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. Here is the next fic. A little bit of fluff and a little bit of happiness for our lovable Jane Doe. Hope you enjoy!
Sorry if there are any mistakes. Spell check is being weird and I am terrible without it!
Once Upon A Time
Jane get's a visitor
Jane Doe yawned for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. Her tattooed hand covering her mouth sluggishly as she listened to Patterson talk about uncovering a new tattoo, one that had pointed to corruption within the local police force.
The last few weeks had been slow. So slow in fact, that no one on the team had, had a near death experience, been shot at, blown up or even so much as punched, but Jane knew that it wouldn't last. Something was bound to explode sooner or later.
Jane had to admit, she did feel a little bored from lack of excitement, but it was a feeling she had come to enjoy. She rubbed her aching shoulders and yawned again.
"I don't get it." She heard Zapata say. Jane took a sip of her coffee, making a face as she realized the black liquid was not ice cold. Placing the cup on the table, she sighed. "All the tattoos have pointed us towards major corruption so far. But this latest one just lead us to two cops skimming money off drug busts."
Weller nodded in agreement.
"I agree." He said. "There has to be more to this."
"I have run the tattoo through multiple programs. The local police force is the only thing that it pointed to." Patterson chimed in. Weller sighed.
"Sandstorm put this on Jane's body for a reason." Naz joined in. Stepping forward and eyeing the screen. The tattoo that decorated the back of Jane's ribcage displayed for all to see. "It has to lead to something bigger. Something we're missing."
A timid knock sounded behind them, causing all heads to turn towards the door. A young agent with sandy brown hair, pale skin and a pathetic attempt at a mustache stepped into the room, his eyes wide as he looked at each occupant with a shuddering intake of breath.
"Sorry to interrupt, but…um-"
"What is it Stackhouse?" Weller's gruff voice made the man jump.
"Ah." The young agent began. Swallowing hard. "There is someone here to see you Miss Doe"
Jane frowned. "Who could possibly be here to see me?" Jane asked.
"He said his name was Oliver. Oliver Kind."
In an instant, Jane's entire posture changed, her whole body relaxing as her expression brightened, a large smile spreading across her face.
"Oliver's here?" she asked, moving her hands to flatten her messy tangled hair. Behind her, she heard Patterson giggle. As Jane left, the team watched with confused amassment, their mouths open in disbelief as the tattooed woman suddenly developed a bounce in her step. Patterson continued to giggle behind her hand.
"Who's Oliver?" Kurt finally asked, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice as he glared out of the conference room window. His eyes narrowing as a man dressed in an extremely expensive suit approached Jane. A charming smile on his face as he greeted her, saying something to her that made her giggle and look to the floor.
"Ah…" Reade began. "Is it Just me, or did Jane just giggle?" He asked
Out of the corner of her eye, Patterson could see Naz steal a glance at Weller, her lips thinning as she noticed the jealousy that painted his features. Pursing her lips to hide yet another giggle, Patterson moved her gaze towards Jane and Oliver, a warm feeling rising in her chest, as she noticed the way Jane seemed to look up at the man, a nervous smile on her face. Patterson smiled.
"So this is where you work?" Oliver said, he leaned on the desk as Jane approached him. Jane nodded.
"Yes, but I am not an FBI agent." Jane admitted. Oliver frowned.
"Then what do you do here?"
"I am a consultant." Jane explained. Oliver nodded his head, seeming to understand. He stood from the desk moving closer to Jane and placing his hands in his pockets.
"What exactly do you consult on?" Oliver asked. Jane, but her lip. "Ah. Is it a whole, If I tell you I'll have to kill you deal?" He said jokingly. Jane laughed nervously. He smiled at her, a charming smirk crossing his features as he watched her play nervously with her hands.
"I had fun last night." He said. changing the subject. Jane looked up at him, smiling.
"Me too." She replied. She remembered the night they spent together. Full of laughing and way too much food.
"Apart from the time you pretty much doubled my score on every arcade game and beat me on the air rifle tin shooting game, single handily destroying every ounce of my masculinity for a giant pink dog." He joked. Jane chuckled, remembering the way his face dropped as she hit every single can off the shelf, when he only managed to hit three.
"For a moment there I generally thought you had the force." He chuckled. Jane frowned.
"The Force?" She asked, confused.
"You know, from Star-wars."
"Star-wars?" Jane had heard the name before, but she couldn't quite place the movie. "Is that the one with the…space wizards?" She asked. She wasn't much of movie watcher. She much preferred to read when she was escorted back to her empty safe house. She would curl up on the sofa with a new book every night and read into the early hours of the morning.
"Space-Wizards?" Oliver repeated, he almost sounded offended.
"Yeah, the guy that's wears a black cape, carries a light sword and has… powers…" At Oliver's confused expression, Jane's shoulders slumped. She had told him a little bit about her...condition. About the memory loss. He had seemed to take the information without so much as batting an eye. "I'm not even close am I?" She asked. Oliver's face suddenly broke out into a smile, an amused chuckle escaping his lips.
"Well, I know what we are doing tonight." He said, leaning forward hopefully. Jane looked up at him.
"Tonight?"
"If you're free." He replied. "Food from your favorite takeout place, and all eight Star-Wars films. Watched in order of course!" The excitement in Oliver's voice made Jane giggle.
"Eight films!" She said. She couldn't think of a better way to spend the night. "It sounds perfect."
Jane didn't think Oliver's smile could get any wider. "Oh and before I forget." He said, moving to the side of the desk. Leaning down, Jane watched curiously as he picked up a large fluffy pink dog, it's large eyes and smile making her chuckle. He held it out to her.
"You left this at mine last night, I thought I should return it."
Jane reached out and took it from him, holding it slightly away from her as she looked down into its fluff covered face. She ignored the strange looks she received from passing agents.
"Thank You." She said. Oliver nodded, moving closer to her.
"Even though you did kind of cheat." He said.
"How did I cheat?" She said, feigning her confusion.
"You work for a government agency which requires you to be good at hitting a target." He explained. "You cheated. It's the only way you could beat me."
Jane chuckled.
"Okay. I cheated." She mocked, saving the man's wounded pride.
"I think we need a rematch."
Jane looked up at him as he moved his face towards hers, so close their noses were almost touching. He moved closer still and as Jane lifted her head and closed her eyes, someone shouting her name made her turn. Oliver's lips brushing her cheek as she did.
"Jane" Weller stood in the doorway of the conference room. "Hurry it up. We have a debriefing to finish." As Weller disappeared into the conference room, Jane turned to Oliver with an apologetic smile.
"Back to work I guess." He said. Jane nodded, giving him a sad smile.
"I guess so. But I am looking forward to tonight. Pick me up at eight?"
Oliver nodded, once again sending a charming smile in Jane's direction.
"It's going to be spectacular." He leaned in closely, his voice becoming a hushed whisper. "I have the whole series on blu-ray. Uncut edition." Jane chuckled and shook her head. She hadn't realized what a nerd he was until now.
"Looking forward to it."
Turning, Jane moved towards the conference room, feeling Oliver's eyes follow her as she closed the door behind her.
It was a strange sight, seeing Jane enter the room again, her dark hair and intricately painted tattoos, a stark contrast towards the giant pink, fluffy dog she hugged to her chest. She was smiling as she entered the room, letting the door close shut behind her as she placed the giant animal at the head of the table, stroking its soft fur one more time before moving to take her place by the screens.
"Where were we?" She said simply, Patterson couldn't help but giggle at the smirk that played across the dark haired woman's face when she saw Weller's expression, the smirk only seemed to grow when she caught sight of Naz. The Pakistani woman's eyes slanting in jealous rage, her lips thinning as she looked between Jane and Weller.
Swallowing her need to bust out laughing, Patterson turned to hide her own smile. Noticing Tasha and Reade attempting the same.
"Well…" Patterson began, stealing another glance towards Jane once more.
It was nice to see her smile again.
Hope you guys enjoyed it! I love Oliver and Jane as a couple, I know we haven't seen a lot of them in the show, but I am really not a Jeller fan. More to come, the next chapter is already written just need to add it!
