he's about to attack, he drops his chin. I doubt he even knows he does it."
"Is he right or left handed?" Reade asked her.
"Right handed," Jane immediately replied, "But he's ambidextrous. Sheppard made all of us train that way. That way if we were wounded, we could still preform the mission."
"Sounds charming," Reade frowned thinking about the life Jane had been forced to live.
"Don't worry," Jane assured him, "Cade was only with Sheppard for four years, I started training when I was much younger. I'm better."
Explanations like that broke his heart. She hadn't had much of a childhood and she's willingly agreed to help them, even knowing the possible cost to her was death. You're not a real FBI Agent…
"I'll drop you off a block away," Jane went on, "Cade will likely be in the rafters. He likes the high ground, he's an excellent sniper."
"Yeah," Reade reminded her, "I remember."
Jane absently rubbed the spot where Cade had shot her last time. If she hadn't been wearing the body armor she'd be dead.
Reade didn't miss the gesture.
"What if he shoots you before you say anything?" Reade worried.
"I have on a vest," Jane reminded him. Kurt had been adamant and she could hardly argue against his concern.
"What if he goes for a headshot?" Reade asked her.
"If he does that," Jane looked over at him, "Take him out and get the phone."
"What? You expect me just to agree with that flawed plan, just like that?" Reade was obviously outraged.
"I don't think he's going to shoot me before he gets his money," Jane insisted.
"You said this was all about revenge," He reminded her.
"We have to try," She insisted, "If we don't get that phone back…"
"Then we'll find another way to clear our names," He insisted, "You don't have to sacrifice anything for us."
"No," Jane agreed, "That's what you had to do."
"This isn't your fault," Reade insisted, "I was wrong to say that. I'm sorry."
"I don't blame you for what you said," Jane looked over at him quickly before turning back to the road, "I made my choices and you have a right to be angry about getting pulled into all of this."
"What did Nigel tell you as we were leaving?" Reade changed the subject.
"He recommended we go in together," She explained.
"Then why aren't we?" He demanded.
"Because that would mean trusting Nigel and giving Cade two targets," Jane explained.
"Nigel knows Cade," Reade worried, "If he things we should go in together…"
"He's Sandstorm," Jane interrupted, "We can't trust him."
"So were you," Reade gently reminded her, "And I trust you."
Jane looked over at him and for the first time he could see the hurt he'd caused her written clearly on her face.
"Look where it got you," Jane reminded him.
"Jane," Reade said sincerely, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I'm sorry I ever said otherwise."
She nodded her head, but didn't verbally acknowledge his claim.
"So we go in together?"
"Together," Jane agreed.
They pulled up to the warehouse cautiously. The team wasn't far behind them. Tasha, Patterson and Rich were their backup.
"I'll go in the front," Jane looked over at Reade.
"We go in together," Reade was steadfast.
They opened the door cautiously. It was dark. Jane and Reade shared a look before they stepped inside.
As their eyes adjusted a voice came echoing from around them.
"I didn't think you were coming," Cade taunted them.
"You knew we would." Jane denied.
"Where's Weller?" Cade asked suspiciously. If he knew anything with certainty it was that Kurt Weller would do anything for his wife. The fact that he wasn't here with her now couldn't mean anything good.
"He had something to do," Jane explained.
"Something more important than coming here with you?" Cade scoffed, "I doubt it."
"We have your money," Jane dropped the bag on the ground before her.
"Is it supposed to be in there?" Cade sounded doubtful, "Bags not big enough."
"It is a million dollars," Jane admitted.
"That wasn't the deal," Cade insisted.
"There's a new deal," Jane told him.
"One where you die?" Cade asked her.
Reade stepped slightly in front of Jane.
"Oh," Cade taunted, "Isn't that cute, he thinks he can protect you from me."
"I don't need protecting," Jane reminded him.
"The red dot on your shirt says otherwise," Cade insisted.
Jane looked down to see the dot he was referring to. It was within the parameters of her vest.
"I've been watching out for your family," Jane told him without moving.
"WHAT?" Cade demanded, his voice cold.
"When the CIA took you into custody," Jane explained, "Your husband was making a lot of noise looking for you. It was drawing the attention of the wrong people."
Cade froze in the rafters.
"I contacted him and made you a cover story. Told him that some bad people were looking for you and that he needed to stop with the missing posters and rally's he was putting on for you." Jane explained.
"He didn't think I just ran off?" Cade demanded, his finger trembling on the trigger until he removed it.
"He never thought that," Jane denied, "We built an escape plan in the event those bad people ever came to him looking."
"They must be looking now!" Cade insisted.
"They are," Jane agreed, "And we put the plan in motion."
"Where are they now?" Cade demanded gruffly.
"On the way here," Jane admitted, "Kurt's picking them up."
"It's not safe," Cade insisted, "You're lying!"
"I'm not," Jane denied, "He sent me a message for you."
Cade watched as Jane took her phone out of her pocket and held it up. He held his breath when his husband suddenly appeared in the screen.
"Our guardian angel insisted you wouldn't believe her when she told you we were coming to you," His husband said looking into the camera, "But we are. We know you didn't just leave us, we never thought you did. We thought…we thought you might be dead."
Cade knew this had to be a trick, but he wanted to believe.
"I don't believe you!" He screamed down at Jane.
"Our son is growing up," The man continued and suddenly Cade was mesmerized by his own son.
As the message ended, Jane turned the phone off and looked up at Cade.
"We're offering you a million dollars and a chance to be back with your family," Jane went on, "But you need to give us the phone."
"Why would you do this for me?" He asked clearly puzzled.
"You came to me for help," Jane reminded him, "I couldn't stop what happened to you, but I could protect the people that meant the most."
Reade was watching her silently. She always protected the most vulnerable.
Suddenly, Cade jumped down from his perch in the rafters.
Reade lifted his weapon up, Tasha's warning filling his head.
Suddenly a shot pierced the air and hit Jane center mass.
"NO!" Cade roared as Jane was repelled backwards.
Reade fired a shot toward the source even as he dragged Jane behind a shield of boxes.
"Stand down," Cade yelled.
"Jane," Reade was kneeling over her, "Are you hit?"
"Plates," She gasped.
"They have a million dollars in that bag," The voice called back to Cade, "You were only offering me $25,000."
"If you want to live," Cade said, his voice deadly, "I would rethink this decision."
"I don't just want to live," The voice denied, "I want to live well…"
Cade looked over at where the bag lay still by the door. He couldn't let him get that bag, but before he could move someone began laying down cover fire.
Cade barely made it to cover in time.
"Is she hit?" Cade called out.
"She's dead," Reade lied immediately. Jane was lethal and everyone knew it. If they thought she was dead, then the advantage shifted to them.
Cade closed his eyes in remorse.
"And you're next," The voice in the rafters promised.
Cade realized that the backup he'd bought hadn't come alone. Contractors…
Reade helped Jane sit up against the boxes.
"I'm going to try to get behind them," He told her.
"No," Jane argued, "They have the high ground."
"What do you want to do?" Reade asked her.
"I'm going up," Jane told him, her eyes finding her avenue.
"There are at least two snipers in the rafters," Reade reminded her, "And you don't have anything but a handgun."
"Do you have a better idea?" Jane asked him.
"I'll draw their fire," Reade told her, "You go find Cade."
"For what purpose?" Jane asked in confusion. Reade frowned when he realized she was still off her game.
"He has a sniper rifle," Reade reminded her.
"I don't need a gun to take out a sniper," Jane pulled a knife out from a scabbard at the small of her back. "You already made me a ghost, now let me go get them."
"What if Cade shoots you?" Reade worried.
"You go to Cade," Jane insisted, "They won't even know I'm there."
Reade wanted to argue, but seeing the stubborn light in her eyes, knew the best he could do now was keep their target on him.
Taking a deep breath he skirted across the open space between crates, heading toward Cade.
The shots rang out immediately. He felt the kiss of the bullet, but didn't take the time to assess damage.
He all but slid into place behind the same crates as Cade.
Cade raised his gun before lowering it again.
"Is she really dead?" Was his only question.
"She was wearing a vest," Reade told him.
Cade felt a huge relief. He'd made the same mistake once. Luckily the man he'd hired to even the odds didn't know Jane.
"We need to draw their attention," Reade insisted.
"Not a problem," Cade assured him before he turned and began to fire into the rafters.
"Jane's up there!" Reade reminded him, shooting low.
"I've worked with Remi a lot longer than you," Cade insisted, "Trust me."
"Jane," Reade argued even as he fired more rounds.
"Whatever she calls herself," Cade insisted, "Those bastards in the rafters don't stand a chance."
"So, what, now you're back on her side?" Reade asked in disgust.
"I blamed her for things that weren't her fault," Cade reluctantly admitted, "It was easier than shouldering the responsibility myself."
Reade felt a kick in his stomach. He more than understood that.
Suddenly a body fell from the rafters. Reade crawled over to the corner of their cover to look and make sure it wasn't Jane.
His head fell back against the crate when he realized it wasn't.
The other gunman began to shoot wildly around the rafters, not aiming so much as just spraying fire.
Cade stood up, took aim and shot him. The second body hit the ground with a dull thud and then everything was quiet.
"Jane?" Reade called up to her.
When he didn't receive and answer he felt his heart drop.
Cade had crouched back down and was waiting and listening. With his eyes scanning the darkness they waited.
Suddenly there was the sound of a gurgling scream. The last body hit the ground.
Jane climbed down and rushed over to where Reade and Cade were taking cover.
"That's it," She assured the men.
Reade's eyes were drawn to the blood dripping from her left hand.
"Are you hit?" He demanded as he rushed over to her.
"It's just a graze," Jane assured him, "You're bleeding too."
Reade brushed aside her concern, "It's a scratch."
They shared a look of amusement.
"Yeah, you're both hard asses," Cade looked between the two of them, "That's great, but we have a little problem."
Jane looked over and her amusement fled when Cade held up the broken phone.
"Did you do that on purpose?" Reade demanded.
"Of course not," Cade denied, "I was trying to keep from getting shot."
When the outside door silently swung inward, the three of them turned toward it expecting the worst.
Rich rushed in his gun ready.
"Who gave him a gun?" Reade demanded ducking back down.
"Freeze!" Rich screamed.
"Rich," Jane chided, "Put the gun down."
"Yeah," Cade looked at Jane, "He's a beast."
"Well at least he's on our side," Reade said pointedly standing back up.
Patterson and Tasha emerged from the shadows.
"We heard shooting," Patterson looked between Reade and Jane, "Everything okay?"
Tasha advanced on Reade when she saw the blood.
"Who gave Rich a gun?" Jane demanded as she wrapped her hand in the edge of her shirt.
"Are you hurt?" Patterson worried.
"It's nothing," Jane brushed aside her concern.
"Yeah," Tasha scoffed, "Weller is five minutes out, so you might want to wash that off."
"Does he have my family?" Cade demanded.
"Yes," Patterson assured him.
"Do you have the phone?" Tasha verified.
"It's broken," Reade told her.
"How broken?" Patterson worried.
When Cade showed her the pieces her eyes closed and she took them without a word.
"What was with all the shooting?" Rich was still holding his gun on Cade.
"Cade brought some backup that wasn't so reliable," Jane explained with a wince.
"So do we have a deal?" Tasha demanded even as she was inspecting Reade's injury.
"It's a deal," Cade agreed.
"We should at least get a discount because the phone is broken!" Rich protested.
"Rich!" Patterson chided.
"Couldn't I at least shoot him in the leg or something?" Rich pleaded.
"I wouldn't," Cade warned him seriously.
"Well, you don't get a vote," Rich told him, "You suck."
"Jane let me help you," Patterson offered seeing her struggle to keep her hand wrapped.
"I guess we better find a place to rinse it off," Jane conceded.
Watching them move off Reade turned to Cade, "She's only ever tried to help you, how can you have set her up like this?"
"Well forgive me," Cade didn't sound contrite, "Last time I came to her for help, I ended up in a CIA black site with a hole in my shoulder."
"You took Zapata hostage!" Reade argued.
"Only because you were all lying to me!" Cade said heatedly.
"He's right," Tasha cut through the argument, "Keaton was sending him back to a black site."
"That's how I can do it," Cade said simply.
"But Jane had nothing to do with that!" Reade insisted.
"She should have known and she should have stopped it!" Cade argued.
"She spared your life," Tasha reminded him, "She could have killed you."
"I wished she would have," Cade admitted, "You don't know what it's like at a CIA black site."
"Jane does," Rich reminded him.
"That's just all the more reason to blame her for helping them send me back there." Cade insisted.
"Would you have really rather died than come back to us?" A male voice said from the doorway.
Cade's head jerked to look at his husband who was holding his son's hand.
"I….I can't believe it!" Cade rushed toward them, all animosity forgotten.
"Where's Jane?" Kurt worried looking for his missing wife.
"She and Patterson went to find some water." Tasha predicated.
"She's hurt?" Kurt demanded immediately.
"It's just a graze," Jane assured him coming out of the darkness from the other side of the warehouse.
Kurt immediately moved to join her and his arm came around her as he inspected her for any further injuries.
"Mine's just a graze too," Reade assured him sarcastically.
Kurt shot him a glare.
"What happened?" He demanded, his gaze falling on Cade with open hostility.
"Let's just say that Cade has seen the error of his ways, but the phone was broken." Patterson glossed over everything.
"Can we salvage any of the data?" Kurt worried.
"We'll have to see," Patterson shook her head, "We don't have the resources we had before. It's not going to be easy and it's going to take time."
"What do we do with him?" Rich asked.
"Let him go," Jane said, her voice tired, "They have a cover already established. With the money Cade demanded they'll be fine."
"How do we know Cade won't make another error in judgement?" Rich asked her.
"All I want to do is get out," Cade insisted, "This is my last chance to start over and I'm not going to waste it."
"I believe him," Jane admitted.
"I'm sorry," Cade told Jane sincerely.
"Me too," She told him.
Cade's husband rushed over and gave Jane a big hug.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," She hugged him back.
"If you need anything," He went on.
"We've got it," Jane assured him.
Cade reached down and grabbed the bag. Watching them leave Jane felt conflicted. She'd just given them the one thing she couldn't even give her own family, the freedom to live their lives how they chose. Looking at the tired faces of her team she leaned into Kurt and followed them back into the shadows.
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"Jane do you have a minute?" Reade asked her.
"Uhhh, sure," She agreed standing up to follow after him.
Reade turned to her and admitted, "I listened to all the reasons Cade blamed you for his circumstances and I tried to figure out why he held you responsible when he'd done so much of this to himself."
Jane looked down.
"I think I finally figured it out," Reade said softly, "It's because you're incredible."
Jane looked up in surprise.
"People depend on you to get amazing things done and you don't let them down. You sacrifice and suffer for the greater good. So when things do go wrong, it's easy to look at you and wonder why you couldn't fix this like you did everything else. It's easy to blame you because it's hard to accept self-responsibility."
"Reade," Jane protested.
"I know this, because I'm guilty of the same thing. I was the head of the NYO. It was my responsibility to keep things running smoothly and I failed. I failed…not you. I'm sorry I ever said that any of this was you're fault. You might not have taken an oath, but you are sure as hell one of the best FBI Agents I've ever known, but more than that, you are one of the best friends I've ever had. I'm sorry."
Jane felt tears fill her eyes.
Seeing them Reade pulled her against him and gave her a bear hug.
"You forgive me?" He asked her.
"If you'll forgive me," Jane whispered.
"Nothing to forgive you for," Reade denied, "Love you."
"I love you too," She admitted.
"I want some of that!" Rich said from across the room.
Suddenly, it wasn't only Rich, but the team descended on them with happy smiles. The relief of finally getting past the blame and accepting that only together would they succeed spurred relieved laughter.
"Group hug!" Rich called out.
Jane met Kurt's eyes over Reade's shoulder. The tenderness in his expression made her smile grow.
With their family surrounding them Kurt and Jane knew one thing for certain, things were looking up.
