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.


Something that just popped into my head, hope you like it. Please tell me what you think

Talking to Terrorists

Sometimes, people just need to talk


Talking to Terrorists

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It was strange, how calm she had always felt in tense situations. It was like she was insusceptible to fear, as if the part of her brain that told her to be afraid had been turned off like a switch. So when she found herself staring at a man that currently stood in the middle of a time square, a bomb strapped to his chest and a shining black switch in his hand, Jane didn't feel much of anything.

Maybe it was a mixture of being back to where it all started, back to the place she had crawled out of that god awful duffel bag, back to the place that had always made her feel numb. Maybe it was a mixture of the painkillers and caffeine in her system, a mixture that had become all too familiar over the passing months or maybe it was just the icy air that bit painfully at her skin. Whatever it was, she felt herself to be entirely numb to the current situation the team had found themselves in.

It had started out like any other day. She had awoken from another restless night, showered and made a nutritious breakfast of black coffee and painkillers. She had gotten to work two hours early, had more coffee and sketched until the office started to hum with activity.

Only a few hours had passed before the team had suddenly found themselves in the middle of a potential hostage situation, a man, no older than thirty-five has simply walked into the middle of the time square, stripped his jacket and revealed about seven pounds of C4 strapped to his chest. The FBI had been alerted simply because the man had been part of an elite group of soldiers, and their coat of arms just happened to be a very prominent tattoo on Jane's left calf.

Jane stood with her back against the FBI van, her eyes scanning the terrified faces of the crowd. Their own eyes glaring out towards the man that threatened their lives. A few people had managed to run and now stood safely being the barriers, their curiosity getting the better of them.

Of course, the military had shown up not long after the team had, a tall white-haired man stepping out of the car dressed in a highly decorated blue uniform. 'General Karlton Johnson' he had introduced himself as, it was not only his resemblance to Tom Carter that made Jane take an instant dislike to him, it was the way he held himself, the way he said he was here to 'contain the situation.' Jane knew enough of her own past in the military to know what he really meant.

They were here to protect their own arses.

"Can you tell us anything about this man General." Kurt was unnervingly professional when he spoke to the General. It made Jane grit her teeth and bite the inside of her cheek.

"What makes you think I know anything about this man Agent Weller." The General asked, his pig-like eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

"Don't play dumb with us General. We know he was part of an elite military unit." Zapata interrupted. Jane hid a smile. The General seemed to have only just noticed her as he turned his surprised gaze towards the shorter female agent. His lips thinning.

"Very well." The General started. "His name is Ryan Warden. He was a sergeant that was part of a special unit that dealt with high profile targets. When someone blew the whistle on the operation, all the information that was on the project was destroyed. The marines that were part of it were all discharged."

"You missed out the part where those marines turned up missing presumed dead in the following week. Including him." Zapata put forward. The General's lips thinned even more.

"All an unfortunate coincidence."

Jane scoffed, shaking her head as she clenched jaw.

"The government seems to have a habit of…' unfortunate coincidences' " She said, venom in her voice as she turned to the General. It was her turn to suddenly get noticed by the misogynistic prick that stood just meters away from her.

"Excuse me?" The General asked, his voice suddenly taking a deep, rough tone.

"Jane," Weller warned.

"Do you have something to say to me, Miss?"

"I could fill a book with the things I have to say to the likes of you General." Jane unfolded her arms, curling her fists tightly as she fought the urge to punch a hole through the Generals face. "Those medals on your chest are supposed to represent integrity and honour…tell me, General…where is the honour in just discarding soldiers that pledge their lives to protect this country. The military used to stand to something…now all you bureaucratic paper pushers want to do, is make money."

"Jane," Weller warned again.

"This is unacceptable!" The General shouted, turning to Weller. "The FBI has no right to talk to me like this!"

Jane couldn't help the words coming out of her mouth. "You are right General; the FBI can't talk to you like that…but I am not the FBI." She took a step closer. "If this were two years ago, I probably would have shot you in the face right now."

The General opened his mouth to say something further, but Jane interrupted him.

"I can see you brought two snipers with you." She said, watching as the shooters took their positions on the top of the vehicle they had come in. "Shoot first…ask questions later right…that seems to be the military motto lately."

Jane could see Kurt's face become redder and redder with every word she spoke, but she couldn't help herself.

"We need to contain the situation." The General said slowly.

"You are going to kill the man before you even try talking to him. He is here because the military abandoned him!"

Suddenly, Jane felt rough arms pulling her away from the General. Her whole body suddenly being spun around. She held Kurt's gaze with angry eyes. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest she thought it might break through her ribs.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" He whispered harshly, leaning dangerously close to her.

"That man is clearly in need of help. Are you seriously going to let the General take over and gun that man down like an animal?" Jane answered back. Kurt clenched his jaw tightly, but Jane could see something change in his eyes. "Give me a chance to talk to him."

"No. You're too close to this. What happened in your past is clouding your judgment, You are not the right person to talk to him."

"My past makes me the only person to talk to him, Kurt."

Weller sighed, looking down into Jane's pleading green eyes. "Or you can just let them gun him down and all we will have is another dead marine."

Jane could see Kurt clench his jaw once again. He thought for a moment, looking over to the man that currently stood with a bomb strapped to his chest. His gaze moved from the marine to the General then back to Jane.

"Fine. But if he so much as moves too fast. The snipers are taking the shot."

Jane removed her FBI flak jacket without a word, then moved towards the police barriers.

"What's going on?" Reade asked as he moved to stand next to Kurt.

"She is going to try and talk to him."

"What!" Zapata "That's crazy!"

"This is highly unorthodox Agent Weller. There is no talking to this man. We need to gun him down before he hurts somebody!"

Weller turned to the General with a growl. "Let her talk to him first."

The General grunted but said nothing. He turned towards Jane as she ducked under the barrier, her vest and gun ditched in a pile on the floor.

"Sergeant Warden!"

Jane called out to him. The man, who had been watching her cautiously took a few steps back. His body tensing as he hovered his finger over the detonator.

"Don't come any closer!"

Jane moved her hands in front of her, palm outwards in a non-threatening manner.

"Okay." Jane stopped walking towards him. "I don't have to come to any closer…I'm not armed. I just want to talk."

The man shifted uncomfortably, licking his lips nervously. Now that Jane was closer to him, she could see the dark circles under his eyes.

"You don't want to do this," Jane said as she approached. The man watched her, his eyes darting back and forth.

The man's hand twitched in the switch.

"You want to tell me why you are doing this?" Jane asked. She already knew the answer.

"This government took everything away from me… I gave my life to serve this country and they just threw it in my face. they ruined my life"

"I know what you're going through…"

"How could you possibly know!"

"Because I've been where you are. The government…they ruined my life too. I was in the military…like you." Jane could see the man's eyes soften towards her ever so slightly, his body seemed to relax somewhat. Jane continued, pushing away the memories that seemed to have suddenly crept up on her.

"The government, they murdered my squad, left me for dead…If it hadn't of been few passers-by, I would have died in the desert."

Jane took one step forward.

"I remember being so angry…so very, very angry at everything and everyone. My country had gone mad…all they wanted, was to turn a profit and they didn't care who they hurt… I lost myself, Ryan. I got so caught up in all the hate and the anger…that I became like the people I was fighting against…"

Jane took two more steps forward, her hand still raised in front of her.

"I hurt people Ryan…but you haven't yet. You can turn this around. There is always something you can do to fight injustice…but this…"

Ryan lowered his arm, the detonator dangling in his hand. Jane took a few more steps towards him, reaching out his hand.

"Ryan…this is not the way…trust me."

The marine dropped to his knees, fat tears rolling from his eyes. Jane kneeled down, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Can you give you me the detonator." Jane reached out a shaking hand as Ryan lifted his own, placing the detonator in her hand. Jane offered him a small smile, removing the wire from the switch.

"What happens now?" Ryan asked.

"You get help."


From behind the barrier, Kurt watched the exchange. He watched as Jane leaned in to whisper something in the man ear. Something that made his head fall onto Jane's shoulder and caused his body to shake with sobs. Turning to face the General, Kurt could help the smile that spread across his face.

The crowd began to clap as Jane started walking back to the barriers. The man's vest discarded and awaiting proper disposal. The bomb tech guys were already working on it, as she escorted the sergeant toward the FBI van.

"That's how you contain a situation, General." She said, barely looking at the man as she walked passed.

"That prisoner is ours." The General responded, a smug smile on his face. Jane turned, scowling.

"This man is not a prisoner…he is a victim and It was my belief that you had pronounced this man to be dead?" She asked.

"That's correct."

"So, the military has no jurisdiction over him. Even though he is alive he was officially discharged before he 'died'…he's a civilian…which means he is the FBI'S jurisdiction."

Kurt hid another smile as the General's face reddened. Zapata noticed it too, giggling slightly as she imagined steam coming out of the man's ear.

"Who the hell are you, lady." The General finally said. Jane simply shrugged.

"Well, that all depends on who you ask."

The General frowned.

"Now if you will excuse us, we need to take Mr Warden to the FBI. It was nice meeting you."

Jane smiled thinly as she helped Ryan into the back of the FBI van. Kurt, Zapata and Reade smiled. Reed shook his head, letting out a chuckle.

"Damn, I'm glad she's on our side"


Just something the popped into my head. Hope you liked it. My spell check was not working so please tell me if you spot any mistakes.