I DO NOT OWN JOHN WICK OR BLINDSPOT, NOR DO I OWN ANY DIALOGUE. THERE ARE GOING TO BE A FEW FLASHBACKS ON JANE'S SIDE TO BRING PEOPLE UP TO SPEED ON HOW THIS PARTNERSHIP FORMED OVER THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS.
The Continental Moscow. Moscow, Russia. The next day.
John Wick woke up the next morning feeling refreshed; as he always did after completing a job. He looked over to see Jane Weller sleeping soundly in the bed. They normally slept in the same bed, but out of respect, John always created a wall of pillows between them to ensure that there would be no intimacy. Jane was still a married woman and John had no interest in committing adultery; no matter how beautiful the woman was. He went over to the microwave and began to prepare tea for himself and Jane. She had introduced him to her favorite brand of tea: Chinese Black Dragon. He had found the taste to his liking and now drank the stuff as regularly as she did. When the tea was finished, he brought it over to Jane, who had just woken up from her slumber.
"Hey…"Jane muttered groggily as she stretched in the bed. Her heavily tattooed skin extremely exposed.
"Would it be too much to ask if you would take tea with me, Mrs. Weller?" John asked in coy voice.
"I suppose not, Mr. Wick." Jane replied with a smirk as she stood up and took the tea from her colleague. "Did we get paid?"
"The money's been put into our accounts, it's all good." John replied with a nod as they both looked out over Moscow.
"So, do we have another job lined up?" She asked as she sipped on her tea.
"No, we can stay here and cool off…or we can head to my place?" He answered as his partner heaved a sigh.
"I thought your place was private?" Jane asked with an amused look on her face. John had mentioned the 1 story house that he owned in Upper New York, but he kept it pretty private and had never invited Jane to see it.
"It is and i'm offering to privately show you my private place." John replied with a small smile as Jane rolled her eyes.
"I guess being in an actual home again wouldn't hurt." she replied as she let her mind wander to her old home in Colorado.
Denver, Colorado. 1 year ago.
Kurt Weller emerged from his daughter Bethany's room, having finally got her to sleep. His wife Jane was waiting for him with some much needed food.
"I finally got her down." Kurt whispered as he gently closed the door.
"You finally woke up, you mean." Jane shot back as she cooked.
"I can't help it, it's like snuggling with the cutest little hot water bottle." He explained.
"Well, your timing is perfect: dinner is served." She announced as she laid down 2 plates of salads.
"It's so good having Allie work nights lately, I love having Bethany for bedtime." Kurt remarked as he ate.
"I love seeing her fat little face in the morning." Jane remarked in turn with a smile.
"You ever thought about having one of our own?" Kurt asked calmly. Jane thought that he was joking at first, but the look on his face said that he was serious. Before she could answer though, the phone rang. Both the land line and Kurt's cell phone.
"Hello?" Jane said with curiosity in her voice.
"Jane, it's Keaton." the voice belong to Jake Keaton, director of the CIA said frantically. "Get out of the house right now, it's..." The power died before he could say anymore. Suddenly, a red dot appeared on Jane's chest. Kurt quickly shoved her down as a shot was fired and missed. Suddenly, the doors were broken in and several armed men wearing masks and brandishing guns barged into the house. Kurt and Jane quickly went into action, fighting them off with whatever they could use. They held off their attackers as Jane used a bread board to deflect a knife and dispatch one of the attackers. Kurt swiped a gun from one of the fallen men and used it to finish the others off. Eventually they all fell to the couple. As they caught their breath, they could hear crying coming from Bethany's room. They quickly raced in and found that Bethany Weller was all right, but clearly disturbed by the loud noises.
"Hi..." Jane whispered softly as Kurt picked up his daughter.
"What the hell just happened?" Kurt asked in shock.
Eventually, the Denver police pulled up, flanked by Jake Keaton himself and the look on his face told both of the Wellers that shit had most definitely hit the fan.
"Bertrand Keele." Keaton explained as he showed the couple a picture of the mastermind behind the attempt on their lives. "German steel titan and former Sandstorm loyalist."
"Sandstorm's done." Weller pointed out.
"Yes, which apparently made Bertrand very, very angry." Jake shot back. "You don't take down one of the biggest terrorist organizations in the world without making some enemies."
"So this Keele person wants me dead?" Jane inquired.
"This Keele person is dead." the director clarified. "He knew the CIA was closing in on him, but before he took his own life our intel confirmed that he put a 10 million bounty on yours."
"So it's over, then?" Kurt asked with hope
"No, the bounty's in escrow with a dark web fixer." Keaton replied wistfully. "It's still active, and we can't shut it down. The best assassins in the world are about to come at you. They're not gonna stop until someone collects, and they're not gonna care who's standing between you and them when they do."
"So we take this fixer down, stop it at the source." Kurt insisted.
"Guy's a ghost, CIA's been after him for years." Jake insisted as he turned to Kurt's wife. "Look Jane, we need to get you out of here. Now, I can set you up with a new ID, passports, money."
"No, there has to be another way." Weller insisted with desperation.
"Kurt." Jane said with frustration.
"There has to be."
"Kurt I love you, but you know that he's right. It's not safe if I stay. For any of us."
"Fine, i'm coming with you." Kurt decided.
"Kurt..." Jane groaned.
"Yes, I am." he decided. "We find this guy, we take him down. We put a stop to this. You're my wife. So whatever we face, we face together."
"Okay..." Jane whispered as she embraced her husband.
"We'll leave first thing in the morning." Keaton declared as he walked out. Later that night, Jane came to the realization that she couldn't drag Kurt into this. His daughter meant too much to him. Whatever this new threat was, she had to face it alone; reduce the collateral damage.
"I'm sorry..." Jane whispered as she took off her wedding ring and set it down on the coffee table before walking out of her house and her life.
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