Author's Note: Anyone for more Rich Dotcom? Yeah, I thought so... :D

"Oregon!"

"What about Oregon?" Zapata replied, distracted by the report on one of SIOC's large screens.

Patterson skidded to a stop in front of the team. "Jane's black site is somewhere in Oregon. We're getting closer!"

"Cool. I'll start knocking on doors," Reade said sarcastically.

Tension Weller hadn't even realised he'd been holding flooded out of his shoulders. Finally, some progress. "Rich came through for us?"

"Yup. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he wants to talk to you, Weller."

He sighed. "Figures. Does it have to be now?"

"If you want him to keep working," Patterson said. "I'll clear my lab; you guys can talk in there without any awkward questions being asked."

"Thanks. Reade, Zapata—keep working on finding the victim's cousin. This shouldn't take me long."

Leaving the other two behind in SIOC, he followed Patterson back to her lab. They walked quietly, and he caught her sidelong glance out of the corner of his eye.

"What?"

"They're holding Jane in the States. That means we should be able to get her back on jurisdictional grounds, but if they find out we're coming and they move her abroad, we've got no chance."

He nodded. "We just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

"How? Are you going to kill a whole team of CIA operatives if they won't give her back?" Patterson's expression was worried. "We can't break the law getting to Jane—any worse than I already have by involving a wanted criminal—and we don't have Mayfair here to smooth Pellington's ruffled feathers if we rile up the CIA too much. We need to come up with a different way."

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it. We find her first."

When they reached the lab, Patterson banished all her lab techs for an early lunch, then leaned over her keyboard. "Okay… Brace yourself."

"Deputy Director Kurt Weller, as I live and breathe!" Rich Dotcom's face came up on the screen, smug as always.

"Rich. I appreciate your help with this. How can we specifically find where Jane's being held?"

Rich looked affronted. "I'm not loving this direct approach, Stubbles. First we need to talk about how you let this happen in the first place. For starters, why was she in FBI holding to start with? You arrested her? For what?"

Weller shot Patterson an irritated look. "Sorry," she whispered from the sidelines. "It just slipped out."

"I can't give you details of a classified case, Rich. I'm sorry."

Rich rolled his eyes. "I don't care about the case; I care about you and Jane. What went wrong? You guys are so clearly perfect together. It pains me that your relationship is on the rocks like this."

"Why exactly are you so obsessed?" Weller asked, attempting to keep calm.

"From the moment I saw you two, I just knew there was something special there. I've never seen chemistry like it. You can deny it all you want to, but you're fated to be together and I want to be a part of that. In more than one way. You guys must be explosive in the bedroom. Am I right?"

Kurt's fingers curled into involuntary fists. "Let me make this very clear, Rich. Jane and I were pretending to be married when we met you. We were undercover. We have never been involved romantically, and even if we were, you would never get to join us in the bedroom."

Typically, Rich cherry-picked the bits of information he was interested in and ignored the rest. "You've never rubbed that stubbly chin against Jane's heavenly thighs? Are you crazy? You are so clearly the only man for her, even if she's too shy to ever say it."

Patterson snickered, then tried to paste a contrite look over her features.

If he didn't give Rich some kind of victory, the hacker would never drop the subject. Am I really about to say this?

"Look, Rich. Jane and I parted on bad terms. I need to find her to tell her I made a mistake, okay? I'll never know what might or might not be between us unless I can get her back from the CIA. How soon do you think you can figure out where in Oregon she is?"

The idea of Kurt rushing to Jane's rescue to apologise clearly appealed to Rich. "Like I told Patterson, the chatter is that Jake Keaton, the deputy director of the CIA, is personally trying to crack Jane. He's been out of the New York office for over a month longer than he'd anticipated, and the word is that he's starting to get pretty sick of being away from his family, so if he doesn't get answers soon I'm guessing she's going wherever they put prisoners they can't break. And I don't know if I can find out where that is."

Urgency filled Kurt's body. "Then we have to do this fast. "

"Right there with you, buddy. I'm making inroads with a few sources, greasing a few wheels, so to speak. It shouldn't be more than a few days before I can get back to you with a concrete location."

"If you need anything, talk to Patterson. I'm gonna head out to Portland tomorrow and I'll be waiting for her call. If you can find out how many people are guarding Jane or anything else that might help us, we'll need that too."

Rich nodded. "I won't let you down. You just have to promise me one thing, okay? When you find her, you tell her how you feel. The time to play it cool is over."

"Goodbye, Rich." Weller nodded at Patterson, who leaned over and ended the call.

"Well," she said, amusement colouring her tone, "I guess it could have been worse."

Weller rubbed the back of his neck, trying to dispel the tension there. "Not by much."

"Are you really going to Portland?" Patterson asked.

He shrugged. "Been meaning to visit my sister and nephew for a while. This way, I can kill two birds with one stone."

"Good idea." Patterson hesitated, then said, "Weller? Don't be too hard on Jane when you find her. I know there's a lot we don't know about her agenda, but she's still our Jane, and she's probably been tortured every day since we last saw her."

"Noted." Kurt pushed down the guilt that threatened to overwhelm him in a tidal wave. If he let himself dwell on that, he'd be no use to anyone. "Right now I'm just focusing on getting her out of there."

She smiled. "And I promise I won't tell Zapata and Reade about what Rich said about your face and Jane's thighs."