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, it up as the episode is airing, but hey I tried. Hope you enjoy it. It is a what I think is going to happen (or more what I would like to see happen on the new episode Senile Lines)

Tell me what you think!


Senile Lines

"Why the hell would they think we were aiding a terror organisation!" Zapata's fists hit the table with a heavy thud. "We're trying to stop them, not help them!" She fell into the chair beside an exhausted looking Reade, her eyes darting briefly towards Jane with an accusatory glare. Jane shifted in her seat, a migraine drilling through her brain as she rubbed her temples.

"Calm down Tasha." Kurt said from the end of the table, his voice taking on an authoritative note as he spoke. "None of us have anything to hide and we have in no way been helping sandstorm or any other terror organisation. Once they give their interviews and do their investigation, they'll find we are innocent of these accusations and leave us be." His eyes scanned the room, first moving to Naz, then to Patterson. He moved his gaze slowly to Tasha and Reade then rested on Jane, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.

"That is, unless someone in this room has something they would like to admit to?" Jane looked up, only now realising the eyes of the room were on her, she felt a surge of hurt and anger clutch her chest. Scoffing, her hands curling into fists as she rested them on the table.

"Are you serious?" She asked through gritted teeth, then chuckled, shaking her head. "No…you're right Kurt…you caught me, in fact Mother and I blew up a few buildings just this morning before we went to brunch."

She saw Kurt's eyes fall to the floor and noticed the way Patterson looked down at her hands. Reade and Zapata tried their best to avoid her gaze. Naz was the only one that continued to study her, her lips pushed into a thin line.

"Jane I-" Kurt began.

"Don't bother" Jane interrupted, anger flashing across her face. He was about to speak again when hushed murmurs made him look towards the offices outside. His heart beat a little faster in his chest as he saw Weitz walk out of the elevator, towards the office they currently sat in, a smug smile on his face as he strolled passed the desks filled with agents whispering under their breaths as he passed. He pushed open the door to the conference room, his smile only widening as he was greeted by seven pairs of questioning, fearful eyes.

"Beautiful Morning, isn't it?" He said, letting the door close behind him and the two suited men that followed. "I must admit, I thought it would be a little longer since we saw each other again…it seems this team can't seem to stay out of trouble…"

"Just get to it Weitz. We have work to do." Kurt was the first to speak. Weitz's eyes only seemed to glow with amusement as he noticed the tone of annoyance in Kurt's voice.

"Very Well." Weitz said, looking down at the files in his hands.

"I think I'll start with..." He scrutinised the room for a second, a sly smile tugging his lips upwards as his eyes rested on the dark-haired woman at the end of the table. "The resident terrorist." Jane flinched at the name, her jaw clenching as she stood slowly. She noticed a flash of anger play in Kurt's eyes.

"Oh and I'm gonna need her in cuffs" Weitz mocked, his smile growing. Kurt answered with a growl.

"That's not going to happen Weitz." He said, standing from his seat.

"No?" Weitz asked, feigning confusion. "It was my understanding that Miss Doe is a highly trained and extremely dangerous killer?"

Kurt bared his teeth, growling once more. "You're not putting her in chains."

Jane sighed as she made her way towards Weitz, removing the cuffs from her belt.

"It's fine Kurt." Jane said shortly, stopping just in front of Weitz, she threw the cuffs towards him and held out her wrists. He smirked at her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slapped the cuffs on her wrists tightly. He then stepped to the side and opened the door, smiling once more.

"Shall we?"


Jane shifted uncomfortably in her chair as Matthew Weitz set up a small camera at the end of the room, humming a tune to himself that she didn't quite recognise. The cold metal chaffed her wrists as she unconsciously struggled against the tight handcuffs that bound her wrists. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she surveyed the room, the lack of windows making her uneasy. The two men Weitz had brought with him stood by the door, blocking her exit. She swallowed hard, trying desperately to control her shaking hands.

She hated feeling trapped.

Weitz made himself comfortable as he settled into the chair just beside the camera, he shuffled some papers as he took a sip of his coffee.

"State your name for the record please." The metal of the cuffs clicked against the surface of the table as Jane moved.

"Jane Doe."

"Ah, your real name please."

"Which one?"

"Your birth name." She cleared her throat before answering

"Alice Kruger."

"Place of birth?"

"South Africa."

"Date of birth?"

Jane remained silent for a while, searching her mind for any clue or answer to the question she had been asked. It just occurred to her that she had never thought about it before. Her birthday. It was something that seemed so trivial, so pointless. Shrugging, she bit her lip nervously.

"I don't know."

There was a sound of pen scratching against paper as Weitz scribbled something in his notepad.

"Right. Let's get down to business." He said with a smile. "How many years were you an active member of the terror group the NSA have dubbed 'Sandstorm?'" Weitz asked, his eyes ever moving from the pen and paper in front of him. Jane shook her head.

"I don't know."

"It says here…" He flicked through the files that lay on the desk, a deep frown forming on his face. "That sandstorm was funded by a substantial amount of money left to them after your…death." He looked up from the files and moved his eyes to Jane, slight wrinkles forming at the sides of his mouth as he pushed his lips together. "Tell me, how exactly did you get your hands on that kinda money?"

"I don't know." Jane repeated. Her anger was starting to get the better of her. "Maybe it came from the Orion project…that's all I can think of."

"Ah yes, the Orion project. Tell me what that was again?" Weitz asked, Jane could feel her teeth cracking as they ground together.

"I wish I knew."

Weitz was silent again. He shuffled through more papers.

"How many attacks has your group carried out on US soil?"

Jane shook her head, her hands shaking now.

"How many innocent lives have they taken and destroyed."

"I. Don't. Know."

"You don't know or you don't care."

"I don't remember!" Jane shouted, her fists slammed against the table and she swore she could taste blood in her mouth as she bit the inside of her cheek. It was the only thing keeping her from reaching across the table and snapping the smug bastards neck.

Weitz stood, picking up a file and making his way towards Jane. He stopped just behind her, leaning down and slamming the file on the desk. Jane couldn't stop herself from flinching at the sudden violent movement. For a moment, she expected he would strike her. Her body was tense as he flicked the folder open. Her breath quick in her chest as she waited for the hit that never came.

"These are just some of the confirmed Sandstorm hits in the last three years. Baltimore. A factory that created munitions for the military. 12 dead." He turned the photos so they faced upwards. Jane looked down at them with a numbness in her chest.

"Asheville, a supposed 'gas leak' at a small military academy, seven dead and fourteen injured." Again, he slammed a few photos on the desk in front of Jane, each showing the destruction of what used to be a group of buildings. Again, Jane felt a numbness creeping into her chest.

"Last…but not least. Washington DC. A car bomb that killed a high ranking general within the United States military. 3 dead."

This time, he didn't slam the photos down on the table and instead chose to place them one by one in front of Jane. The first photo was of the General. His blanked remains sitting in what was left of his car. His mouth open in a silent scream. Then, he placed the next photos on the table, his breath hot on Jane's neck as he leaned in. There was a clicking noise in his throat.

"His two daughters. Twins. 13 years old."

Jane bit her lip to stop it from trembling, her vision blurring slightly as she turned her eyes away from the ghastly images in front of her. The numbness was gone. Replaced with the agonising ache that was like claws to her heart.

"You might not remember these crimes Miss Doe." He whispered in her ear. "But that does not change the fact…that you still committed them."

Jane let the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding go. She could feel her entire body shaking now, everything around her becoming hazy and surreal. She could feel herself retreating into her mind, feel the self-loathing finally take a hold of her. Weitz voice seemed so far away when he spoke again.

"That black site that your friends sent you to…is exactly where you belong." He mocked. "Along with that brother of yours."

The last sentence seemed to draw her out of her trance, her face hardening and back straightening. She pushed away the photos that he had laid in front of her, her head turning slightly in his direction.

"Are there any more questions?" She asked, her voice completely devoid of emotion. "If not, I would really like to get back to work now."

Weitz stiffened, straightening his tie.

"Fine. Have it your way. Take her back to the conference room. Bring in Agent Patterson."


Six hours, thirty-four minutes and twenty-eight seconds. That's how long it had taken Weitz and his team to complete the 'interviews' with the team. It had been a long day. Jane had barely spoken more than a few words to ones that had remained in the room. They had asked her what her had asked of course, but her mind was busy on other things.

She sat at the far end of the table. Away from everyone else. One by one, her friends were taken by Weitz and came back looking slightly more exhausted than before. At least they went in cuffs, Jane thought to herself, but a voice in the back of her mind told her that she deserved the chains…that and so much more.

Weitz was right about one thing. She may not remember committing the horrible atrocious of her past…but that didn't make her any less guilty of them. She was no different to Shepard. She was ruthless, controlling. She did it because she let the anger get the better of her.

Roman did it, because she could control him. Just like Shepard could control her.

She tapped her fingers on the table as she heard the doors open. Zapata dragged herself through the door with slumping shoulders.

She studied the way Weitz held himself, his own shoulders slumping forward slightly as she let the door close behind him. He wrote something in his book before he looked to smile smugly at the team. Jane knew what was coming and she was ready for it.

"Well, that should be all for today." He said, closing his book with a slap. "There is just one more person I need to talk to." He said, Jane played her speech over in her head one last time.

"Who?" Kurt asked from beside her. Weitz made sure to fix his eyes on her before answering.

"The brother.…Roman?"

The room was silent for a moment, Jane could feel all eyes turn to her.

"Do you have a warrant for that?" She asked, seeming untroubled

"It's right in front of you Miss Doe." Weitz chuckled.

Jane took a sip of her coffee, looking down at the paper on the table, she took two long sips before answering.

"That warrant only covers this team and this teams adviser." Jane answered, placing her now empty cup on the table and putting an open palm to her chest. "Last time I checked, Roman is neither a part of this team nor an adviser…at least not in official capacity. He is technically still in the custody of the FBI" She leaned forward, taking pleasure in the way Weitz's face fell. The stupid smile that painted his lips moments before all but gone and replaced with a tight-lipped pout. Leaning forward, she looked at the warrant again, pushing it towards Weitz..

"This warrant may grant you access to some things about this highly sensitive case, but it doesn't give you access to any of its suspects or affiliates other than myself. You even so much as attempt to speak to Roman you'll be violating the terms of this warrant, therefor for voiding it and committing a federal crime." She could almost feel the anger resonating from Weitz, trying to hide a smile as his face grew redder with each passing second. Leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest, she continued.

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong…because it has been hazy in the past, but isn't this government supposed to uphold the law…not break it?" She heard Patterson hold back a scoff of laughter, her eyes darting to Weitz before bowing her head and hiding behind a curtain of blond hair. Weitz glared at Jane as she held his gaze, daring him to challenge her. He remained silent.

"Now that I have cleared that up for you. Did you find anything that would warrant further investigation of this team Mr Weitz?" Jane asked, feigning a look of innocence as she pretended to care for the answer. The man pushed his lips together in a defeated pout.

"No." He said simply.

"So there is no reason for you to keep us here?" Patterson spoke up. Weitz didn't move his glare off Jane.

"No."

"Great…I'm starving!" Zapata celebrated, she jumped up from her seat and headed for the door. Reade followed.

"I am sure you can find your own way out Agent Weitz." Kurt said from the end of the table, he stood and fixed his suit. "But your investigation has kept me from doing real work, so If you'll excuse me."

Kurt left through the door and headed towards his office. Weitz watched him go with a snarl. It was Patterson's turn to stand. She giggled slightly as she took in the mans expression.

"You know, I could eat." She said, then turned to Jane. "You coming?"

Jane nodded and stood from her own seat and as her blond friend left through the door. The tattooed woman slowly made her way towards the door, reaching her fingers towards the handle and pulling it open. She stopped short of leaving, turning her head slightly so she was facing Weitz.

"Don't ever threaten my brother again."

With a smile, she left. Leaving Weitz glaring after her.

She didn't bother to contain the chuckle that escaped her lips.


(Updated and spelling fixed.)

There you have it, I will be watching the episode tomorrow so I will see for myself what happened! Hope you enjoyed. (Also I know nothing about contract law and things like that, but what I got Jane to say made sense...I think. Even if it didn't Oh well. It was fun to write!)