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.


This one is going to be in Two Parts. I am missing the interactions between the siblings. I am hoping and praying they make up in the show. This one is pretty long for a one-shot, so I split it up into 2 parts. Part 2 will be posted soon.


Siblings

When Jane awoke that morning, it had been to the shrill screaming of her alarm clock and a headache that made everything blurry. She could faintly hear the sound of the shower in the bathroom to her left, steam seeping through the gap in the open door. She groaned as she threw the covers from her body, her muscles aching from the fitful sleep the night before. She rubbed her temples before getting up, making her way barefoot to the kitchen. The coffee in the pot was freshly made and as she poured herself a large cup she sighed, her fingers moving to rub her temples once more. The headaches seemed to be getting worse.

Jane made her way towards the balcony, shivering as a cold wind hit the bare skin of her arms. It had snowed the night before and as her bare feet crunched on the icy ground, she could hear the sound of sirens below. Placing her drink on the side, Jane leant against the cold metal bannister, closing her eyes and letting the wind cool her face.

The memories had been coming back at an alarming rate lately, and each and every one of them made her feel ill. They often came in the form of nightmares, but sometimes they would plague her at random points of the day, triggered by a smell or a sound and every-time she did remember something, she felt a little piece of herself go missing.

She faintly heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Strong arms wrapping around her waist and holding her tight. Stubble scratched the naked skin of her shoulder as Kurt rested his chin there and Jane opened her eyes, resting against him slightly. He smelled like coconuts and aftershave.

"Dreams again?" He asked.

"Memories." She answered.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

Jane thought for a moment then shook her head, sighing heavily.

"No." She said, disentangling from her husbands embrace, she turned and went inside. "I'm fine" She could feel Kurt's eyes on her back as she stripped on her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

xxxx

They arrived in the office at exactly 0900. The bullpen already alive with life as agents went about their duties. Jane finished the coffee she held in her hand in four large gulps, the still scalding liquid burning its way to her gut.

Crushing the paper cup in her hand Jane threw it towards the nearest trash can. She sighed as it bounced off the side and fell onto the floor.

A shout from the conference room made the couple turn, greeted with the site of Patterson standing by the doorway, her hand motioning them towards the room. Silently they made their way towards her. Kurt entered first, holding the door open for Jane and closing I behind him as she stepped inside.

He moved his eyes towards the end of the table, glaring at the occupant that rested there. From the look on Janes' face, he knew that she noticed him as well. A tall Latino woman sat next to him, dark frizzy hair, small pig-like eyes and a crooked nose that signified a botched nose job.

"What is he doing here?" Jane asked, glaring across the room towards Keaton. Patterson eyes moved towards the scrawny man, then back to Jane.

"The CIA is working with us on this one." She answered.

"Joy," Jane said sarcastically, moving to the other side of the room.

"So what did you find out Patterson. Which tattoo did you solve and why is the CIA interested?" Kurt asked, glaring once more at Keaton.

"Oh, I didn't solve a tattoo." The young blond said, then smiled widely. "But I did find Roman."

Jane's face fell at the mention of her brother, her body stiff as a grainy picture of him appeared on the screen, from the corner of her eye, Jane saw Keaton lean forward in his chair.

"Where?" Reade asked from the head of the table.

"Right here in New York. He was spotted moving past an ATM at 02:00 two nights ago." Patterson explained.

"That was two nights ago" Jane began. "He could be long gone by now." She looked at the grainy picture of her brother once more, her heart aching.

"That's exactly what I thought, but he was spotted again last night in the same place going the same way. I managed to track his movements to this old bottling factory. " An old decrepit building appeared on screen, for some reason it felt familiar. "It was shut down five years ago and bought by a shell company...you wanna guess who owns that company?" Patterson explained, her smile getting larger. When no one answered she sighed.

"Non-other than Hank Crawford. Major financier for our old friends at Sandstorm."

Reade got to his feet and straightened his suit.

"Good work Patterson, I'll get the SWAT team ready to move on the location."

"NO," Jane shouted before she could stop herself. "No SWAT team."

Kurt sighed, placing a hand on Jane's waist. She could feel the eyes of the room on her as Kurt leaned in close.

"Jane. I know you want to protect your brother...but -"

"A SWAT team is the last thing we need Weller. He will see us coming from a mile off and when he does he will run and we will never find him again." Jane bit her lip and took a deep breath. "We go in small, just like what you did when you brought me back after..." She stopped and looked towards Keaton, who smiled in her direction. "After the CIA."

Kurt sighed, then looked towards Reade questioningly. Reade nodded his approval.

"Fine. Get suited up we leave in ten."

As the team filtered past Jane and out of the room, Jane let go of the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. She looked to Keaton, before turning on her heel and moving towards the door.

"I'll get my own team together. I could be a race."

Jane stopped short of going through the door, turning to face her tormentor. Keaton smiled widely, as did the agent beside him.

"Do you think he'll last as long as you did Jane?"

Jane bit the inside of her cheek.

"If you get to him first. You bring him here. He's not gonna spend the rest of his days in some godforsaken black-site."

Keaton smirked, showing his teeth.

"We'll see about that Jaine"

"It's not a negotiation. Roman will stay in FBI custody...indefinitely, he will go to a prison that will treat him humanely and he will get the help he needs to get better...you're not going to touch him."

Keaton chuckled, as did the woman with the bad nose job.

"What if I don't like that idea Jane. What if I want to give your little baby brother the Jane Doe treatment?" The deputy director asked Jane stared him down, unblinking.

"Then you'll live to regret it."

"Is that a threat Jane?"

Jane shook her head.

"No. It's a promise.

"What's stopping me from just taking the both of you. Locking you in a cell and making sure you never see the light of day again. I could get your cells next to your Mom. It could be a family reunion." Keaton smirked, it was not a pretty sight. Jane was silent for a while.

"Project Dragonfly..." She whispered.

Keaton's smile fell at the mention of the operation, swallowing hard as his eyes darted around the room. He lowered his head, moving closer to Jane. It took everything she had not to flinch away from him.

"What do you know about?"

"I have been remembering a lot lately Keaton...so unless you don't want to see everything about that project on the ten o'clock news and unless you don't want the CIA and the NSA to become public enemy number one... I would suggest you do everything in your power to make sure Roman is captured alive and well"

Keaton licked his lips, his mouth twitching slightly.

"The Douglas Winter leak would pale in comparison to that project getting out into the public eye...don't you think?" Jane continued, cocking her head to the side.

"You know Janie. I am starting to think that you haven't changed at all. You're no better than your mother."

Jane's fist curled at her side.

"Harm my brother in any way and you will see just how like my mother I can be."

Turning, Jane made her way through the door, her heart in her throat as she felt Keaton's eyes follow her every move.

xxx

The warehouse was a forty-minute drive. The drive was silent the whole way there. She could feel Kurt's eyes on her as he sat next to her, his hand resting gently on her leg. The moment the car pulled up near the warehouse. Her leg began to shake.

"Jane." He said, leaning forward and placing his other hand on her cheek. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to go in there"

She would be lying if she said she hadn't considered it. Lying if she said leaving it to the team hadn't crossed her mind. Letting them handle it and whatever happens, happens. She would remember the orphanage. How she had always protected Ian from the other kids. Remembered how she would always be there to pick him off the floor and fight his enemies if he was unable to.

Jane shook her head and left the car without a single word.

She had to protect him.

Even if it meant her own life.


So what do you think? Part 2 is already written, I am just waiting to see what everybody thinks before posting it. I hope that we are going to see more of the siblings and I really hope there is a chance for them the makeup. There is so much hate between them, but I like to think that there can not be that much hate if there were no love there.

Let me know if I have made any mistakes.

A.W