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Jane woke up with Kurt wrapped around her. She smiled.

They'd been taking turns keeping watch, so going to bed and waking up with Kurt was a rare treat.

She closed her eyes and savored the feel of him around her. He was so warm. His arm was around her waist and she wished that they could stay like this forever.

Suddenly his hand twitched sharply and her eyes flew to his face. The anguish there stole her breath.

He was still sleeping, but clearly even in his dreams he found no respite.

Her hand came up to cup his cheek and she tried to rouse him.

"Kurt," She whispered, "Wake up."

His eyes jerked open and for a moment she could read panic in them before he focused on her and all of his tension relaxed.

"What were you dreaming of?" She worried.

"Fire," He said simply.

Jane's eyes closed in remorse.

"Let's talk about Colorado," She said when she opened her eyes.

"What? Why?" Kurt shook his head.

"We spend so much time concentrating on the bad stuff," She explained, "I want to talk about the good stuff and our plans for the future."

"We don't know what any of this will look like when it's all over," Kurt said thoughtfully, "Who knows if Allie and Connor will take Bethany back to Colorado or not."

"Well," Jane admitted, "I don't care where we end up as long as we're together and get to see Bethany grow up."

Kurt smiled at that proclamation.

"What about seeing our kids grow up?" Kurt asked her.

"You still want kids?" Jane verified her face close enough to his for him to feel her breath against his skin.

"At least four," He teased her.

"Four," Jane repeated her face shocked, "Four with Bethany and Avery…or four more?"

"Four more," Kurt said with no hesitation.

Jane's eyes got wide.

"Come on," He teased her, "Don't tell me the woman not afraid of anything is afraid of having her own children."

"Kurt, they would outnumber us," She pointed out.

"I think we could handle it," He assured her.

"What if they're like…us?" She suggested with raised eyebrows.

"I'd like nothing more," Kurt insisted.

"Teenage us," She stressed.

At that he paused. He'd been constantly on the edge of expulsion from school. His anger at the world had been impressive enough to draw Sheppard's attention.

"I wasn't that bad," He lied shamelessly.

She just looked at him.

"Okay," He conceded, "I was pretty bad, but you were okay."

"Okay?" Jane shook her head, "I was a lethal fighting machine that had a child when I was sixteen."

"I still want four," He warned her.

"Are you a glutton for punishment?" She asked him.
"Come on," He smiled at her teasing, "Four miniatures of you running around? It'd be great."

"Avery's like me," She reminded him.

"She has your fire," Kurt agreed with a smile.

"She's not exactly easy," Jane insisted.

"What's going on?" Kurt worried with a frown, "Don't you want kids anymore?"

"It's not that," Jane hastily assured him, "I'm not worried about the kids being like us…but what if I'm like Sheppard?"

"You're nothing like her," Kurt denied forcefully.

"You said yourself Sheppard trained Roman and I to manipulate people…I don't…I don't…"

"Jane," Kurt stopped her, "You have the best heart of anyone I know. I'm not worried about what kind of mother you're going to be. I trust you completely. I think you're going to be a wonderful mother, for what it's worth."

Hearing her own words to him turned back on her Jane smiled up at Kurt sweetly.

"Thank you," She whispered.

"So…four?" Kurt continued to tease.

She gave him a come hither smile and closed the distance between them, "Hmmm…four." The reverberation of her response made him shiver.

"Or more," He was all in. Whatever kind of life he was facing as long as it included Jane, he was good. Everything else would be a bonus, but she was his necessity.

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"You want them to do what?" Reade asked Rich in surprise.

"I don't necessarily want Jane and what's her name to go undercover in a Brothel…" Rich insisted, "But there is someone there that can really help our cause."

"Do you expect us to just go up to the door and request a room?" Tasha asked him in disbelief.

"You aren't going to be "working" Rich said with air quotes, "I know the manager and he's willing to help me."

"Then why don't you go in?" Reade demanded.

"Our mark doesn't swing that way," Rich denied, "Believe me I tried…"

"Rich," Kurt interrupted him in exasperation.

"Look," Patterson tried to reel in the conversation, "We've identified a close associate of Madeline's that went on the run before she could kill him."

"You could say he's living everyday like it's his last…" Rich pointed out, "Hence the Brothel…"

"Can't we just nab him before he goes in?" Kurt demanded.

"Well," Rich pulled up photos, "He travels with a number of really burly henchmen. The only time he's not well guarded is when he's…shall we say indisposed."

"Even if we could get in there," Jane argued, "He might have a regular he prefers."

"To either of you?" Rich scoffed, "I don't think so."

"How do you plan to make sure Jane and Tasha are only available to…" Reade hesitated.

"Arthur Limp," Rich filled in for him.

"Are you kidding?" Tasha demanded.

"You can't make this stuff up," Rich insisted.

"Guess that's why he's paying for it." Jane said with raised eyebrows.

"All joking aside," Patterson said seriously, "He's got a reputation for not exactly being careful with the women."

"I thought if you ruffed up the women," Reade worried, "They stopped letting you come back."

"I don't want to know why you know that," Tasha told him, her face set.

"In this case," Patterson went on, "He pays them so much money the owner overlooks his indiscretions. That's why the manager is willing to help."

"What do you mean by indiscretions?" Kurt demanded.

Rich hit a few buttons and pictures came up of multiple women battered and bruised.

"No way," Kurt immediately denied, "They are not going in there."

"I'll go," Tasha insisted, "Looks like he needs to get his ass kicked."

"Well you aren't going alone," Jane insisted, shooting Kurt a reassuring look.

"He's not going to talk," Reade argued, "So what's the point?"

"Oh, he'll talk," Rich insisted, "We aren't looking to use him as a prosecution witness, we just need to get the dirt on Madeline so we have something to help him…be candid."

"You're going to drug him?" Kurt said his jaw set.

"Drug is such a strong word," Rich held out his hands.

"Yes," Patterson interrupted bluntly.

At Kurt's set face and hard jaw Jane drew his attention, "Kurt, can I have a moment?"

Watching them leave Rich turned to Patterson, "He's not going for it. I told you he wasn't going to agree!"

Seeing the earnest way Jane spoke to him and the way he looked away from her as he listened. Patterson and Tasha shared a look.

"What?" Rich demanded.

"We didn't need to convince Kurt," Patterson insisted, "We just needed to convince Jane. Once she saw the pictures of those women, she was onboard."

"Oh…" Rich smiled, "I get it. You convince her and she convinces him!"

"I wouldn't get too happy just yet," Reade warned them, "We're going to be the ones sitting with him while they're in there."

At that their smiles predictably faded.

When Jane and Weller returned, Jane was holding Kurt's arm and he was looking displeased.

"So it's a go?" Rich verified.

Kurt's abrupt nod didn't surprise any of them.

"We'll be careful," Jane looked over at Tasha.

"We've got this," Tasha agreed.

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"We've got this," Jane taunted Tasha.

"Hey," Tasha protested pulling up her top, "I did not pick out these outfits."

"I wish we could blame Rich," Jane said pulling her skirt further down, "But this is what they provide the girls to wear."

"I still blame him," Tasha laughed up at Jane.

"Works for me," She grinned back.

"So they're going to give us the signal when Arthur arrives?" Tasha confirmed.

"Yeah," Jane agreed, "Between the girls that really do work here hiding and us being new…one of us is sure to be picked."

"What's the other one supposed to do?" Tasha worried.

"Rich assured me they had a plan," Jane told her.

"Rich assured you?" Tasha clarified.

"Point taken…" Jane conceded.

"It's a good thing we covered all your tattoos before we came in," Tasha told her, looking at the amount of Jane's exposed skin. "It's also a good thing that Weller isn't here to see that outfit."

"My problem isn't with the amount of skin," Jane denied, "Although it's pretty horrible, it's with the inability to have our weapons."

"You are a weapon," Tasha reminded her.

Jane smiled, "Says the woman that broke out of prison."

Tasha laughed, "That didn't exactly go well."

"It helped bring down Sandstorm," Jane reminded her.

"Well this time let's see if we can avoid the trunk of a car…" Tasha suggested.

"I'll see what I can do," Jane agreed with a rueful smile.

"They're here," One of the women warned them with a look of fear.

Jane and Tasha got serious.

Opening the door they found a group of seriously intimidating men. It was obvious they were hired to protect the less than impressive older man with the paunchy physique.

Arthur immediately took note of them, but Jane and Tasha didn't approach them.

"Who needs five guards?" Tasha whispered to Jane.

"You saw the picture of what he likes to do," Jane reminded her, "He probably needs every one of those guards to keep from getting his ass kicked."

"It's not going to help him today," Tasha said with a scowl.

Suddenly Arthur walked over toward them, "Let's go."

Tasha looked up at Jane and she mentally deducted points for his technique. Clearly this guy had no redeeming qualities.

Tasha didn't say a word, but stepped to where he indicated.

Jane watched her go with a worried frown. Mr. Limp clearly had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into and Jane just hoped Tasha didn't kill him.

Turning back to the room she realized that she was now the center of attention. The reason so many guards accompanied him suddenly became apparent. This wasn't going to be good.

While her attention was on this new threat she didn't see the man that walked up behind her. When the arm came around her waist she tensed immediately before the familiarity of it registered.

Looking over her shoulder she'd never been more relieved.

"Shall we?" Kurt asked her.

Jane took the arm he offered her and they trailed after Tasha.

"I didn't know you were coming in," Jane said casually.

"We knew whoever wasn't chosen was going to be facing a challenge." Kurt reminded her.

Remembering the scowls on the guard's faces when they left she urged him, "Please tell me you're armed."

"I'm armed," Kurt assured her. "Nice…outfit."

"What outfit?" Jane teased him, "This is mostly just my skin."

"I noticed," Kurt said with a frown.

"I didn't exactly pick it," Jane reminded him. "How long do we have?"

"Arthur pays for the entire night," Kurt assured her.

"How long did you pay for?" Jane asked him.

"I get the rest of our lives," He reminded her.

"Very funny," She turned toward him and gave him a quick peck on his lips.

"Very serious," He denied.

"Let me get changed," Jane said absently, "By then Tasha will have him drugged and we can get on with the interrogation."

Kurt wasn't sorry when the little piece of nothing Jane was wearing hit the floor. As she pulled on the clothes she'd worn in he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. When he'd walked through the door and seen those men ogling Jane he'd not been amused. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, but that wasn't what made her so special. It was her heart that had turned his desire into love. The woman she was on the inside that mattered most.

"Do you think she's had enough time?" Jane worried.

Suddenly there was a knock on the wall.

Kurt and Jane shared a look.

"I guess so."

The room had connecting doors, so Jane knocked back and the door opened, to her surprise it was Reade.

"What are you doing in here?" Jane asked in surprise.

"Hiding in the closet like a stalker," Tasha told Jane in exasperation.

"Not a stalker," Reade denied, "A closet specter."

"More like spectator," Tasha argued, "When I saw you peeking out I almost had a heart attack."

"Oh," Reade asked her, "Was that before he tore the strap from your top, or after you kicked him in the family jewels?"

"Does it matter?" Tasha insisted, "He's drugged."

"It kind of matters," Reade said with a scowl.
"I could have drugged him myself," Tasha insisted.

"I helped you," Reade told her, "You're welcome."

Jane knew Tasha was embarrassed and Reade was worried, so she tried to intervene.

"At least we're not in the trunk," Jane offered.

Reade just looked at her and Tasha gave a rueful smile, "Works for me."

The interrogation went smoothly and within a few hours they had considerably more information than Madeline would have wanted.

"What do we do with him now?" Tasha demanded.

"We can't just leave him here," Jane warned them, "Who knows what will happen to the ladies we leave behind."

"Rich has this covered," Reade looked over at Kurt with a smile.

"Did he call in the police?" Tasha worried.

"No," Reade denied, "Worse."

"What's worse?" Jane worried.

"He notified his wife." Reade said with a smile, "She's been looking for him ever since he fled."

"This guy is known for abusing women," Tasha worried.

"Oh, no," Reade insisted, "She's got him by the short hairs. It's her money and she definitely wears the pants in that relationship."

Suddenly, there was a hard banging on the door and Jane looked over at it with raised eyebrows.

"Time to go," Reade told Kurt.

"Arthur I know you're in there!" A loud and angry voice said from the other side, "Open the door!"

"The little woman has arrived," Reade noted.

When she began to batter the door Jane stopped worrying. This was her kind of woman.

They filed back into the adjoining room quickly. Within seconds the sound of the door crashing against the wall met their ears.

"We need to get out of here before she comes looking for who was in the room with him," Jane suggested.

"The cars out back," Kurt assured them.

They filed out and Reade held the door open for Tasha.

She looked at it and then him.

"What?" He demanded, "Did you want me to open the trunk?"

She stepped past him with a glare.

"Since when do you open doors for me?" She asked him.

"Oh," He held up his hands, "Sorry, open your own ass door."

She sat down and then demanded, "Aren't you going to shut it?"

"Why do I feel like there is no winning at this point?" He asked Kurt.

"Thinking you could win was your mistake," Kurt laughed at him.

Jane pushed Kurt's arm as he grinned at her.

"Very funny," She told him.

Leaving the compound as the sun climbed Jane couldn't stop her smile. They were one step closer to taking Madeline down and getting their life back. One step closer to all the promise she saw in Kurt's eyes. Squeezing his hand she smiled when he brought her hand up and kissed it tenderly.