A/N: Here you go, chapter 4. This chapter has more Jeller in it, albeit somewhat angsty.

Unable to make himself leave her just yet, Kurt stood to the side of the gurney, giving the medics room to work as they talked to Jane and prepared to transport her to the hospital. He stayed within Jane's line of sight, hoping his presence would reassure her. He saw the fearful look in her eyes and the way she tensed when the medics leaned close to her, as calm and careful as they were. It killed him to hear her cry out in pain as one of the medics tried to stabilize her shoulder the best they could so that the trip to the hospital would be as tolerable as possible.

After they loaded Jane into the ambulance and left, Kurt made his way back to the room where he had found Jane to pick up his body armor. Entering the room again, a chill ran down his spine. Previously, his focus had been on Jane, but now with her gone, he couldn't help but curse his observation skills, picking up small details that painted a grim picture in his mind about what had happened to Jane during the days she was here. He saw the metallic bedframe that she had sidestepped as he had released her, and a car battery with wires next to it; he saw the various knives on the side table and the almost overflowing ash tray next to it. Countless hours of torment and agony. "I'm sorry, Jane." He released a shuddering breath and picked up his body armor, heading to the SUV's now in the front yard.

Walking, all he could think of was the pained, terrified look in his wife's eyes and the way she had clung to him. Her hoarse voice as she yelled at Keaton and the quiver in it as she pleaded to be held. The anger made its way back to the forefront of Kurt's mind. He wanted to beat Campbell to a pulp for what he had put Jane through.

Kurt saw Reade standing by one of the cars, talking to a couple of the Albany agents. He looked around, his eyes scanning for Campbell but not seeing him. He only saw a couple of other suspects being placed in the SUV's.

"Reade."

"Weller…" Reade turned and looked at him, a note of worry in his voice. "Did you find Jane? How is she?"

Kurt swallowed down on the bile threatening to rise in his throat and drew in a sharp breath. He shook his head slightly. "It's..it's not good. The EMT's just left with her for the hospital." He had to stomp down on the images that had been burned into his memory now. "I'll follow as soon as we get the scene processed…Where's Campbell?"

He saw the compassion in Reade's look, but his friend looked somehow uncomfortable as he spoke. "Kurt, look. We can handle the scene. Maybe you should head to the hospital, go be with Jane?"

Kurt was in no mood for beating around the bush. "Where's Campbell?" He asked again, his tone brusque.

"He's dead. He was shot during the takedown and the bullet nicked an artery. The medics tried to save him but he bled out."

Upon hearing the news Kurt felt conflicted. He was glad that Campbell would never, ever get the chance of hurting Jane again, but he was also furious that the man had been able to escape without punishment for what he had done to her. He felt his anger deflating slightly, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tasha and Keaton round the corner, talking animatedly as they stopped by one of the SUV's.

Seeing Keaton, Jane's words came to him again. He reached the SUV in a few strides.

"Weller –," Keaton only managed before Kurt's fist connected with his face.

"HEY!" Tasha shouted, stepping between the two men and pushing Weller back away from Keaton. "Weller, what the hell?" She asked him, casting a quick glance at her boss who was now holding his bleeding nose.

Kurt lunged at him again, only to be stopped by Reade and a couple of the other FBI Agents. The next few moments were pandemonium as the agents struggled to keep him from attacking Keaton again.

"YOU KNEW!" Kurt roared from behind the agents as he stopped struggling. "YOU KNEW CAMPBELL HAD JANE!"

"What?" Kurt heard Reade's surprised voice from behind him, and saw the shock in Tasha's eyes.

"What? No!" Keaton denied, clearly astounded by the accusation.

"Jane said you let Campbell do this! He told her." Kurt growled.

"Weller. Kurt. I had no idea about this." Keaton told him, his tone calm.

"Was it payback, for her having escaped? Did you want to finish the job like she said? How long were you planning to hide this? Were you going to let Campbell kill her, torture her to death over information she didn't have?!" Kurt went on, pain replacing the anger in his voice

"Keaton, is this true?" Reade asked.

"No!" Keaton made eye contact with Weller and spoke calmly. "Kurt, I swear on my daughter's life, I had no idea about this."

Reade nodded at the agents to step away from Kurt, seeing his slumped posture.

"Jane wouldn't lie to me," Kurt said anxiously.

"Campbell was an intel guy. A manipulator and an unstable man at that. He told her that to break her. He knew we had a history."

Kurt pulled his hand across his face, feeling sick to his stomach. "Oh God…"

Keaton took a few steps closer, their eyes meeting.

"Sorry about your nose."

Keaton waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about it. It doesn't seem to be broken."

"Good."

"We can handle things here. Go be with you wife, Weller," he told Kurt, his tone sympathetic.

Kurt entered Jane's hospital room quietly and stopped at the door, swallowing the lump in his throat as his eyes found her. As he looked at her, he couldn't help noticing how pale she was lying there, her dark hair contrasting with the pale skin and the white sheets. Jane was the strongest person he knew, but at that moment she seemed almost fragile. She was asleep, an IV in her hand leading to a couple of bags hanging by her bed. The burns in her arms and around her body were dressed, the knife wounds stitched, and her shoulder relocated. He had spoken to the medical staff and they had told him that hopefully her shoulder would heal with physical therapy and surgery wouldn't be needed, but time would tell.

Kurt stepped by Jane's bed and pressed his lips softly to her forehead, but she didn't stir. The combination of painkillers and exhaustion had left her dead to the world. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and despite the medication her fever was still high. The doctor had told him she had pneumonia, which was their most pressing concern, especially since she was dehydrated as well. They had her on antibiotics, but it would take a couple of days to see if the drugs worked.

"I'm sorry, Jane. This would never have happened if I had been more alert. I've grown too complacent."

Kurt caressed Jane's cheek tenderly before sitting in a chair by the bed and taking her hand in his, determined to watch over her as she slept.

He had sat there for a couple of hours, alternately going over the events of the past days in his head and gazing at Jane as she slept, when he felt her hand move ever so slightly in his. He squeezed her fingers gently.

"Jane," he spoke her name quietly, a small smile appearing on his lips as she slowly opened her eyes. He saw the relief in her eyes as she recognized him, sitting by her bed.

"Kurt," her voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm here. It's okay," he soothed and caressed the back of her hand gently, mindful of the IV.

She tried to sit up, only to sink back down with a grimace as her muscles and wounds protested.

"Hey. Be careful," Kurt admonished her softly, afraid that she might reinjure herself.

"Water".

Kurt took the glass the nurses had left on the table and cradled her head, as he brought the glass to her lips. "Slowly".

Jane took a couple of small sips and sighed as Kurt eased her back down onto the pillow.

She looked at him through half-lidded eyes, fever shining in them. She was clearly fighting the exhaustion, an anxious look in her eyes.

He stroked her cheek and she leaned into his touch. "Everything's okay. You need to rest." Calmed by his gentle ministrations, Jane closed her eyes but reached for his hand. Kurt took her hand and leaned in close, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I'll stay right here. It's okay," he murmured against her. He resumed his seat beside her, his thumb drawing slow circles on the honeycomb pattern of her hand.

He felt Jane squeeze his hand, almost as if to make sure he wasn't leaving her side. She said something, so quietly he had trouble telling the words, but he thought he heard her whisper a soft "I love you" to him.

Kurt smiled, a warm sensation spreading in his chest at the realization that she was safe, and with him again. He reached out with his free hand, tenderly caressing Jane's warm forehead, hoping to reassure her with his touch. "Rest now," he whispered lovingly to her.

Soon Jane's grip relaxed as sleep claimed her again.

Jane felt groggy. She was so tired, exhausted even. She smelled the antiseptic odor, one that she always associated with hospitals. She felt the soft pillow under her head, and the blanket covering her legs and chest. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times to get her bearings.

It must have been late evening or night, since all she saw outside the window was darkness, except for the blinking lights of the helipad on the roof of the building opposite. The only light in the room was the yellow glow of the table lamp by the bed. Glancing down from her semi-sitting position, she smiled weakly. Kurt was sitting in a chair by her bed, holding her hand securely in his as he slept, his head resting on her mattress. She reached out with her other hand, stroking his hair lovingly. He stirred at her touch.

He raised his head off the mattress and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers. The look he gave her was full of love. "Hey."

"Hi." Jane gave a small smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She squeezed his fingers, feeling like she needed to reassure herself of his presence, even though he was sitting right by her bed; she couldn't let go of the feeling dread. She tensed as one of Campbell's taunts echoed in her mind again, fully expecting him to walk in the room. "We'll see if ya have any fight left after I'm done with ya."

Kurt must have interpreted her tension for pain, as his smile faded. "Are you in pain? Do you want me to get the nurse?" He asked, almost about to get up from his seat, concern clear on his face.

Jane shook her head slightly. "No. Stay." She bit her lip and drew a deep breath, feeling a sharp stab in her chest at the motion, despite what she had just told him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Sitting up better, she glanced at the IV in her hand. As tired as she was, she just wanted to get out of here, back to a familiar place where thoughts of Campbell didn't haunt her. "When can I go home?" She asked Kurt quietly.

He let out an affectionate chuckle, before growing serious again. "You have pneumonia. The doctors need to make sure the antibiotics work, but if all goes well, we can go home in a few days."

"Home." Jane had been afraid she would never see home again. "How did you find me?"

Kurt went on to explain how they had gotten the DNA and how, with Keaton's help, the whole thing had unraveled.

Jane felt her anxiety ratchet up again at the mention of Keaton. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage. "Why did Keaton help you? He was working with Campbell." Her voice was rising, the fear creeping in again. He –"

"Jane, hey. It's okay." Kurt's voice was firm but gentle as he spoke and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Keaton didn't know. He swore he didn't, and I believe him." Kurt went on. "Campbell wanted to make you believe Keaton knew and helped him."

Jane drew in an almost ragged breath, feeling like she couldn't breathe. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to convince herself things were fine, but failing. She tugged at Kurt's hand gently, inviting him to sit on the bed. He did, his brow furrowing in worry as he looked at her. She glanced down at their joined hands, avoiding his eyes as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

Kurt brushed a tendril of hair off her face and tilted his head to get a better look at her. "Jane," he spoke softly, his tone mirroring the troubled look he wore, "talk to me."

The doctors had eased her physical hurt, but it had done nothing to treat the emotional agony. Her mind still remembered the desperation she had felt at the thought of no one being able to find her, the toll of the sleeplessness, the fear consuming her at Campbell's threats. The only thing - the only person - that could take that pain away, was Kurt.

She knew he could see that fear in her eyes as she looked at him, and she whispered, her voice small, "Will you hold me?"

She heard the thickness in his voice and saw the moisture glistening in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I need you," she pleaded.

At her words, he caved.

"Come here," he whispered tenderly as he pulled her into him.

Careful of the stitches of the knife wounds in her sides, Kurt enveloped her in his arms. Keeping a tenuous grip on her emotions, she curled up against his chest, needing for him to hold her. Her fingers grasped his shirt in desperation. "I keep hearing Campbell in my head, seeing him, remembering what he did," Jane whimpered.

Kurt pressed his lips to her temple, shushing her softly. "Shh. He's dead, Jane. He can't hurt you anymore."

As his words registered in her exhausted mind, something broke inside her. She could no longer keep the weight of the events from crushing her. Her lower lip trembled and no matter how she much fought it, a small cry escaped her mouth. Back in the safety of Kurt's arms, she could let go of the fear and pain. "Campbell's dead." Warm tears ran down her face and her breath hitched as the emotions engulfed her.

Kurt tightened his hold on her and cradled her to his chest, rocking her gently in his embrace as she wept. Deep, painful sobs shook her entire body as the terror and fear of the events came crashing down. Kurt kissed her hair, his voice cracking as he tried to soothe her agony. "It's okay. You're safe….shhh, my love. It's okay."

Eventually her tears stopped, but Jane did not move. Kurt wiped the last tears from her cheek gingerly, still holding her close. Feeling truly safe for the first time in days, Jane closed her eyes and let the exhaustion win, falling asleep in his protective embrace.