"I'm looking for Jane," Shepherd demanded, brandishing her assault rifle when she approached the nurse's station. The name Jane dripped like a foreign word from her tongue.
The nurses behind the desk dropped like dominoes, seeking cover behind the countertop, the lead nurse paging an emergency to security from the pendant around her neck. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Shepherd assured, "I'm only here to clean up my mess."
"She released a terrorist, she is a terrorist, and you think I'm not going to question her? I'm questioning her ass and putting her on a fast pass to a black site," Larren seethed.
"She's in my custody; you can't take her," Weitz rebutted.
"We both know that's administrivia," she retorted.
"That I have to sign off on. And it's not happening," Weitz stood his ground.
"You're impeding an investigation to find Shepherd," Larren claimed, and pushed into Jane's room. "Where the hell is she?"
"I'm looking for Jane," Shepherd's voice boomed across the floor.
Shit.
"You had the same idea," Weitz explained, "I need Jane in my custody so no one else can take her. Larren is on her way down here now, and she's not going to leave without Jane."
"She's dying - she can't take her anywhere," Allie pointed out.
"Watch her," Weitz retorted, "How much warning did you all get before she was hidden away in a black site?"
"Kurt's on his way with the team. Wait until he gets here," she pleaded.
"We don't have the time. Get her out of here," Weitz instructed, shooing her, "I'll stall."
Allie rolled her eyes. "This is the ICU - there are not exactly a bunch of places to go."
Weitz was done with the conversation. "Take her for a walk," Weitz ordered, pointing to the hallway.
"Take her for a walk," he said.
That led to them being locked in the nurse's break room, a makeshift drape and medical tape covering the window in the door, with a small table as a barricade. Alice rocked in the back corner, whispers of "there's sun through the trees and we dance while it shines," barely audible from time to time. The nurse who was in the room when they entered sat with her, trying to keep her calm.
One of the agents on Jane's detail had pointed Allie toward the room when they had both spotted Shepherd. Allie moved to hide Jane, and the agents called for backup and advanced to confront Shepherd.
"I'm looking for Jane," Shepherd's voice reverberated around the floor.
"Get in here and get down," Weitz guided, crouching behind the side of Jane's bed that faced away from the door.
"I don't take orders from you," Larren scoffed, having none of his suggestion, "coward."
She shook her head at his position in hiding and walked back out into the hallway.
Shepherd's assault rifle was in view, yet not at the ready. "Bring me to Jane," Shepherd demanded openly to the floor. She'd take direction from whoever would give it.
"She's in here," Larren called, pointing toward the glass doorway.
Shepherd strode through the hall toward Jane's room, yet could see in the reflection as she approached that the room was empty. "Don't cross me," Shepherd growled.
Shrill screams pierced the hallway at the sound of a gunshot, and Larren dropped to the floor, crimson billowing from her head.
"You can't go to the ICU right now, it's on lockdown," the attendant at the front desk informed them.
"Excuse me?" Reade said, surprised.
Kurt stepped to the side, calling Allie. "No visitors right now. Try back tomorrow."
Kurt attempted reaching Allie again, yet didn't get a response. Reade's cellphone rang. "We've got a situation," Weitz relayed, "we found Shepherd. Or more accurately, she found us."
"Where's Jane?" Reade asked.
"Allie's got her. I'm not sure where," Weitz quickly explained.
"Why aren't you with her?" Reade criticized.
"I went for Larren. Despite your popular belief, I'm trying to keep Jane from the CIA," Weitz scoffed, "Look, I think Larren's down. Shepherd is still in the hallway, and I'm going to trail her. Backup's on the way, but if you beat them here, we could really use the help up here."
Reade flashed his badge to the NYPD officer in the entryway, and after a brief exchange, they were on their way to the ICU.
"Now who wants to tell me where Jane is?" Shepherd demanded from the floor.
Family of a patient in another room pointed down the hall, and when she reached the end of the hall, Shepherd spotted one of the men in Jane's detail ducked into an alcove near the water fountain. "Shepherd, drop your weapon," he called.
"Must be the right direction," Shepherd muttered, a glint in her eye.
Shepherd advanced toward the agent and fired, hitting the wall behind him, causing enough distraction so she could turn and push in the handle of the door that she reached, and she was met with resistance.
The quiet, occasional words of singing from the corner stopped, and Allie looked toward the back of the break room. "She's unconscious," the nurse updated.
Shepherd pushed and kicked at the break room door, then the small table gave way, falling backward into the room. "Goodbye, Remi," Shepherd spoke, raising her rifle.
Allie fired from the side of the break room and Weitz fired from the hallway, Shepherd dropping to the floor.
When Reade, Rich, and Kurt reached the top of the stairs for the ICU, they slowly advanced, finding the agents at ease talking with Weitz. Down the hall from them lay Shepherd's body in a pool of blood in the entrance of the break room. "Where is Jane?" Kurt asked, his voice pressing with fear.
Weitz pointed toward the break room, and Kurt and Rich walked to it, stepping over Shepherd's body to enter. Allie sat at the back, holding Jane's hand while Dr. Welton and a nurse assessed her condition before they moved her. "Jane," Kurt spoke, heading toward them, and Allie got up to trade places with him.
"She's okay," Allie explained, "Shepherd didn't get to her. It's the ZIP poisoning they're worried about."
"Why is she unconscious?" Kurt asked.
"We need a cure for the ZIP poisoning," Dr. Welton explained, "she's running out of time."
Weitz's phone rang and he stepped away from the agents. "Weitz," he answered.
"The Book of Secrets was at Swallow Labs in Switzerland," Zapata explained.
"Was?"
"I've got it."