Memento Mori

A Selection of shorts and unrelated one-shots. Mostly stuff that comes to my head while watching the show or things I think should have happened. Things I would like to see. Jane Centric, but there will be shorts about the other characters as well.


Since so many readers asked for a continuation of the first instalment, I thought why the hell not. So here is the second part. This fic is still one-shots, two- shots and shorts. There is still plenty more little things to come. This one gets pretty dark towards the end so the next one is gonna be a cute fluffy one. (I never write fluff so this is gonna be a challenge)

Tell me what you think please, feedback would be much appreciated.

Hope you enjoy!


Hostile Intentions – Part Two

It had been five days, five agonizingly long days before they had finally found the people they were looking for. A group of contractors that had called themselves 'The Black Death,' trained contractors that specialized in assassinations. Zapata had to laugh at the name. They were nothing more than greedy mercenaries that took any job that paid well.

Zapata had spent these five days doing two things, tracking down the assassins and keeping a close eye on Jane. Tasha had seen the way the tattooed woman went out of her way to avoid the man that seemed to take pleasure in tormenting her. She hadn't said a word about who he was, hadn't complained to anyone. She had just got on with the mission, but it was the way she held herself, the way she chewed her nails when they were being debriefed and he was in close proximity, the way she rubbed her shoulder absent-mindedly as she listened quietly to Patterson, her eyes constantly darting towards the door.

It hadn't gone unnoticed that the circles under her eyes became darker and darker, her skin became sickly and the whites of her eyes were constantly bloodshot. Zapata didn't ask why; she already knew the answer. When Patterson had asked Jane about it, she had simply told the young tech that it was nothing to worry about. Faked a smile and changed the subject.

Keaton took a sick pleasure in tormenting the tattooed women, baiting her, waiting for her to take a swing at him, waiting for her to give him an excuse to drag her back to whatever hell he had kept her in before. He had made excuses to sit next to her in the car, made snide remarks every now and then that seemed to make Jane uncomfortable, he had even slapped her on her shoulder as a 'Job, well done.' Causing the woman to hiss inwardly. Pain evident on the face.

"It only hurts when it's cold." She had overheard Jane saying. It was winter in New York now and below freezing.

When they had reached the warehouse they had tracked the assassins to, they were separated, a hail of gunfire instantly battering the SUV, causing the FBI agents, Jane and Keaton to run for cover. Zapata took out one perp that was shooting from the window, then another at the door. She watched as Weller shot another, then moved her gaze to Reade, who was keeping the pressure on his bleeding arm. Finally, her gaze moved to Jane, who took cover behind a dumpster, her face hard and focused, as it always was when she was in a gunfight. Zapata watched as the other woman peered around the corner of her cover, pointing her gun directly in front of her and directly at Keaton, who wrestled with a perp who had him pinned to the floor. It was only seconds before she pulled the trigger.

The shot ran out, connecting with the man's chest. Deputy Director Jake Keaton jumped at the sound, a shocked expression crossing his features as the perp, suddenly stopped moving, flopping lifelessly to the floor.

"Nice shot Janie!" Keaton said, getting to his feet. Jane sighed, holstering her gun as Zapata moved to her side.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, her voice hard and stern. "I missed."

Zapata bit her lip hard to stop the chuckle from escaping.


The next morning had come way too quickly for Tasha's liking. Her alarm clock was screaming at her, matching the noise of the early morning traffic outside. When she had arrived at work, she had headed straight for the workout room, unsurprised to see Jane already there, beating the living shit out of Hector the training dummy.

The older woman turned her head, nodding in a friendly greeting before jabbing Hector in the throat. An hour passed in comfortable silence, more agents had started to fill the room, Reade had even walked in, his arm in a sling from a bullet he took in the firefight the day before.

"Jeez, I sure wouldn't want to be Hector right now.?" Reade said as he approached Zapata, moving his eyes towards Jane. Zapata glanced towards the woman, shrugging.

"She's just letting off some steam."

Reade's eyes moved towards the door, his lips thinning as Keaton walked through, a smug smile plastered on his face. Zapata followed his gaze, watching as the man slowly sauntered over to Jane. Tasha could see the woman instantly become tense.

"Janie!" He said happily, stopping just behind Jane. He waited for her to answer him, tutting mockingly when she didn't. "You ignoring me now Janie…I dont like being ignored, Janie."

Jane hit the training dummy harder and harder, grunting in the effort.

"What do you want." She said, venom dripping in her voice.

"I thought I would come and say goodbye." He said, moving around so he was on Jane's side. "I mean…good bye for now at least. I'm sure we will see each other very soon."

Jane hit the training dummy once more. Harder this time.

"I have a lot planned for when you finally come see me again, I'm so looking forward to it."

Zapata could have sworn she heard a crack when Jane hit the dummy again.

"And I am so looking forward to making you scre- "

It didn't surprise Zapata when Jane finally snapped, spinning on her heel and connecting her fist hard with Keaton's left cheek. The man dropped to the floor like a pile of bricks, hitting the mat with a heavy thud. Causally Jane walked over to the weapons cage, pulling two wooden batons from their hooks, she turned towards Keaton, her face an expressionless mask, but Zapata could see the pure hate and anger burning in her eyes. Clutching one of the batons tightly in her fist, she threw the other towards Keaton. It landed with a muffled clatter as it hit the floor beside him. Keaton glanced up, his lip bleeding, his smug smile, gone.

"Get up," Jane said calmly.

The room was silent, all eyes turning to witness the sudden confrontation between the two agents.

"Get. Up." Jane said again. The tone in her voice causing shivers down Zapata's spine. Keaton slowly got to his feet, gripping the weapon tightly. He was the first to move, charging towards Jane with the baton raised. She effortlessly side-stepped, bringing her own weapon up above Keaton's head and slamming it down hard on his back. He fell to the floor gracelessly, the baton sliding from grasp. Jane slowly circled him, kicking the weapon back towards him.

"Get up." She said again, Keaton did as he was told. The air in the room was tense as the two agents stared each other down. Tired of waiting, Keaton moved towards Jane once again, their batons connecting in mid-air as they danced around the mat, Jane avoided being hit, but she had landed three well-placed blows to Keaton's chest, shoulder and neck. He was on the floor once again, panting with effort.

Jane had hardly broken a sweat.

"Not so easy when I am not tied to a chair…is it?" the look in Jane's eye terrified Tasha and by the expression on Keaton's face, he was moments away from shitting his very expensive suit pants. He charged towards Jane once again, this time grabbing her by the shoulder, Jane countered him and soon, she had him pinned against the floor, her hands around his neck. Reade moved towards them, shocked when he felt Zapata pull him back.

"She's gonna kill him." He said.

"No, she's not."

"Tash-"

"Reade…she needs this…trust me."

"Do you know how easy it would be, to kill you right now. One twist of the wrist and I can snap your neck. Depending on how I do it, I can either kill you instantly…or leave you paralyzed for the rest of your life…"

"Please…" Keaton whispered. Jane tightened her grip.

"I don't want you to beg me..." Jane said, her eyes unblinking as she glared at Keaton.

"W…What do you want…" He asked. Zapata could see Jane's eyes soften ever so slightly.

"I want you to apologize."

There was a long silence before he spoke. His eyes staring up at the woman that had him pinned to the floor. The woman he had done unimaginable things to.

"I'm… I'm sorry."

For a moment, Zapata thought that Jane was going to snap the man's neck anyway. It's exactly what she would do in this situation. She watched Jane, seeing the way the woman's eye twitched, the way her walls crumbled ever so slightly. Then she was on her feet and walking towards the door.

Jake Keaton rubbed his neck, watching with a confused expression as the painted lady (as he had taken to calling her) walked away.

"Wait…that's it. After everything…everything I did to you…"

Jane stopped short of exiting, turning slightly to look behind her.

"Do you want to know the difference between you and I Agent Keaton…" She paused, a glimmer of something wet in her eye. "You can be forgiven for your crimes."

Jane left without another word.


I really hoped you enjoyed this. I loved writing this scene. Please tell me what you think. More one-shots and shorts to come!

Thanks for all those who reviewed. If you have anything you want to read, tell me and I will do my best to write it!