Author's Note: I'm so glad people are still reading along after such a long delay! Thank you, guys. :) As for this chapter... first off, I'm sorry that chapter 69 has no smut in it. Obviously I didn't plan for this fic to get to a suggestive number of chapters! Secondly, it's possible that the plan I've given the team has terrible logic flaws, and if so, feel free to mock me. But I'm hoping it's not too random. Oh, and thirdly - yes, Patterson is pretty emotionless in this chapter, but I do plan to remedy that in a later chapter. She's basically on autopilot so she can deal with what needs to be done at the moment.

As Patterson stepped towards the door, Jane halted her. "Wait."

"Jane, I can't do this right now."

Kurt could tell Patterson's hard tone hurt her, but she persisted, "If we arrest Borden on a made-up charge, he might yell about it to the whole building. I would, wouldn't you? That might get back to Shepherd."

Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Nas deflating. He hadn't fully considered it, either.

Patterson scowled at her. "Well, we can't just let him walk out of here, so what else do you suggest, Jane?"

Jane rubbed her forehead, clearly stressed. "How about… How about you arrest him, then I come in behind you and tell him that I saw him take classified files out of the lab. We make sure that you're not in a position to see my face, and I silently tell him to play along. That should get him to stay quiet. Then I get the guys in holding to step out, and tell him that Nas, who doesn't make a secret of the fact that she's NSA, has been recording people's therapy sessions while she's been here, and when she heard him imply that a government agency tortured me, that made her wonder how he knows that. Since the Douglas Winter leaks, people are suspicious enough of the NSA that he'll probably believe it."

Nas cleared her throat. "Since you mention it, I…actually do have a bug in Borden's office."

Kurt took a deep breath. Jane would not take this well, and he didn't blame her. He'd never been a fan of therapy, but he knew confidentiality played a huge part in it.

"Oh, that's great. What next—wanna put a camera in my bathroom, too?"

Nas sighed. "You're overreacting, Jane. What did you expect—that I would just trust your word that you weren't thinking about turning? I was analysing your therapy sessions for phrases that indicated you might be going rogue."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should have been listening to the guy in the other chair," Kurt said.

"Stop fighting, all of you!" Patterson yelled. "If we don't do this soon, we might miss our chance."

Jane nodded. "We do what I just said, then I tell him that I just remembered him from my old life, and that I'll confer with Shepherd to come up with some solution for him."

"That's actually a pretty good plan," Zapata said.

"Yeah, but then what?" Reade asked.

"We worry about that later. Let's get this done." Patterson turned and walked out.

Kurt reached for Jane's hand and squeezed. "You got this."

"Thanks," she whispered, and went after Patterson.

As the door slid shut behind them, the remaining members of the taskforce exchanged glances.

"Where else have you bugged, Nas?" Kurt demanded. "Jane's safehouse? My apartment?"

"The therapist's office seemed sufficient for now," Nas said, having the courtesy to look a little embarrassed. "If I picked up anything that seemed of concern there, I might have placed further surveillance equipment in the future."

"I'll be getting Patterson to sweep my home with the highest level of technology she has. In light of that fact, if there's anywhere else you need to be right now…"

Nas sat down and crossed her arms. "No need. I'm telling you the truth."

He stared at her for one more moment, then nodded. "Fine. What's our next move with Borden? If we're gonna accuse him of stealing files, we need to find some files for him to steal—but nothing we don't want Shepherd to know. Give me some ideas, team."

Patterson made a stop by her locker for her service weapon on the way to Borden's office, tucking it into her waistband at the small of her back. She didn't speak a word to Jane, and Jane didn't push it.

She could only guess what Patterson was feeling, but Jane was growing steadily more numb, shoving the day's stresses aside so she could function—from her own recollections, to Patterson's coldness, to the revelation that Nas really had been listening in to her sessions with Borden...

"Wait here until I tell him about the files," Patterson said under her breath, not looking at Jane, then knocked on Borden's door and pushed it open. "Hey, you. Sorry, I'm a little early for lunch. I hope that's okay."

"No apologies necessary. Always happy to see you." Patterson was standing in the doorway, preventing the door from closing, so Jane could hear Borden's voice—and the very subtle stress in it—clearly.

"You okay?" Patterson asked. "You don't look so good."

"I feel quite queasy, actually," Borden said. "I was about to stop by your lab and tell you I'm planning to go home early, get some rest. I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule our lunch date."

"Oh, hey, that works out perfectly," Patterson said cheerfully. "Well, not that you're sick. But Weller said I could take the afternoon off as time owed, so I could drive you home, tuck you in, make you some chicken soup if you feel up to it later?"

"No need," Borden said, too quickly. "I don't want you to get sick."

"Robert, I—"

"Really, I'm sorry, but I'd prefer some time to myself. I'm not feeling up to having company. So if you wouldn't mind…?" His voice held obvious dismissal.

Patterson was quiet for a moment, and Jane wondered if she was having second thoughts. Then, quietly, she said, "You're a better liar than I am, but I know you well enough now that I can tell."

"What are you talking about?"

"Robert Borden, you're under arrest for stealing classified files. Please don't make me pull my weapon on you."

As Patterson advanced into the room, Jane stepped into the doorway.

"What are you talking about? What files? I-I don't understand." As well as confusion, there was real panic in Borden's face now—he was probably imagining Shepherd's wrath. Jane couldn't blame him—her adopted mother was terrifying when angry.

"Jane saw you do it, Robert. Was our relationship even real, or were you dating me just so it wouldn't look suspicious that you were in my lab?"

Oh, Patterson… Jane knew that though their charges were false, Patterson's insecurity had to be genuine.

"There has to be a mistake. Just let me leave." Borden grabbed his briefcase, snapped it shut and took a step towards Patterson.

"I'm sorry, Robert." Patterson pulled her service weapon and aimed it at him. "Please don't make me shoot you."

Borden stared from the gun to Patterson, then up to Jane. "There…there has to be a mistake here," he said again.

Jane gave him an urgent look, and mouthed, Work with me, Nigel.

Borden's eyes widened, and for a second he seemed frozen, unsure what to do. Jane nodded at him reassuringly, and his shoulders dropped with feigned resignation.

"All right. I admit it. I'll come quietly."

"Jane, would you cuff him, please?"

Jane had grabbed her cuffs at the same time as Patterson had picked up her gun from the locker room. She stepped forward now. "Hands behind your head, please, Dr. Borden."

Borden complied, his eyes still on Patterson's gun.

As Jane cuffed him, she added, "Oh, and I'll be cancelling our next therapy session, if it's all the same to you."

Patterson put away her weapon and grabbed her former lover by the arm. "Let's go."

As she followed Patterson and Borden down the hallway, Jane wondered if her friend's heart would ever recover from this betrayal. Then she remembered that she and Kurt had been in very similar positions, not so long ago.

Then again, she and Kurt had worked through this with each other's support, and they had both had their share of the blame. Patterson was completely innocent in all of this. She and Borden—Thornton—would never recover.

Jane swallowed her guilt and said, "Let's put him in holding for now. He's not going anywhere, and we've got that crime scene to get to."

Patterson sighed. "Okay. I don't really want to wait, but if we don't get going soon, the NYPD will trample all over everything."

Jane returned to Zero Division alone, quiet and pale. "It's done. He's in holding."

"Where's Patterson?" Zapata asked.

"She didn't want to tell me." Jane sat down and covered her face with her hands. "God, this whole mess is my fault. She doesn't deserve any of this."

"Neither do you," Kurt said, resting his hand on her back.

Jane tried to smile her thanks, but the expression wouldn't stick. Kurt had to resist the urge to pull her into his embrace and hold her for as long as she needed. He'd already done it once today, and it would be testing the bounds of professionalism to do it again in front of the team.

"I guess now we wait a few hours. It takes that long to finish up at crime scenes, and we made Borden believe we were going to one. Did I miss anything?" Jane asked.

"We decided you should tell Borden that my presence at the FBI is because I'm looking into the CIA's abuses of power, including your torture, and since the tattoos pointed you to a CIA black site a while back, you've read me in on the unsolved tattoos in case more of them point to the CIA." Nas gave a small shrug. "It's not a perfect cover story, but I don't think they'll question it. And we're putting together some fake files for our Borden arrest paperwork to refer to."

"Right. I'll take a look when you're done, in case Shepherd wants to know the details. Is there something else I can do while we wait?" Jane fidgeted, and Kurt sensed her need to take her mind off things.

"Unless Patterson gets a tattoo alert soon, we're just working on Borden's arrest file, or catching up on other case paperwork."

Jane nodded, casting an unenthusiastic glance towards her Zero Division desk, and the paperwork that awaited her there.

"Why don't you take a half-hour to go work out?" he suggested. "Come back with a clearer head?"

Jane didn't thank him outright, but her face clearly showed her gratitude. "I think that would help. Unless you guys wanted a debrief about what I remembered…?"

Nas took a breath to speak, but Kurt cut her a glance that stopped her from going any further. "It can wait until you get back. The arrest files are more important at the moment," she said, and turned back to the false file she was creating.

Brushing her hand against Kurt's arm as she passed, Jane headed for the door.

Kurt finished up the task he'd been focusing on within ten minutes, then went in search of Jane in the NYO's gym facilities. As he'd expected, she was viciously attacking a punching bag, her face set in a scowl.

"Hey," he said, leaning against the wall within her line of sight.

Jane gave him a nod of acknowledgement, but didn't let up.

"You need a picture of Nas' face for that bag?"

"Wouldn't say no, if you had one handy," Jane said, not pausing in her assault.

"She says she hasn't bugged either of our apartments. I believe her, but I'm gonna get Patterson to check anyway."

Jane gave the bag one last thwack, then broke off, running her hands through her hair. "I really hope she's telling the truth, because if she was listening in when we first slept together, or the first time I spent the night at your place, I swear to god, Kurt, I'll…"

"I know." He pulled her close, her words increasing his own tension. The idea of anyone else witnessing their most intimate moments was sickening. "I know."

She was shaking with rage, and he held her tightly until her fury calmed and she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she said, against his shoulder. "It just drives me crazy that not only did she tell Keaton everything I was trying to keep from him while he tortured me, she also listened in to so many of my private thoughts. It's not right."

"No. It's not."

"I wasn't even getting that much out of the therapy, because Nas wouldn't read Borden in on Sandstorm, so I couldn't even tell him the truth." Jane deflated a little. "I guess I'd probably be dead by now if she had let me mention the mission. But not allowing me to even tell him it was the CIA who tortured me? That really would have helped me work through things better. And it's not like Sandstorm don't know about it anyway."

They sat together on one of the weight benches, his arm around her. "She won't be part of our lives forever," Kurt said, as much for his own sake as Jane's.

On a day-to-day basis, Nas wasn't difficult to deal with. He even liked her. But when he remembered how she'd stood by until she'd seen an opportunity she could use, despite how helpful the intel she'd had would have been to Jane, to the team, and especially to Mayfair… That was hard to put aside. On top of that, she'd sat on the revelation that Cade had given her footage of Kurt's graduation ceremony, citing her need to figure out if he was trustworthy to know that vital detail about his own involvement in Shepherd's plans. Now Kurt knew she'd also been listening in on Jane's therapy sessions, any trust he'd had in Nas was rapidly draining away. He didn't believe for a moment that she'd revealed all her secrets.

Jane sighed. "Nas might not be sticking around after this case, but the memories of recruiting Borden—Thornton—to Sandstorm won't be going away. Or the memories of what happened after my Orion team was wiped out. That…that whole town, Kurt. They're all dead because of me."

"The town blowing up is on Carter, or whoever else ordered that drone strike. Not on you." He made his voice firm, needing her to believe it.

"I wish I could believe that. But I should have left the Thorntons behind, the moment I was out of danger of dying. I should have gotten out of the whole region."

"If you'd left while you were still injured, someone might have killed you while you couldn't defend yourself," Kurt argued gently.

"Better just me—Remi—than a whole town of innocent people." Another shudder ran through her. "And who knows how many people Borden has hurt because Remi recruited him?"

It wrenched Kurt's heart to hear her wish that she hadn't survived. "Call me selfish, but I'm glad Remi lived long enough to take the ZIP and bring you into my life. I bet the thousands of people whose lives you've helped save would agree. What's done is done, Jane. All we can control is what we do next, right?"

Jane nodded, her haunted expression receding a little as her mind turned from the past to the future. "I'll get in touch with Roman the moment it's plausible for me to be able to get away from the FBI. Remi would want Shepherd's input on this, as soon as possible."

Kurt nodded. "But first, you should finish your workout. Get out some more of that nervous energy. If you go into the meet with Sandstorm wound too tight, they're gonna start getting suspicious."

"Right." Jane nodded, standing up, but then hesitated. "Kurt? Could I ask you for a favour?"

"Anything." He got to his feet as well, taking her hand.

"Could you make sure Patterson is coping? I want to support her, but she doesn't want me anywhere near her right now." Her distress was palpable.

"I don't think she's ready to talk to anyone yet. But when she is, I'll make sure I'm around. I'm sure Tasha and Reade will, too." He'd planned to check in with Patterson anyway—he'd rarely seen their friend so emotionally closed off. It worried him.

"Thank you." Jane gave him a quick kiss, then stepped away before he could prolong the affectionate moment. "I'll be back in Zero Division soon."