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.
So, I really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you enjoy it. Please tell me what you think. Next chapter up soon.
Battle Born
They were bred to be the perfect soldiers and that's what they were. Alone, they were a force to be reckoned with. Together, they were unstoppable.
Edgar Reade hated the snow. It was cold, wet and it made his fingers numb. Even through his gloves his hands tingled with a painful sensation of frost bite, his finger resting on the trigger of his rifle as he searched the trees for the enemy.
He had no idea that when he woke up today, that he would be tracking two highly trained killers through a forest in the middle of nowhere. He knew the instant they had walked into this forest that they had signed their death warrant. They didn't have enough men. Not by a longshot. They might have only been searching for two people, but those people were Jane and Roman.
He let a long shuddering breath escape his lips, a blinding cloud of mist billowing from his lips like smoke. His body shook uncontrollably. Half from the cold and half from the feeling of terror that continued to grow inside his chest.
A muffled snap to his left made him turn.
It had all happened so fast. Reade didn't even see it coming. He knew it was too late the moment he saw a flash of black, a cold feeling taking over his entire body the moment it impacted with his chest. He fell to the floor, hard. Hearing Tasha shout his name as she ducked for cover. Reade's hands moved to his chest, his hands coming back red as he pulled himself towards the tree, looking up, he sighed as black clouds started forming charcoal patches across the sky. He watched as Tasha blindly fired towards their attackers. Hearing the crunch of leaves below heavy boots as Jane and Roman approached them. The weapons they held in their hands seeming to become apart of them as they moved fluidly through the trees.
He watched as the siblings silently communicated with each other, seeming to converse in a series of nods and glances. They lined up their shots, each of them taking a deep breath, focused on their target. The moment Tasha burst from her cover, they fired, one shot each. Each shot connecting with their target.
Zapata cried out as she felt the impact, a surge of pain suddenly erupting in her leg and side. She fell to the floor, a dark red already staining her clothes.
"Dammit!" She cried, moving her head to where Jane and Roman stood. They shared a look, before turning to run in the other direction, each taking a different path as they searched for the rest of the team.
They definitely needed more men.
It had only been an hour since they had entered the forest, but as Weller moved silently through the trees, he felt his feet and hands become numb, the cold air biting at his face as he surveyed his surroundings. Naz moved silently through the trees beside him, Patterson holding back a few feet to cover their backs.
"Does anyone have eyes on them?" Weller asked gruffly, his hands shaking from the cold.
"All I see is trees and mist." Naz responded, raising her rifle and scanning the trees in front of her. "These conditions make it extremely easy to hide. If I were them, I would use the tree cover. " Weller sighed, his grip on his weapon tightening.
"Keep close, they could be anywhere." He ordered. His two companions nodded in agreement.
Not one of them noticed the rifle that pointed out of a thick mass of brush and leaves, or the slight movement of foliage as Jane lined up her shot. Naz cried out as a bullet hit her in the stomach, then another hit her in the shoulder, the final blow came from the trees behind them, a bullet hitting Naz right between the shoulder blades.
"Get to cover!" Weller shouted. He and Patterson ran opposite ways, the young tech sliding behind a fallen tree log and searching frantically for their attackers. She watched as Jane emerged from the bush, brushing off the stray bits of leaves and twigs she used to disguise herself. The dark haired woman was so focused on her, that she didn't seem to notice Weller line up the shot, his finger moving to the trigger before suddenly, a bullet hit him in the back. Weller fell to floor in a motionless heap.
"NO!" Patterson cried, raising her rifle towards Jane and pulling the trigger. The tattooed woman dived behind a tree, narrowly avoiding being hit. Patterson backed up, her eyes moving to the still forms of Naz and Weller. She saw movement in in the trees beside her, firing blindly towards the tall figure that emerged from the mist. Roman ducked for cover, grunting as he landed hard on the ground, three bullets impacting the ground by his feet. Her heart sank when she heard a click of an empty clip, her eyes going wide as she mentally scolded herself for not counting her ammo. Jane and Roman emerged from behind their cover, checking their own ammo before turning their gazes towards her.
"Oh God." Patterson whispered to herself. Taking one final look at the still forms of her friends, she broke off into a run, narrowly avoiding the bullet Jane had just fired.
Clambering up a hill, she frantically searched for a place to hide, her fear growing as she heard boots crunching the frozen leaves on the ground behind her. Biting her lip, she turned to see the siblings climb up the hill after her.
She was the only one left. The weapon shook in her hands as Jane and Roman approached her, their eyes almost primal as they raised their weapons towards her chest. She considered running. Even they were not cold enough to shoot someone in the back. Well, she thought, at least Jane wasn't. They raised their weapon before moving their gazes to each other, smiles crossing their features before they both pulled the trigger. Pain erupted in Patterns chest as she fell, the impact of the shots at such close proximity knocking her off her feet. It was over. They had lost.
The twins cheered, turning to high-five each other and laughing.
"Team Kruger win again!" Roman cheered, Jane chuckled huskily.
"Alright, Alright." Patterson said, getting to her feet. "No one likes a sore winner." She said, wiping the paint from chest and flicking it from her fingers.
"You couldn't let us win…at least once?" Zapata's voice joined in the conversation, the younger agent scrambling over the hill followed closely by Reade, Naz and Weller. Jane and Roman just chuckled, shaking their heads.
"What would be the fun in that?" Jane said. The siblings shared a look of mischievous triumph.
"Who was the first to die?" Weller asked, looking between his friends. Reade sighed, his head hanging in shame before raising his hand.
"Drinks on you tonight!" Kurt cheered, stuffing his paint stained hands in his pockets and letting his rifle hang from his vest.
"I still can't believe I was the one that lasted the longest." Patterson put forward, looking between the highly trained agents with a look of confusion and smugness. Her gaze lingered on Naz, the older woman's vest, splattered with multiple paintball impacts.
"Wow." Patterson began, hiding a grin. "Looks like you got it the worst." The young blond turned her scolding gaze to the siblings, who grinned at each other before looking down to the floor. She shook her head. If they had had a normal childhood, she was pretty sure they would have been a nightmare to raise.
"So, that's three games in a row that we've beaten you." Jane asked, a smug expression crossing her features.
"Beaten them?" Roman repeated. "I think the better term would be…destroyed!"
"Okay." Zapata began, rubbing her side. She was sure she was going to wake up to a nasty bruise in the morning. "You guys won…again. We could do without the smugness though."
"I'm really amazed you guys survive in the field." Roman put forward." Killing all of you was pretty easy."
Patterson huffed as she moved to Jane's side. "Going against the two of you Is hardly fair." She began. "You're practically super soldiers!"
Jane and Roman smiled at each other once more.
"Hang on." Zapata began. "Who would survive between the two of you?" she asked, watching the siblings smiles fade as they both glared at each other. They raised their rifles, hesitating for just a moment before pulling the trigger. Two bullets hit Zapata in the chest, knocking her back slightly. She grunted. She should have seen that coming.
"Guess we'll never know." Jane chuckled. Patterson groaned.
"If you two are done killing us all can we please go to the bar!" She rubbed her hands together in a feeble attempt to get warm. "I'm starving!"
Roman turned his head slightly towards Jane, narrowing his eyes.
"Bet I can beat you to the car?" He challenged. Jane smirked.
"You're on!"
The team watched as the twins broke off into a run, disappearing into the trees as they raced each other to the SUV. Weller sighed, Zapata giggled and Naz shook her head.
Those two really were a nightmare.
I had you going for a second there didn't I? Hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will be up soon. A little scene between Reade and Jane. At request from Priscilla.
