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"He's going to be okay," Patterson insisted.

Tasha looked over at her with a serious expression, "How can he think we can trust Weitz?"

"Can you contact Nas?" Jane looked over at Kurt with a worried expression. She knew he was hurting.

Kurt reached for his phone. Jane was driving and Patterson was trying to reassure Tasha in the back seat.

Kurt was silent while he sent the text.

Jane's heart was heavy. She should have been the one to go. If they send Reade to a Black Site he'll never be the same. He believes in right and wrong. Taking his oath mattered. It was so unfair.

"She's going to let us know when she takes Reade into custody." Kurt assured them.

Jane nodded, but didn't say anything. Now she was worried about Nas. First she'd come to Avery's aid and now they were expecting her to watch out for Reade. Madeline's next target had to be Nas.

"Jane?" Kurt looked over at her with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay?" She worried, turning to look over at him quickly.

He reached for her hand with his good arm, "I'm fine."

She held his hand unconsciously tight.

He knew she was worried. He was worried too.

"We need to move," Rich said from the very back seat.

"What?" Patterson protested, "We just got everything up and running."

"Reade might tell them where we are," Rich worried.

"He's not going to tell them!" Tasha protested.

"You don't know…" Rich insisted.

"I do know," Tasha argued.

"We need to move," Kurt cut into the budding argument, "Not because I think Reade's going to tell them, but because if Weitz can find us, we're being too predictable."

"Patterson," Tasha turned to her, "Tell them why we need to stay."

"Tasha," Patterson wanted to be there for her friend, but she knew they had to go.

"We have to stay!" Tasha was adamant.

"What's going on?" Kurt turned back to look at her in concern.

"She wants Reade to be able to find us again if he has to," Jane explained simply.

Tasha looked away.

"Tasha," Patterson reached for her hand, "He's going to be okay."

"Reade's always been by the book," Tasha worried, "And Madeline is willing to do whatever it takes. I should have gone with him."

"This was killing him," Jane said finally, "We've all made questionable choices. Patterson and Rich and the Three Blind Mice, Tasha and her undercover, Kurt reburying Taylor and marrying me…"

"Marrying you was not a questionable choice," Kurt couldn't let that stand.

Jane momentarily closed her eyes before focusing back on the road. She didn't say anything but she hoped he always felt that way.

"Even Mayfair said that Reade was almost too by the book," Tasha admitted.

"We need someone on the right side of the law validating what we find." Kurt admitted "Anything we do could compromise the case."

"If we don't build up the case against her," Patterson worried, "What are we supposed to do?"

"Weaken her," Jane immediately answered.

"How?" Patterson was becoming frustrated.

"We need more allies," Jane conceded, "But I've already tapped all the resources I had. Sandstorm was completely dismantled…"

"Not completely," Tasha suddenly admitted. She'd been keeping a secret, but with Reade at risk, she would use whatever resource she needed to.

"What do you mean?" Jane worried.

"Jane…" Tasha hesitated.

Kurt looked back at Tasha with a frown.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

"I know where to find a Sandstorm Asset," Tasha admitted.

"There's someone besides Bordon?" Patterson demanded, the fact that she reverted back to his alias a testament to her distress.

Jane didn't ask any questions. She was afraid to.

They pulled into the warehouse and as the doors closed behind them nobody moved. Jane stared straight ahead as she waited for what she didn't know. The longer it took Tasha to say any more, the more her tension built.

"Who is it?" She finally demanded, still looking straight ahead.

"It's Roman," Tasha finally told them.

"That's not possible," Jane denied, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel.

"What are you saying?" Kurt was watching Jane with a worried expression.

"Tasha?" Patterson demanded at her continued silence.

"Blake didn't actually kill him," Tasha admitted.

"What are you talking about?" Jane finally turned to look at her anger transforming her face, "I held him while he died…"

"We needed to get him out of the picture." Tasha told her with quick desperation.

"We?" Rich questioned.

"The CIA?" Kurt asked her.

"No," Tasha denied, "They don't know."

"Then who?" Patterson demanded.

"Blake was never our mark," Tasha admitted, "She was our asset. When she found out what her Father was doing and how Roman fit into it all, she wanted to help. I went under cover with her help."

"So when she died…" Rich realized, "You were on your own."

"She's not dead," Tasha denied.

"What?" Kurt asked with a tick in his jaw.

"I knew how Madeline killed her husband, so we let her believe Blake was dead. Madeline was always our target." Tasha admitted.

"So who helped you stage Roman's death if it wasn't the CIA?" Rich demanded.

"That was the price Blake placed on helping me." Tasha admitted. "She apparently really cared for Roman."

"So the plane crash was really just a cover to hide the fact that she wasn't poisoned?" Kurt realized.

"Yes," Tasha confirmed.

"What about the other KCI Board Members?" Patterson demanded.

"We didn't realize that Madeline intended to kill them," Tasha explained.

"So they really died?" Rich confirmed.

Jane was sitting perfectly still, not asking any questions or looking at any of the others.

"What about the zip poisoning?" Jane demanded.

"Dr. Roga contacted him when she had the cure." Tasha explained.

"So you knew about Dr. Roga and the cure months ago?" Kurt demanded.

"At the time I was deep cover and didn't even know that Jane was sick," Tasha pleaded, "By the time I got back you'd already brought Dr. Roga in…"

"Why didn't she say anything about Roman being alive?" Rich demanded.

"Dr. Roga owed Roman," Patterson realized, "She was protecting him."

"From us?" Jane asked with a flat voice.

"She did tell you how much he loved you," Rich reminded her gently.

"He loved me so much he was letting me die and follow cryptic clues instead of coming forward to help me." Jane pushed open the door to get out.

"Jane," Kurt worried as he watched her all but escaped the vehicle.

"How could you do this to her?" Patterson asked emotionally.

"I was trying to help her," Tasha insisted, "I should have turned Roman into the authorities, but I knew how important he was to Jane!"

"Why didn't you tell her when you came back?" Kurt demanded, "Or any of us?"

"At first I was still trying to gain your trust back," Tasha admitted.

"Not exactly the way to go about it," Rich offered in an aside.

"Then everything happened so fast," Tasha told them, "I…"

Kurt opened the door to go after his wife.

"Kurt," Tasha called to him, "Tell her I'm sorry, I should have told her!"

Kurt just inclined his head without saying anything.

Patterson made no move to leave the car.

Rich was looking back and forth between the two of them for once without making an inappropriate comment.

"I'm sorry," Tasha said in the ensuing silence.

Patterson opened the door to get out.

"Where are you going?" Tasha worried.

"To check on Jane," Patterson told her.

Once the door shut Tasha closed her eyes painfully.

"You know," Rich made her jerk. She'd forgotten he was back there. "For someone that they consider family, you keep a lot of things to yourself."

"I couldn't tell them," Tasha insisted, "I was breaking the law, I didn't want to take them down with me."

"Well," Rich climbed over the seat and turned to look at her, "We've been fugitives from the law for months now and it wasn't until you needed something that you brought it up."

"I knew they would hate me for keeping this from them," Tasha argued, "After Nigel…how could I admit it?"

"See," Rich pointed out, "It was the lie by omission that hurt them. What you did for Jane was wonderful, but she literally had a mental break after losing her brother. She needed to know he was alive, but the one person who knew, didn't tell her. Not to protect her, you were protecting yourself."

"I risked everything to help Jane," Tasha all but pleaded.

"I hope she can see it that way," Rich said as he opened the door. "She'll probably forgive you, she's forgiven a lot, but she trusted you. How many times can you lie before that is no longer true?"

Tasha listened to the door slam and rested her head back against the seat. Rich was right. How low had she sunk for Rich to feel the need to intervene? In his world of many shades of grey her actions caused protest then she didn't need to wonder how wrong she'd been. She didn't know how to make this right, she didn't even know if there was a way.

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Jane was trembling. Roman was alive. He wasn't dead, he wasn't poisoned and she hadn't unwittingly killed him. She rarely lost control, but she knew this was going to be one of those times. She took a big shuttering breath and on the exhale the tears came. She cried not for his loss, but for hers. She'd destroyed his love for her there could be no other question. He had been willing to sit back and watch her die. She had only ever wanted to save him and he hated her for it. She still loved him.

"Jane," Kurt was suddenly kneeling beside her. She turned to look up at him in confusion, so lost in her pain and introspection she hadn't heard him come into their room.

"Kurt!" Jane scooted toward him desperately. Suddenly, she needed the shelter of his loving embrace more than ever and he didn't make her wait. Even as she fell against him he pulled her closer. He didn't offer hollow condolences or shallow platitudes. He simply held her while the storm inside her raged fiercely.

"He's alive," Jane finally looked up at him and even through her devastation Kurt could see the love and relief she was feeling.

"Dr. Roga told you how much he loved you," Kurt reminded her. "He didn't do this to you."

"Why didn't he come forward if he had the cure?" Jane said with a hurt look.

"I don't know," Kurt admitted, "If he'd come forward he'd have gone back to being hunted and this time he would have taken Tasha down with him. We also know that he never solved the map leading to the Book of Secrets so he had no way to retrieve those last Stanton cells we needed."

Jane wanted to believe, but the brother she knew and loved wouldn't have simply negotiated for the Stanton cells, he would have stolen them. Roman wasn't like her husband, at one time he'd been willing to do whatever it took to protect her and she'd felt the same. He might be alive, but he was lost to her all the same.

"Jane?" Patterson knocked on the door softly, "Are you okay?"

Jane looked over to the door and said, "You can come in."

Patterson entered and stopped when she caught sight of the two of them sitting on the floor.

"Oh…Jane, I'm sorry," And then she was on the other side of Jane kneeling down and enveloping them both.

"I'm grateful she saved him," Jane admitted, "That's the one thing I couldn't do."

"She should have told you," Patterson was still hurting from finding out about Nigel, so she knew the betrayal Jane was struggling with.

"I understand why she didn't," Jane admitted, "But…it still hurts."

"We need to contact him," Patterson said finally, "See if he can help us."

"I need to see him," Jane insisted.

"Then I'll take you," Kurt immediately offered, "He might not have come forward when you were sick, but it was his discoveries that saved you."

At that reminder Jane looked up at Kurt with a grateful expression. She knew after everything that Roman had done, Kurt's offer showed her just how much he loved her. That unwavering support and caring helped her keep the shattered pieces of her heart from splintering into oblivion.

"I love you," She told him seriously.

"And I love you," He assured her with a kiss to her forehead.

Kurt and Patterson shared a silent look of concern over Jane's bent head. They didn't know if things had just gotten better or if it was just the opposite, opposite.