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Jane stood in the shadows and watched as Nas entered the hospital. Kurt stood next to her, his arm around her and he watched her. The concern on his face lost in the shadows.

"Jane," He pulled her closer, "She's going to be okay."

"I know," Jane agreed, "But if it wasn't for me…"

"This isn't your fault," Kurt insisted.

"How can this not be my fault?" Jane finally turned to look up at him.

"You've been targeted by an evil woman with a lot of power," Kurt reminded her.

"Sheppard was right to take Avery from me," Jane insisted, "What kind of life would she have had?"

"Don't say that!" Kurt denied, "You're a great mother to both Avery and Bethany. I can't wait for us to have children of our own. There is nobody I want that with but you."
"Kurt…" Jane reached up and placed her hand against his stubble cheek gently, "Look at all the pain I cause the people closest to me. I ruined Roman's life, killed Sheppard, the teams on the run and even you have to admit in the time that you've known me…it hasn't exactly been moonlight and roses."

"We've faced some challenges," Kurt agreed, "But none of it is your fault. Every moment of these past few years has been worth it, because now I have you."

Jane closed her eyes and leaned into Kurt. He kissed her forehead gently.

"I don't know what my life would be like without you," She whispered into his neck.

"Let's not find out," He nuzzled her ear.

She leaned back and gave him a wavering smile.

He closed the distance between them and gently saluted her lips.

"I wished I could see her," Jane admitted, looking back toward the hospital.

"It's too risky," Kurt denied, "All of this was a set up to draw you in."

"My head knows that," Jane agreed, "But all my heart wants is to see her."

"Nas is going to watch out for her," Kurt assured Jane, "Once she has her secure we'll try to make it happen."
Suddenly Nas appeared at the hospital emergency room entrance.

Jane stiffened when she realized that Nas was pushing Avery in a wheel chair.

She was followed out by two agents wearing FBI vests.

It was clear that they were arguing with her, but she ignored them and continued to the curb where a car was waiting. Jane watched as Nas ensured that Avery was loaded inside the vehicle before she turned back to the men trailing her. The conversation was obviously tense, but too far away for them to hear.

"Do you think they're going to try to stop her?" Jane worried.

"I think they're going to try," Kurt admitted, "I don't think they're going to succeed."

Suddenly several other vehicles pulled up to the Emergency Exit doors.

"What's happening?" Jane worried. She'd been relieved to see Avery climb into the car on her own. It reassured her that her injuries were not life threatening, but with every moment that passed Jane could feel her tension gathering.

Kurt was resting his hand on his weapon as he watched the scene unfold.

Madeline had arrived and with her was Mathew Weitz.

Nas didn't back down. It was only after the first initial tense exchange that Jane realized that Weitz was siding with Nas. She didn't know what to think of that.

More cars arrived. Nas now had backup. While the argument continued, Nas calmly turned back to the SUV where Avery was waiting and climbed inside. Jane let out an unsteady breath as the vehicle pulled away.

"She did it," Jane said in relief.

"I'm glad we got her when we did," Kurt agreed, "If we had waited any longer, Madeline would have tried to take her."

"She wouldn't have succeeded" Jane denied.

"No," Kurt agreed, "She wouldn't have."

"We better go," Jane said as her daughter disappeared into the night.

"I'm with you," Kurt assured her.

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"This isn't working," Tasha told Reade in frustration.

"We're still alive," Reade pointed out.

"But that's all we are," Tasha said as she paced back and forth in agitation.

"You need to calm down," Reade insisted.

"No," Tasha denied, "You need to get wound up."

"What good is that going to do?" Reade said annoyingly calm.

"Lives are being destroyed," Tasha reminded him, "First it was us, now it's Brianna, Allie and Keaton too. Madeline could have killed Avery! When is it going to stop?"

"I don't know when," Reade admitted, "But given enough time, we'll get her."

"What's she doing in the mean time?" Tasha insisted, "Who knows what she's doing at the NYO. She could be setting criminals free, using FBI resources to ruin other people's lives…"

"We're doing the best we can," Reade rubbed his face in agitation. He knew Tasha was right, but they didn't yet have a way to stop her.

"We've spent too much time playing defense," Tasha growled, "We need to go on the offense for once."

"What are you suggesting?" Reade liked the sound of this.

"We start taking some of her players off the field." Tasha suggested.

"How?" Reade demanded, "We can't exactly take any of them into custody. You're not suggesting…"

"Killing them?" Tasha finished for him,

When he just looked at her she assured him, "No, but we need to weaken her and the only way to do that is take away the people giving her the power."

"So who do we start with? Weitz?" Reade suggested.

"No," Tasha denied, "He's her pawn, we need someone that she relies on…"

"What about her lawyer?" Reade suggested with a little grin, "That would hurt her."

"Let's do it," Tasha smiled in anticipation.

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"We can't just go taking people off the street," Kurt protested when he and Jane returned.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Tasha asked him aggressively, "Wait for her to become President?"

"Now," Patterson tried to intervene, "We are already on the FBI's most wanted list."

"For things we are innocent of doing," Kurt reminded them back, "If we become the criminals they're saying we are, then what do we have left?"

"Our lives," Tasha argued.

"No," Kurt insisted, "Our existence. The lives we left behind will be gone forever."

"What if we don't take him," Jane said in speculation.

"You mean hire someone to take him?" Rich tried to verify.

"No," Jane denied shooting Kurt a reassuring look, "We can't be the only people that want him out of the way…"

"You want someone else to do the dirty work for us," Rich realized with a little smile.

"What'd you have in mind?" Patterson asked her.

"The file you sent us listed twelve people that Madeline had killed that were on the HCI Global board. The Mexican Cartel is still upset over their hacker Del Toro. Cathy's boyfriend was killed…"

"By us," Reade reminded her.

"She doesn't know that," Jane insisted, "Any of those people would love to find out what Madeline has planned. They want their own revenge."

"The problem with that is that all of those people will actually kill him," Kurt reminded her, "He's better off alive. We might be able to get him to turn on Madeline to save himself."

"Okay," Jane conceded, "What if we don't make him accessible to those people, we just put the word out that he is pivotal in her plans. Then he'll be forced into hiding too. That takes him out of play."

"That's not bad," Patterson said hopefully.

"Not if he hides with Madeline," Tasha argued.

"What if he thinks she's the one that turned on him?" Jane suggested.

"So you want to take him out of play by making each of them think the other turned on them?" Rich realized, "Looks like Roman wasn't the only evil genius in your family…"

"Rich," Patterson chided.

"What?" Rich insisted, "It's a compliment."

Jane knew he wasn't trying to hurt her, but that part of her that she left behind still made her uncomfortable. She looked over to Kurt.

He could read her every expression and closed the distance between them and pulled her in, "I love every part of you," He whispered in assurance.

She leaned into him in relief.

"What if we do get him to run?" Reade argued, "If he goes into hiding, how will we ever find him?"

"I could offer him an out," Nigel suggested. The tension he caused the group was wearing on him. This allowed him to help, but from a distance. "Use my training to…encourage him to turn on Madeline."

"You're training as a therapist or as a torturer?" Rich tried to clarify.

"A therapist," Nigel said in exasperation.

"Just checking…" Rich held up his hands.

"So what do we use to get them to turn on each other?" Reade asked.

"If we make Madeline think that Shirley let it slip to her kids that she was accused of killing her husband…" Tasha suggested.

"Then Madeline will really turn on him," Patterson said.

"There would be no turning back from that," Reade agreed.

"Then Nigel offers him a safe haven," Kurt nodded, "It could work."

"It would get rid of him and throw her off her game when her kids demand answers," Jane suggested.

"Looks like we're on offense," Tasha looked over to Reade in satisfaction.

He smiled back at her.

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Jane looked over at Tasha as they entered the bar.

"Are you sure he's not going to recognize you?" Jane verified.

"I'm sure," Tasha insisted, "Even if he had met me, he won't know me looking like this."

Reade looked over at Kurt and they shared a moment of male disbelief.

"He'll remember you," Reade insisted, "So have you met him or not?"

"I haven't," Tasha growled, "But you don't know…"

"I know," Reade interrupted her, "You're unforgettable."

Tasha's outrage faded at his sweet comment, "Oh."

"We'll be the lookout," Kurt assured them, "If you need anything…"

"You'll be the first to know," Jane insisted.

Watching them head toward their target Reade and Kurt chose a table that allowed them to keep an eye on the door, while still keeping Jane and Tasha within sight.

"How can they be so completely clueless about the attention they get?" Reade asked Kurt.

"It's because they don't use their looks to accomplish their goals that it doesn't occur to them." Kurt suggested, "They are capable on every level, looks are low on the scale of things that matter to them."

"I guess," Reade agreed, "But getting noticed has nothing to do with their use of feminine whiles and more to do with the guy that's looking."

"Well," Kurt scanned the bar, "They can look, but they better not touch."

"Why, are you going to kick their ass?" Reade smiled.

"No," Kurt denied, "I'm going to kick whatever is left of it after Jane's done."

"Let's hope everyone keeps their hands to themselves," Reade rubbed his neck, "We can't afford the attention."

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Jane and Tasha made their way over to the bar where Madeline's son was sitting. He was alone. They didn't engage with him directly but sat one stool away.

"I can't believe I was so stupid," Jane told Tasha, "He was married and I still believed him when he said he was going to leave her."

"It's not your fault," Tasha insisted, "He used you."

"I knew he was a mistake," Jane agreed, "Who can believe such a high priced lawyer? He argues for a living…"

"I don't know what you ever saw in him," Tasha sipped her drink, "He wasn't exactly fantasy material, hell even his name was weak…I swear if my last name was Shirley I'd change it."

Jane noted the Madeline's son turned toward them and looked.

"If I thought his wife was bad," Jane went on, "It was nothing compared to his "big client."

"What big client?" Tasha asked with interest.

"There was this woman…Madeline someone," Jane explained, "She called him more than his wife!"

"Why?"

"He let it slip one time," Jane lowered her voice slightly, she knew whispers often drew more attention than regular speech. "She killed her husband, poisoned him."

"She killed her husband?" Tasha repeated loudly in shock.

"Shhhh," Jane hushed her, "He wasn't supposed to tell me that."

"Is he representing her for that?" Tasha lowered her voice.

"No," Jane insisted, "She hasn't been charged. She's now some big wig with the FBI. She just got some type of oversite position."

"If figures," Tasha said in an angry voice, "If she could kill her own husband, who else could she kill?"

"They had kids," Jane agreed, "They're adults now, but can you imagine finding out your Mom was wanted for killing your Dad?"

"No," Tasha denied, "You're better off without this guy."

Suddenly Madeline's son stood up and threw some money on the bar.

Watching him storm out of the building Jane looked back at Tasha with a smile.

"We got him."

"Yes," Tasha returned her smile, "We did…"

Reade watched the man leave before turning back to Kurt, "I'm glad these ladies are on our side."

Smiling Kurt looked over to where his wife was walking toward him, a serious look on her face until she met his eyes. The smile she gifted him made his heart turn over.

"They make all of this worth it," Kurt agreed absently. He hadn't known when he first met Jane just how utterly necessary she would become, but he knew now. Standing he greeted the woman that completed him. She walked into his arms like she was home and he wouldn't have it any other way.