I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters… Today is my Birthday! So I'm doing what I want, not what I should. As a result, here is another chapter. :D Hope you enjoy...

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"You know you're supposed to be in custody," Nas reminded Reade.

"It's been two weeks," Reade said in frustration, "The only thing we have is a suspicious death in a stairwell and a whole lot of nothing."

"Did you think you would come in and tell us everything and it would be easy?" Nas asked him with an incredulous expression.

"You know that the corpse in the stairwell was a professional," Reade insisted, "It was within two blocks of the old safe house…"

"I'm sure he was after the team," Nas agreed, "I just don't know how he got that close to them."

"Could we have a leak?" Reade worried.

"You never told us where the team was," Nas gently reminded him, "And now even you don't know. So he had to have found them another way."

"We don't even know if anyone was wounded." Reade was clearly regretting his decision to come in.

"The only blood found was the assassins." Nas insisted.

"What about getting a warrant to dig up Madeline's husband?" Reade asked her.

"See," Nas was getting annoyed, "That's the problem. I need to identify the plot number to legally exhume Mr. Burke, but he's not there anymore is he?"

"No," Reade admitted uncomfortably.

"And exactly what evidence do I have to even request one?" Nas asked pointedly.

"Okay," Reade was beyond frustrated, "Stop telling me what we don't know and can't do and help me figure out what to do next."

"We could exhume the remains because the team moved them…" Nas suggested, "It would fit into the investigation."

"Then Madeline would claim that we just tampered with the evidence." Reade protested.

"You did," Nas reminded him.

"We never opened the coffins!" Reade insisted.

"If we can prove that," Nas reminded him, "Then whatever we find in the coffins becomes a part of the investigation."

When Reade hesitated, Nas gently reminded him, "The team's already on the most wanted list. We need to get them off of it before they aren't taken alive."

Reade reluctantly conceded. "This is why I came in."

"Then let's not waste it," Nas placed her hand on Reade's arm in reassurance.

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"They exhumed the body," Patterson announce later that evening.

"It's about time," Tasha took a bite out of her sandwich.

"So far it just added to the charges against us," Rich reminded them.

"Tampering with a corpse is nothing compared to what we're already wanted for," Jane insisted.

"I wish we could find out what was in that other coffin," Tasha wished.

"Why don't you just hack into the NSA database?" Roman asked them.

"It's not as easy as it sounds," Rich denied.

"Didn't Nas give you a back door?" Roman asked Patterson.

"How'd you know that?" She was stunned.

"Wait…wait," Rich held up his hands, "You have access to the NSA database and he knows about it, but I don't?"

"Yes…and no." Patterson explained, "I did get a key to get into the NSA database, but I don't have it now."

"You don't," Roman agreed before holding up his hand, "But I do."

Looking at the silver key he'd been palming Patterson's mouth fell open.

"How'd you get that?" Kurt demanded.

"While Sheppard was putting Phase 2 into motion, I wasn't sure who I could trust. When I saw the key, I knew it would be handy to have, if I lived through the night anyway." Roman explained.

"Didn't you notice it was missing?" Rich asked Patterson with shock.

"A lot happened that night," Patterson admitted, "And Kurt had already advised me against using it…then I left the FBI and never gave it another thought."

"Is that how you found out all the information in the new tattoos?" Jane asked Roman.

"Some of it came from there," He admitted, "Most of it was a little more difficult to come by."

Patterson reached for the keycard and Roman handed it over.

"If we use that…" Jane worried, "Will they be able to trace us?"

"No," Patterson and Roman answered together.

Rich just glared at them.

"Then try and find out what they know," Kurt encouraged.

Rich and Patterson headed for the door.

Looking back Patterson demanded to Roman, "Aren't you coming?"

"In a minute," He assured her.

After they left Jane looked at Roman seriously, "What's with you and Patterson?"

Kurt was glad she'd broached the subject.

"We appreciate the other's abilities." Roman said easily.

"That's it?" Jane demanded.

"What are you asking me?" Roman said easily.

"Patterson's been through a lot," Jane said bluntly, "I don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"I can assure you," Roman laughed softly, "Nobody here sees me as Mr. Right."

"Sometimes that can be…hard to resist." Jane insisted.

"Gee, sis, I passed puberty a few years ago." Roman reminded her.

"Don't hurt her," Jane didn't back down.

"I have no intension of doing that," Roman agreed before he stood up and followed after Rich and Patterson.

Jane watched him go with a worried expression.

"We'll keep an eye out for her," Kurt insisted as he pulled Jane against him in reassurance.

"The worst part," Jane admitted against his chest, "Is that I want nothing more than Roman to be the kind of person that would be good for Patterson."

"I know," He kissed her forehead on pulled her more firmly against him, "I know."

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"So my sister thinks I should keep my distance from you," Roman told Patterson later that day.

"Good luck with that. We don't exactly have a lot of space here." Patterson said absently still looking at her monitor.

"I don't think you're listening," Roman chided.

"Keep your distance," Patterson finally looked up, "Oh…I get it…keep your distance."

"What do you think?" Roman asked her.

"I think as much as I love your sister she should mind her own business. Anyway, it's not like it's like that." She answered, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"It's not?" Roman asked seriously.

"I mean…is it?" She whispered.

"It might be," Roman admitted.

"Exactly when will you know?" She asked him.

"When I find out what you think about all of this." He explained patiently.

"I like you," Patterson admitted, "But you did try to have me killed…so there's that."

"I'm trying to save you now," Roman told her.

"At least you're sister anyway," Patterson scoffed.

"So…" Roman said uncomfortably, "This is a dead end? Not going anywhere?"

"Dead end is a pretty horrible analogy considering our current situation," She chided.

When he dropped his chin and looked at her she relented, "I don't know."

"Good enough," Roman had to admit he was relieved. If there was even a remote chance, he'd take it.

"You were just in love with Blake," Patterson reminded him.

"I wanted a family," Roman admitted, "With Jane out of my life, I grasped at what she represented, not who she was."

"So, anyone would have done?" Patterson worried. She didn't just want to be anyone.

"Then," Roman admitted, "Probably, but I have Jane back in my life now. I'm not going to screw that up again. This isn't about needing family. We've been playing this game now for years, when I planned the tattoos and the clues from the data cash, I did it with you in mind. You're mind has fascinated me for years and since I've been back everything else about you seems equally fascinating."

"Wow," She smiled, "That's pretty good. I'm still not sure. I know just how far you'll go to complete whatever mission you're on and I don't want to be just a tool you use to complete whatever agenda you have in mind this time."

"I'll prove it to you," Roman vowed.

"Well," Patterson turned away to hide her racing heart, "Good luck with that."

He watched her go with a determined expression that might have scared her had she seen it.

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Tasha sat on her bed chewing on her thumb nail. It was a nervous habit that she rarely indulged in. She hadn't thought that being on the run could get worse, but she'd been wrong.

Once Reade left and she'd confessed her darkest secrets she'd become the outcast even among the outcasts. They didn't trust her anymore and she couldn't even blame them. Hell, Patterson even seemed to trust Roman more than she did her and he'd tried to kill her.

She had no idea how to make any of this right or even if there was a way. She missed the team. She felt like she was as alone as when she was with the CIA.

"What are you doing?" Jane asked her from the doorway.

"I'm sitting here wishing I could go back in time and do things differently." Tasha admitted.

"Take if from someone that's spent way too much time doing that, it doesn't work." Jane explained sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"I hate myself," Tasha whispered.

"You've always done this," Jane said kindly.

"What?" Tasha didn't understand.

"Painted things in black and white," Jane explained, "Good and evil."

"I can't do that anymore," Tasha said her voice ironic.

"It was simpler when you could," Jane suggested.

"What piously judge others?" Tasha clarified with a little smile.

"Yeah," Jane shared her smile.

"I made choices to protect the people I love," Tasha explained, "But I hurt you all in the way I did it."

"We're going to get through this," Jane assured her, "Together."

"I hope so," Tasha said earnestly.

When Jane leaned in to hug her Tasha all but fell into her arms.

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"We're a mess," Jane told Kurt later that evening.

Kurt didn't need any clarification.

"I don't know," Kurt denied, "From where I'm standing things are looking pretty good."

Seeing the look he gave her she felt her face flush.

"Are they?" She moved closer to him.

Kurt ran his lips over her neck and she shivered.

"I'd even go so far as to say perfection." He whispered against her skin.

Her hand slid down his back and over his taunt cheek.

"I couldn't argue with that," She squeezed.

Suddenly she found herself aloft.

"Kurt!" She laughed.

"I think someone needs some TLC," He suggested.

She wasn't going to argue with that.

Sometime later she lay entwined with her husband and ran her hand up and down his back.

"What are you thinking?" He worried, pulling back enough to see her eyes.

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am," She admitted.

She could see the surprise in his face.

"What?" She teased him, "I've got everything I need right here."

His expression softened.

"Seriously," She cupped his face, "I know how difficult it is being on the run, but even as hard as it is I still have you. When I left before…everything seemed so hopeless. I was lost and alone. The one thing I really wanted, really needed, I couldn't have. So no matter what hardships we face now, we face them together and I can't even begin to tell you what a difference that makes."

"You never have to face anything alone ever again," He said earnestly, "I'm your husband and wherever you go, I go. Always."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Jane warned him.

"You can hold me any way you like," Kurt assured her.

She smiled at his teasing.

"I'm worried about Tasha," Jane admitted.

"It's going to take time," Kurt reminded her.

"I've been where she is now," Jane worried, "I want to fix it for her."

"That's another one of the things I love about you," Kurt admitted, "But you know it's not that easy."

"I'm also worried about how Reade's doing and what's going on between Roman and Patterson." Jane confessed.

Kurt smiled down at her tenderly.

"I don't know how you became so empathetic after all the hardships you've faced." He said with the admiration in his voice easy to hear.

"I guess when you've made all the mistakes I have," Jane suggested, "You start understanding difficult choices and hurting for the people that have to make them."

"I don't know how I got so lucky," Kurt said seriously.

"Some would say cursed," Jane reminded him.

"They don't know you like I do," Kurt insisted.

"They don't love me like you do," Jane rebutted.

"No," Kurt agreed, "They don't, but that's their loss."

"As long as you think so," Jane kissed him softly, "That's all that matters to me."

"I know so," Kurt leaned in and rubbed his face against her cheek before kissing her forehead.

Jane closed her eyes and held him tighter. She would never walk away from him again, but there were other ways they could lose each other. Holding him tightly against her she worried about him. She'd do whatever it took to keep him safe and with her. Whatever it took…