I DO NOT OWN BLINDSPOT OR HUSH LITTLE BABY. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. READER DISCREATION IS ADVISED.

New York City, New York.

It was half past six as Alexander stood outside a bar in Manhattan. He had been drinking, despite that fact that he was only 19. He always kept a fake ID on his person. He didn't really know what to do with himself at this point. He was at odds with his mom, his girlfriend hated his guts, and his twin sister, the only person he could trust, was back at Brown. There was no one who he felt that he could talk to about the shit show that his life had become. He absently minded smoked a cigarette as he looked up at the starry sky over New York City. As he was taking a drag, a man suddenly pulled out a pistol and began firing at Alexander. He managed to dodge the bullets and ran straight at the shooter as everyone around them fled. Alexander and the gunman got in a fight as they struggled for the gun. Alexander beat the man until he finally got hold of the gun and pointed it at the man.

"Who the Hell are you?" Alexander asked. "What do you want with me?"

"I got a message fo you from Mallory." The man spat. "She's coming for you." Alexander sighed as he looked away and then shot the man point blank in the face. He sat down next to the body and took a deep breath. Alexander had gotten to the point where he truly hated his life. All he wanted was to be normal like his sister. Avery had a future, she had friends, she had a boyfriend who adored her. Alexander had succeeded in pushing away everyone that he had cared about. At that moment, Alexander Ian Briggs did something that he never thought he would do: he put a gun to his head. As he sat there, he thought that everyone's life might truly be better without him in it. He had his finger on the trigger when suddenly, a thought popped into his head. He remembered the fight that he'd had with Jane. If he killed himself, she might think that it was her fault. She would be scarred forever. No matter what she had done to him, she did not deserve that. He sighed as he put the gun in his pants, pulled out his phone and hailed an uber.

Jane was at home by herself. Weller had gone over to Reade's place to watch the Mets game. As she was thinking about the day she'd had. Finding the possessions from the safe house, dealing with the flood of memories, killing Gibbs, she needed a moment to clear her head. Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. She went up to get it and saw her son in the doorway.

"Alex, are you OK?" She asked as he shook his head.

"One of Mallory's pawns just tried to kill me." He explained. "But that is not why I am here."

"All right." Jane said as she let him in. He sat down on the couch next to her and breathed heavily.

"I was...in a really bad place...and I thought about, just...ending it all; but I thought that if I died...you would spend the rest of your life thinking that it was your fault. I didn't want you to go through that." Jane grew stone faced as she realized that her Alex, her precious baby boy had attempted suicide.

"Alex." Jane said as she finally let the tears fall. "I'm glad you're here...I'm glad you didn't do it. You need to know that I love you more than anything in the world. You're my baby and you'll always be my baby and I will never leave you again. Alexander broke into tears and he climbed into his mothers lap and sobbed.

"I'm so tired mommy." He said as he buried his face in her chest. It was as if he had reverted to a little kid who wanted his mama. Jane could see that her son needed comfort and she was more than happy to shower him in her love.

"I know baby, you just sleep OK, just sleep. Mama's gonna take care of you. Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby." Jane said as she cleared her throat and started singing.

Hush, little Baby, don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a Mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat,

And if that billy goat get cross, Mama's gonna buy you a rocking horse.

And if that rocking horse turns on fire, Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's gonna buy you a horse and a cart.

And if that horse and cart don't work right, mama's gonna give you a kiss good night.

NEXT TIME, ZAPATA GOES AFTER MADELINE AND ALEXANDER GOES AFTER MALLORY. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.