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.


Hey guys, so sorry for the super long wait in between updates, I have been swamped with work. Here is an extra long chapter for you. I am pretty sure this is going to be a two-part shot, so please tell me what you think.

Also, let me know if there are any typos, I have read it through like two or three times before posting, but I am terrible without spell check.

Hope you enjoy!


After a mission went bad, the team see just how broken Jane really is…and just how dangerous she can be.


Two Sides Of A Coin PT1

Kurt had been woken by a loud hammering outside, the sun streaming in through the large windows that faced out onto the street, lighting the wooden floors with a yellow glow that crawled towards the couch he has fallen asleep on. Again. A bottle of scotch stood on the table next to a pile of case files, papers and folders; strewn across the table surface in an organized mess. As he rose to a sitting position, his head screamed in protest. The corners of his vision blurring slightly before returning to normal. It had not taken him long to get showered and eat before he left, grabbing a coffee from his local before heading to work. Just like any other day.

At least, the day had started like any other day, except for the fact that they were now travailing halfway across the country, to a backwater town in Colorado, the team bunched together in one car as they drove towards their destination in a tense silence, all because of the sequence of numbers that decorated the back of Jane's thigh.

Tasha sat next to him in the passenger's seat, her eyes cast down towards the glowing screen of her phone.

Reade and Jane sat in the back, each of them looking out of the window. Reade was relaxed as he stared outwards towards the forever stretching desert, his lips absentmindedly moving to the song that played on the radio as his fingers tapped soundlessly on the armrest of the door.

Kurt couldn't help but move his eyes to Jane, from what he could see of her in the rear-view mirror, she seemed frozen in time. Emerald green eyes staring out into the stretching wastelands. Unblinking. Her body, unmoving.

"Take a left here."

Tasha's voice brought Kurt's attention back to the road as he wordlessly took a turning into yet another dirt road. Any sign of civilization had disappeared long ago. They had driven down the road for at least another fifteen minutes before reaching their destination.

Kurt stopped the engine of the car. A cold feeling washing over him.

"Everyone be on the lookout." He said, before opening his car door and stepping out, his rifle hanging protectively around his neck. The others followed in a similar fashion. Their boots crunching against the hard sandy ground. They were silent for a while, surveying the former mining town that lay dilapidated before them.

"Are you sure this is the place, Patterson?" Kurt spoke into his earpiece. Her voice answered him through a distorted crackle.

"You are standing right inside the coordinates that we found in the tattoo…why"?

Kurt glanced around, squinting through the dust at the half-destroyed town that stood in front of him. Wooden buildings stuck out like bones from the ground, splinted and broken. There was a long dirt road that stretched the length of the twenty building town, extending towards a vast wasteland of nothingness.

"Because this place is a ghost town. There isn't any evidence of anyone being here in years." Kurt answered, his body tensing. Something wasn't quite right.

Patterson's voice seemed even more distorted when she answered again. "The town was abandoned in the eighties. No one knows why, but the townspeople just left. Leaving everything behind. I don't know why the tattoos lead you there, but it has something to do with the recent weapon thefts from the navy bases. The system wouldn't have flagged it otherwise."

Kurt shifted from one foot to the other. Surveying his surroundings.

"Alright, everybody moves out. Keep your eyes open."

The moment Kurt stepped forward, a loud familiar sound echoed through the air, a yelp of pain making him turn in the direction of his team.

"Tasha!" He yelled, watching in horror as the young agent dropped to the floor, a dark red stain beginning to tint the dark blue of her jeans. In an instant, a hail of gunfire rained down on the team, men clad in black appearing as if from nowhere, military grade weapons held in their hands.

"Get to cover!" Kurt ordered, moving towards the car, Reade followed him, taking cover behind the SUV. They both watched as Jane dragged Zapata towards the nearest house, taking cover behind its broken walls.

"Let me see!" Jane said, ducking away from the splinters of wood that exploded towards her face, a hail of bullets pinning her down. Tasha groaned as Jane inspected the wound, grasping her gun tightly.

"Okay, it's not that bad."

"Not that bad! Tasha shouted over the roaring of gunfire." I have a bullet in my leg. How is this not bad!"

"It missed any major arteries… but I'm going to have to have to tie it to stop the bleeding."

Tasha watched as Jane removed her belt, wrapping it around her leg and pulling hard. Tasha screamed, her hand moving up to grasp Jane's shoulder tightly. The tattooed woman looked at her apologetically.

"Sorry."

Tasha grit her teeth as Jane pulled the belt tighter, the dark-haired women's eyes focused and determined as she secured the belt with the buckle. Tasha groaned again, her eyes closing tightly. Jane glanced towards where Reade and Kurt took cover, groaning once again as she was forced to duck away once more from the hail of bullets that destroyed her cover.

"This cover isn't going to last long!" Jane shouted over the noise of the gunfire. Zapata groaned, attempting to shuffle backwards.

"We're completely pinned down!" She answered. Jane checked her mag before injecting it back into the rifle. She could hear the shouts of the men getting closer and she blindly fired outwards towards the direction of the sound. She smirked as she heard a pained cry. At least one of her bullets connected with one of its intended targets.

Suddenly, the shouting stopped. A strange silence filling the air.

"What's happened…why have they stopped?"

It was then that Tasha and Jane heard the dull thud of a metal object hiding the floor.

"Is that-" Tasha began, but before she could finish her sentence, Jane had sprung to her feet and suddenly, she felt herself being dragged backwards. It was only a matter of seconds before she heard Weller's terrified shouts, saw a flash of light, then heard the explosion. The air in front of her was suddenly bright with fire. The dust exploding around her. The force of the explosion caused her back to hit the ground painfully as it forced her to lay down. She was conscious long enough to watch as Jane was thrown backwards, her body slamming hard into the wall of an already half destroyed building. She watched as the tattooed woman's now lifeless body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap, before her vision began to blur and suddenly, everything went dark.


When Kurt Weller had woken up for the second time that day, it had been with an even worse headache than before. His whole body ached as he forced his eyes open and demanded his muscles let him sit. Groaning, he managed to get shakily to his feet, his eyes taking In his new surroundings. The last thing he remembered was getting out of the car, a gunfight than a flash of light that had knocked him off his feet. He groaned loudly as he tried to stop the ringing in his ears.

At first glance, he could tell he was in a cell, a small makeshift prison no larger than the elevator back at the FBI. It consisted of mostly thick metal bars and a cement wall behind him. He sighed. Glancing to his right he could see two other cells. Reade occupied one, and Tasha and Jane occupied the other. The room that the cells were in looked as if it were made entirely of concrete. Kurt came to the conclusion that they were probably in a basement.

"Glad to see you finally awake boss."

Reade's voice broke through the ringing in his ears.

"Everyone okay?" Kurt asked. Reade nodded.

"Got one hell of a headache, but I'm alive."

"You mean apart from having a bullet in my leg…I'm fantastic," Tasha grunted.

"Jane?" Kurt asked when he didn't hear her reply.

"She took a pretty hard hit when she was pulling me away from the explosion. Hit her head pretty bad…and by the angle her arm is sticking out…I'm pretty sure her shoulder is dislocated."

It was then that Jane stirred, her head lolling to the side as a muffled groan escaped her lips. Her eyes opened slowly.

"Jane, you okay?" Kurt called to her. Jane tried to sit, hissing as her shoulder refused to move with her body. Her vision swam, pain erupting in both her head and arm.

"Jane. Careful. We think you might have dislocated your shoulder in the explosion." Reade spoke up.

Jane rose to a sitting position, grimacing in pain as her dislocated shoulder screamed in protest.

"Jane, don't move too much. It will only make it worse." Reade said. Jane ignored him, getting to her feet and moving towards the cement wall. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bicep tightly, then threw herself against the wall, grunting as her shoulder clicked back into place. She checked her movement, before letting her breath go slowly, attempting to clear the pain from her mind.

"How the hell did you do that." She heard Tasha asked after a moment of stunned silence, Jane clenched her jaw, looking over her shoulder through a curtain of tangled black curls.

"Practice"

She saw how Tasha looked down to the floor, noticed how Reade had shifted uncomfortably in his own cell and felt the eyes of Weller on her back. She ignored it, glancing around the cell for a way out. She focused on keeping her breathing steady as she slowly moved around the cell. Her eyes darting back and forth.

"What are you doing?" Tash's voice greeted her again.

"Looking for a way out."

"Jane, there is no way out right now…just sit down and we can all think this through."

"There is always a way out!" Jane snapped. Jane could feel her body begin to tremble. Her hands shaking at her sides. Tasha could see the tattooed women's entire body go rigid, she noticed the way Jane couldn't keep her hands still or the way her eyes darted back and forth. Her breathing was becoming increasingly heavier as she failed to find a means of escape. It took her only seconds before she figured out why Jane was acting so strange. She knew why Jane was so nervous, she could see the glazed look in Jane's eyes slowly morph into one of terror. She could tell that Jane was no longer in this cell, but back in whatever hole the CIA had kept her in. It was common for people who had been through such an ordeal to suddenly develop a severe fear of being trapped, but this was Jane. It was strange to see the woman so afraid. Jane wasn't afraid of anything.

"Jane." Tasha started. "How about you sit down. We'll get out of here. We just need to stay calm and think of a plan." Jane didn't seem to hear her, instead, she moved to the door to door, shaking the bars. When they didn't so much as budge, Jane growled in frustration, drawing back her fist and slamming it into the bars. Her knuckles came back bloody.

"Jane please." Tasha tried again, thinking of a way she could get the other woman's mind off being trapped. "My leg…It's still bleeding…I can't fix it myself. I need your help.?"

For the first time since she had awoken, Jane had turned to look at Zapata, fear filled eyes glancing down at Tasha's red-stained trouser leg. Jane blinked a few times before nodding, her expression hardening as she made her way towards Zapata. As she kneeled down and carefully inspected the wound, Zapata glanced over her shoulder towards Kurt and Reade. Their expressions one of concern and guilt.

"This belt is only doing half the job. We need something to wrap it with, or else, it's going to get infected."

A metallic screech at the end of the room forced all eyes outwards towards the far wall, the door of the room swinging open as three men entered. They closed the door behind them, the two men that wore black combat dress standing either side of it. It was the man that stood in front of them however that drew the most attention. Tall with greying hair and a neat goatee. He had small dark eyes and thin pale lips, his skin was blemished with wrinkles and a large scar on his chin. it was obvious that he was of Asian descent.

"Who are you." Kurt finally spoke. The man barely looked at him as he answered.

"I believe it is me who will be asking the questions, Mr Weller." He said, his eyes narrowing as he took a step forward.

"Agent Kurt Weller." He said, pointing a boney finger in Kurt's direction. He motioned his finger towards Reade. "Agent Edgar Reade." He then moved his hand towards Tasha. "And agent Natasha Zapata."

The three agents frowned as he called them by name, Kurt contained a growl, Reade licked his lips nervously and Tasha shifted uncomfortably. The man then looked at Jane, a small smile crossing his lips. "For some reason…I couldn't find anything on you, Miss. Try as I might…it's as if you don't even exist."

Jane clenched her jaw as the man took a step closer, her body unconsciously tensed as the man approached. Her breathing increased once more.

"Tell me…who are you?"

"That all depends on who you ask," Jane said.

"I'm asking you." He replied.

"You first."

The man chuckled and nodded his head.

"Very well. My name is Wei Chen…now you."

Jane hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as the man took yet another step forward.

"Jane. Jane Doe."

A flicker of anger crossed the man's features before he smiled once more, seeming satisfied with her answer. He turned his attention back towards Weller.

"Now that we have the introductions out of the way. Can one of you please tell me why the FBI is poking around Yakuza territory?"

The team remained silent. The impact of the man's words hit them like a punch to the gut. If this man was Yakuza, they were in more trouble than they thought. The silence continued for no more than a minute before Chen spoke again.

"I am not a very patient man. Someone had better start taking or my men start removing fingers."

"We got an anonymous tip," Kurt spoke up. It was only half the truth. "A series of numbers from one of our...sources, that led us here."

Chen moved his cold gaze towards Weller. Sighing and looking to the floor, his expression almost disappointed.

"Why do you feel the need to lie to me, Agent Weller?" Weller stared at the man, unblinking, his mind working on a hundred different ways of getting his team out of this situation unharmed.

"I'm not lying to you," Kurt answered. He could feel his heart racing in his chest.

"I thought you would try and do more to protect your team, Agent Weller…I can see now that I was wrong." Chen said. He moved his gaze towards Jane and Tasha. Looking between the two women with a thoughtful expression.

"Start with Miss Zapata."

As the two men by the door moved towards the far cell, Jane stood, instinctively standing in front of her injured friend. Her face hardened.

"You can start with me," Jane said, her hands curling into fists by her side. Chen chuckled, taking yet another step forward.

"Jane…" She heard Zapata whisper her name. Barely audible.

"Fine." He said, then turned his head towards the two men at his side. "Start with her."

Chen left without a word. Closing the door behind him. The two men that had stood by the door before approached the cell. They ignored the protests of Weller and Reade, the taller of the two stopping right outside the door, sneering through the bars as he looked the girls up and down. Jane approached the bars, blocking his view of Zapata.

"Where shall we start princess." He asked, grinning toothily.

The corner of Jane's mouth twitched ever so slightly.

"I wouldn't call me that if I were you"

"Oh no?" He questioned. Putting his face so close to Janes she could smell his breath. "Why not…princess" he mocked.

Jane's mouth twitched again, her eyes flinching noticeably as she tried to push the familiar feeling of grogginess from her mind. She tried to control her breathing

"It won't end well."

"Am I supposed to be scared of you?" He asked. Jane didn't blink, and for a moment, Kurt swore he could see a flash of fear in her eyes.

"It's not me you should be afraid of."

The man in front of her laughed loudly, grabbing the bars tightly and leaning his face through them. He liked his lips.

"And who exactly should I be afraid of…Princess"

It was then Jane closed her eyes for a second, her chin falling to rest on her chest as her jaw clenched tightly, then, her eyes suddenly opened, staring up towards the man with a look Kurt had only seen in the most hardened of killers. Her back was stiff, but in the same way, her body was relaxed, almost confident. It was strange to see such a dramatic change in the woman. He watched her as she leaned in towards the man, her lips thinning before she spoke, when she did, her voice was cold and hard.

"Call me princess…one more time."

"Prin-" Before the man could finish his sentence Kurt watched as Jane reached through the bars, grabbing the man by the shirt and pulling him forward, his body slamming into the bars with a sicking crack. He yelped, a grotesque gurgling noise breaking through the sudden silence in the room. Jane held him there, his back bent at a distorted angle as she reached her hands towards his belt where the keys dangled. His friend stood by the door, fear-stricken.

"She did warn you…" She said. Kurt's stomach churched as he heard a hint of humour in her voice. She let the man fall to a heap on the ground, his eyes staring at the ceiling, shocked and unable to move.

Reaching around, she unlocked the cell door, carelessly stepping over the man she had just taken down. She smirked as she approached the small, fatter man. His eyes wide and mouth agape. She chuckled. It was a cold, evil sound.

"Jane…" Kurt called to her, but the woman ignored him. Choosing to focus on the man in front of her. Foolishly, he pulled a knife, charging towards her. She sidestepped, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it behind his head. She wasted no time in disarming him, plunging the knife into his heart. Moving towards the door, she pulled it open.

"Jane!" Kurt shouted. For the first time, the women looked towards him, a strange expression on her face. She seemed almost unrecognizable. He hated the look in her eyes, hated the way her smirk seemed to chill his soul. He took a deep breath, trying to process what was happening.

"How about you let us out. We will all escape together." He tried.

"Sure." She said. "I'll be right back."

"Wait. You can't just leave us here!"

Kurt heard the woman sigh.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back." She said. "Besides. Jane would be impossible to live with if I left you here."

Before Kurt could process what she had just said. Jane had disappeared.

The door closing shut behind her.

TO BE CONTINUED...


Don't hate me. I had a lot of requests about the team seeing Jane / Remi moment. This is just the first of many I have in my head. Yes, there will be another part for this, I just have to finish it. Hope you liked it, please tell me what you think.

Next chapter up soon!