I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters….
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Remi looked down at the phone number, but she didn't dial it. Her daughter… Ever since that day that she'd been taken away, Remi had been dreamt of this moment. Sheppard had hidden her well. Rossi helped her and Jane hadn't spoken to him since.
Of all the manipulations she had to endure, that one she'd never gotten over. She could still see the rage on Sheppard's face when she'd successfully escaped her clutches. The military had been a harsh teacher, but even that had been easier than what Sheppard put them through. She might have escaped, but in doing so she'd abandoned Roman. The thought of Roman sent another sharp pain through her chest.
The report said she didn't kill him, but she might as well have. She'd known he wasn't strong enough to be on his own. Pushing the thought aside until she had the privacy she needed, Jane picked up her phone.
She dialed the number with fingers that shook.
"Jane," Avery answered with a smile in her voice.
She wanted to correct her, but knew she couldn't. Not yet anyway.
When Remi didn't respond immediately, she could hear the concern replace the smile, "Is everything okay?"
"We're fine right now," Remi assured her daughter.
"What do you mean right now?" Avery demanded.
Remi smiled at that. Her daughter was a fighter. She was pleased about that.
"Weller's in the hospital and I'm sick." Remi told her.
"Why's he in the hospital?" Avery worried, "And what do you mean sick?"
"He was shot and had complications. He's had multiple surgeries and just woke up this morning." Remi glossed over the touch and go of it all.
"And you're just calling me now?" Avery began to sound angry.
"Well," Remi didn't know how to explain the rest without giving away too much. "I'm having some troubles with my memory…"
"What kind of trouble?" Avery asked her.
"The Zip that erased my memories," Remi explained, "It's actually poisoning me."
"WHAT?" Avery gasped.
"I've had some fainting spells and memory loss. I couldn't call when he went into surgery, because I was unconscious and when I woke up…I didn't remember how to contact you." Remi admitted.
"I'm coming home," Avery said abruptly.
"No!" Remi insisted, she didn't want her daughter anywhere near the FBI.
"Why?" Avery asked aggressively.
"You just left for school…"Remi reminded her, "I need to stay here with Weller until he gets better and then I'll come to you."
"Weller?" Avery repeated back to her with a question in her voice.
"He's going to be fine," Remi insisted, not understanding Avery's confusion.
"Is Patterson there?" Avery finally asked her.
"Why?" Remi's brown furrowed.
"She's in charge of helping you with the Zip, right? I want to find out what she's doing."
"She's somewhere," Remi said looking at where she could Patterson in the lab on her phone.
"Get her," Avery insisted.
"I'll tell her you want to talk to her," Remi improvised.
"If she doesn't call me back," Avery warned her, "I'm coming there."
"She'll call," Remi finally promised.
"I have to get to class," Avery said in frustration, "Call me tonight when you get home."
"Okay," Remi promised and listened to Avery hang up. She held the phone for a moment longer, wanting to see her daughter, but wanting to protect her too.
Suddenly, Rich walked over to her work station. He leaned down and gave her a come hither look. "With Weller out of commission," He told her, "You need any help with anything…give me a call."
Remi scowled up at him before she reached over and grabbed his shirt. With a swift tug she pulled his head down until he crashed into her monitor. Reaching up he rubbed his head and looked over at her in outrage.
"I know Weller's in the hospital," He all but yelled at her, "But you can't just flirt with other men like that!"
Remi was looking at him in astonishment.
"Don't look at me like that." Rich pointed his finger at her, "You're hitting on me…you know I like it rough! I can't believe you."
Remi had no idea how to respond.
Rich couldn't have been more affronted. "I know I have a lot of animal magnetism, but you need to control yourself. I'm telling Weller what you did."
Remi watched him storm off with a puzzled scowl. What had just happened?
Looking around she saw many of the FBI Agents sitting with hearing distance trying to hide their smiles.
"Jane," Patterson stood a little bit away from her looking nervous.
Remi stood up and headed toward her, "What is it?"
"I…" She stuttered, "I need to get some blood."
"Why?" She didn't come any closer.
"We're trying to cure you," Patterson reminded her, "It won't take a second."
Remi followed after her resigned.
Patterson knew the risk she was taking, inserting the tracker had to be seamless or things were going to get ugly.
"I spoke with Kurt," Patterson said looking over her shoulder, "They started him on solid food."
Remi didn't respond to that.
"How's your head?" Patterson ignored her silence.
"It hurts," Remi admitted.
"What did Avery say?" Patterson asked her with a worried voice.
"She wants to come home." Remi admitted.
"No!" Patterson protested, "She shouldn't do that."
Remi agreed, but she looked at Patterson strangely. Why would Patterson protest?
"I mean…she just started classes…" Patterson trailed off uncomfortably.
"She wanted to talk to you," Remi admitted. If Patterson didn't want her to come back either, she figured it was safe enough to tell her to call.
"I'll call her," Patterson promised. She took out some cotton and alcohol and began to swab Jane…Remi's arm.
"This might hurt a little," She warned her.
"I've had worse," Remi said in a distracted voice.
Patterson quickly took the needle and inserted the tracking device underneath Remi's skin.
"I thought you were taking blood?" Remi looked down at the syringe in suspicion.
"I missed the vein," Patterson improvised, "I have to try again."
Seeing the way her hands were shaking, Remi reached for the needle.
Patterson released it on looked up at Remi with trepidation, but she wasn't looking at her. Patterson watched in astonishment as Remi expertly inserted the needle into her own vein and began to withdraw the sample.
"There you go," Remi said, "What else to you need?"
"Nothing." Patterson assured her, "Do you want to head back to the hospital? I can have someone drive you."
"Actually," Remi admitted, "I'm not feeling that well. Do you think Weller would mind if I went home for a little while?"
"No," Patterson assured her, more than a little relieved, "I'll get someone to drive you."
Remi had no idea where she lived so she nodded her acceptance.
"I'll be at my workstation." Remi said as she turned to go.
Patterson watched her silently. Jane was different, but not so different she would have been able to tell. Weller had only seen her briefly this morning, but he was certain and that was good enough for her. Turning she headed toward Reade's office. This was so not going to be a fun conversation…
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"WHAT?" Reade was known for his patience and calm attitude, but Patterson's words had completely ripped away his composure.
"Kurt thinks that it wasn't Jane that woke up in the hospital…it was Remi." Patterson repeated.
"Where is she NOW?" Reade demanded, not questioning Weller. He knew Jane better than anyone, if he believed it was Remi, it was.
"She at her work station waiting for someone to drive her home," Patterson explained.
"You expect me to let her go home?" Reade was looking at Patterson in astonishment.
"Kurt asked that we pretend like nothing's changed." Patterson explained.
"I can't simply release a known terrorist into the heart of Manhattan," Reade argued, "She could disappear or worse."
"I implanted a tracking device on her," Patterson assured him.
"She could change…" He argued.
"It's under her skin," Patterson denied.
"She just let you?" Reade asked in surprise.
"Well," Patterson denied, "She didn't know that's what I was doing."
"She could have killed you!" Reade protested.
"She didn't," Patterson soothed him.
"What am I supposed to do if we let her go and she kills someone?" Reade demanded.
"She won't," Patterson insisted.
"You don't know her," Reade denied.
"Weller does," Patterson insisted, "He knew immediately it wasn't Jane, but he still believes she'll do the right thing."
"I cannot let her just walk out of here," Reade said flatly. "She'll be unsupervised, who knows what she'll do!"
Suddenly the elevator doors opened and a very rough looking Weller stepped out.
"This just keeps getting better and better," Reade said heading straight for Weller.
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Remi's eyes were scanning the room for possible threats when the elevator arrived. Her eyes immediately settled on it and when it opened she was surprised to see Weller stepping off. She was on her feet before she even thought about it.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she moved to his side.
Kurt was watching her with a piercing expression, but as she neared him he drew her close and placed his arm around her. She felt…protective of him as he leaned against her for support.
"We don't have time to wait," Weller explained, "I'll recuperate at home with you."
"You're going to tear out your sutures," Remi warned him, hating that it mattered.
"What are you doing here?" Reade said as he and Patterson joined them.
"This is too important," Kurt explained, "I'm not leaving anything to chance."
"What about your health?" Patterson was beyond concerned.
"I'm fine," Kurt insisted, "The doctor gave me some heavy antibiotics. I can rest at home with Jane."
"I'll drive you," Reade conceded defeat. He knew better than to try and stop Weller, Jane was the only thing he never compromised on. He knew he wouldn't stop now.
Patterson watched the three of them leave with a worried expression. She knew they were taking a huge risk, but as her eyes met Weller's right before the doors closed she realized they didn't have any other choice. Kurt couldn't lose Jane again. She'd do whatever was needed to ensure that didn't happen. Everything was working against them and the odds were terrible, but as long as there was the faintest hope, she'd keep going. If she'd learned anything in the past few years it was that the impossible was just another hurtle they could face together. They did it all the time.
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Tasha looked down at her cell phone silently. She knew Reade was expecting her to call, but she knew she couldn't. The last thing the Assistant Director of the FBI needed was to be called from Crawford's plane.
She looked over at where Blake was sleeping in her chair. It had been a long week. Blake had spent the time juggling her Father's funeral service with her responsibilities taking over as CEO of their company. She had leaned on Tasha heavily and she knew that bond would get even closer as the weeks went by.
The power now at her fingertips was more than a little bit intoxicating. She could finally understand just how addictive it could be. Leaning her head back against the seat she briefly thought about Jane. She knew Jane was suffering at losing her brother, but she'd really had no other choice. Roman would have recognized her and if her plan was going to work, she needed Blake's total trust.
Her phone pinged and she looked down to see a text from Reade. With a sad smile she deleted it without opening it. She knew it was for the best….
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Remi helped Weller lower himself to the couch and she had a brief flash of memory. She felt her face heat when she realized that they'd done other things on that couch. Her body responded to her mental image and she stood up hastily and moved over to the kitchen.
"When do you take your medicine again?" She asked picking up the prescription bottles they'd gotten from the pharmacy on the way over.
"Not until it's time for bed," Weller said. His face was damp with sweat.
"This is ridiculous," Reade told Kurt looking down at him in concern.
"It's my choice," Weller insisted, he jaw clenched.
Reade turned away in frustration.
Jane opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Moving back toward Weller she held it out, "You need to keep hydrated."
He took the bottle with a watchful nod.
"Maybe I should stay," Reade offered, looking between the two of them with a scowl.
"We're fine," Kurt insisted.
Reade reluctantly headed toward the door. "Call me if you need anything."
"We will," Kurt assured him.
Once they were alone, Remi found herself sitting on the couch next to Weller.
"Maybe you should lay down," She suggested, seeing how pale he was.
"Are you going to join me?" Kurt asked her.
Remi hesitated…what would Jane do?
"Of course," She agreed.
Kurt struggled to stand back up and Remi found herself assisting him.
"How do you feel?" Kurt worried, his eyes caressing her features.
Remi looked up and the expression on his face held her transfixed. The loving look he was giving her made her shiver.
"My head is sore," She admitted, "And Patterson tried to take blood and missed the vein. It itches a little."
Kurt looked down at where her hand was rubbing her arm and felt a rush of relief fill him. Patterson hadn't let him down. This might not be the woman he fell in love with, but she was in there and until he could help her find her way out again, he would protect her with his life.
They moved to the bedroom, two strangers that knew each other intimately. Each lost in their own thoughts. As they lay down next to each other a sense of familiarity stirred, but attempting to shield herself Remi turned away. Kurt watched her with a worried expression. It was torture being so physically close to the woman he married, but knowing this wasn't his wife. Not knowing if it ever would be again…
