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"Have you got her?" Kurt picked up on the first ring.

"We found her," Reade confirmed.

"Is she okay?"

"Better than the man she came to see," Reade assured him.

"What do you mean?" Kurt demanded

"She was…interrogating someone for information on who killed Roman," Reade explained.

"What do you mean interrogating?" Kurt felt his stomach sink.

"She had him tied up and was cutting him with a knife," Reade's voice said it all.

"Did she kill him?" Kurt forced himself to ask.

"No," Reade denied, "But Kurt, if she had…I would have arrested her."

"Did she get the information she was looking for?" Kurt didn't comment on Reade's warning.

"No," Reade denied, "She made a deal with him. He's going to go to his contacts and see what he can find out. She gave him a burner phone."

"We need to find out who killed Roman," Kurt insisted, "She has a right to know. Someone needs to pay for that."

"If we tell her, she'll just kill them," Reade argued.

"No she won't," Kurt denied.

"Kurt you didn't see her." Reade insisted, "She will kill them."

"What are you trying to tell me?" Kurt demanded.

"I know you want to keep the fact that you're onto her a secret, but I can't let her go around New York with FBI credentials torturing people and handing out burner phones."

"Then we need to help her so she doesn't feel like she has to go out on her own." Kurt argued.

"I know you want to trust her," Reade empathized, "But you don't know her."

"I do know her," Kurt insisted.

"How can you say that?" Reade shook his head.

"She chose to be Jane," Kurt reminded him, "After we got her back from the CIA and she learned it was her family responsible, it would have been easier to go back with them, but she didn't. Even when she knew we didn't trust her, she still chose to do the right thing. The hard thing."

"We'll have to talk more about this tomorrow," Reade insisted, "She should be almost home."

Kurt hung up with a heavy heart. He understood Reade's position, but he knew her better than anyone, even better than she did herself.

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Remi opened the door to the apartment quietly, but it didn't matter, Kurt knew the second she was back inside.

His conversation with Reade still playing through his head he laid still as she joined him.

She was trying to find Roman's killer. Suddenly his conversation with Jane came back to him…Remi might not be able to live without her brother…but I can. She wasn't Jane she was Remi and he wasn't her other half right now…Roman was. But Roman was dead.

Once she settled next to him he tried to resist, but he couldn't. Turning toward her he drew her against him and held her. She stiffened at first, but after a moment she relaxed.

"You okay?" He asked his voice low.

"I miss Roman," Remi admitted.

He didn't know which one of them was more surprised at her admission.

"You aren't alone," Kurt assured him, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Remi knew he thought he was talking to Jane, but she was alone. Alone in her grief, alone with her secrets, alone in the world Jane had created.

"Sometimes it feels like it." Remi doesn't know if it's the dark or her desperate need to fill the emptiness Jane created for her, but opening up to Weller felt…right.

"How does your head feel?" Kurt worried, his hand coming up to burrow into her hair and begin rubbing it gently.

"Ahhh," Remi moaned in relief, "It hurts, but not so much when you do that."

Kurt's brown furrowed in concern.

"Are you taking anything?" He worried.

"No," Remi denied, "But I'm used to pain…"

Kurt closed his eyes at that admission. She said it so matter of fact that it hurt his heart. All he wanted to do was protect her and keep her safe, but all he was ever able to do was watch her suffer. He didn't know how she was handling everything that was thrown at her, but he didn't think he could take see her hurting much longer.

"How's your side?" Remi asked him.

"Sore," Kurt admitted, "But it's mending."

"You would say that even if you were gushing out blood," She chided.

That flash of Jane made his breath catch. Pulling back he looked down at her in the darkness.

"What?" Remi shifted against him.

"Nothing," Kurt denied, continuing his administrations.

"I'm really tired," She admitted, her words running together.

"Get some sleep," Kurt insisted, "I've got you."

As she gradually went boneless, his arms didn't loosen and his hands didn't stop. She was more vulnerable now than even when she'd come out of that bag and it was killing him. He didn't know how he was going to protect her from the criminals that wanted her dead, Reade that wanted her secure and her own self destructive tendencies, but he'd find a way. He had too, because no matter what she called herself, she was necessary to him on a fundamental level and he'd do anything to make sure that never changed.

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"What are you doing?" Rich walked in and looked over at Patterson.

"I'm trying to find out who killed Roman," Patterson told him without looking up.

"It was probably Crawford," Rich told her, placing the bag containing her favorite Bagel down in front of her.

"Probably isn't good enough." Patterson insisted, "I need proof."

"You look like you haven't slept in days," Rich noted, "What's the hurry? Roman isn't going to get any deader."

"Remi snuck out last night and is running some side missions," Patterson explained, "Only the law really doesn't mean much to her."

"What'd she do?" Rich sounded intrigued.

"Tortured someone for information on who killed Roman," Patterson finally stopped what she was doing to meet his eyes.

"Well…that's not good," Rich admitted, "Does Reade know?"

"Yeah," Patterson admitted.

"And he didn't arrest her?" Rich was surprised. He loved Reade, but sometimes he had the rule book shoved so high up his…

"No," Patterson interrupted his musings, "But he will if she hurts someone. We can't let that happen."

"So you think the key to keeping Remi in line, is aiding and abetting her efforts to find Roman's killer?" Rich actually smiled in anticipation.

"I wouldn't put it like that," Patterson denied, "But…yeah."

"I'm in." Rich agreed, "Now move out of the way and go eat your Bagel. I've got this."

Patterson did something she wouldn't have believed she'd ever willing do. She stepped aside and let the former Dark web genius take the reins.

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Jane woke up slowly. She smiled before she even opened her eyes.

"This is nice," She murmured he lips nuzzling against Kurt's chest as she spoke. She frowned at the way he stiffened. When he suddenly sat up and cupped her face, looking deeply into her eyes, she blinked up at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" She worried, her hand coming up to settle against his cheek.

When he began to smile, she smiled back in confusion.

"Jane?" Kurt confirmed.

"Kurt?" She returned.

Suddenly he began to rain kisses all over her face.

She laughed at the way his beard tickled her skin.

"How do you feel?" He worried.

"Good," Jane assured him even as she began to frown in confusion.

Kurt watched her realize she was missing time.

"Did something happen?" Jane began to worry, "The baby?"

"Jane," Kurt's eyes closed in pain before he sat back against the headboard and pulled her onto his lap.

"What?" She'd begun to get scared.

"You aren't pregnant," Kurt admitted, the pain of that realization still easily heard in his voice.

Jane remained quiet, knowing there was more.

"Zip…it's been poisoning you," He explained.

"I was never pregnant?" Jane confirmed.

"No," Kurt denied, "Roman was experiencing the same symptoms. He was working on the cure."

"What are the symptoms?" Jane demanded.

"Headache, fatigue, hallucinations, fainting, memory lapses, brain bleed, aneurism," Kurt listed.

"I poisoned Roman?" Jane realized, her stricken gaze meeting his.

"You didn't know," Kurt insisted.

"He did," Jane realized, "That must have been why he was so angry…"

"So you think that Sheppard knew zipping you would kill you?" Kurt demanded.

"I doubt it played any part in her decision to proceed." Jane admitted. "She had to know that Roman was working on a cure…that's what her warning was about. She told me if I kill Roman, then I'd die too."

Kurt's arms tightened around her protectively.

"Roman left his research on the drive he gave you, but not all of it. We need to find the rest of his research so that we can find the cure." Kurt explained.

"Why are you explaining all of this to me now?" Jane held herself very still, afraid that she knew what was coming.

"You passed out," Kurt explained, "When you woke up, you didn't remember being Jane."

"Who was I?" Jane needed for him to say it.

"Remi," Kurt reluctantly admitted.

It was her worst nightmare come to life. She'd always worried that she would turn back into the monster she'd been before.

Kurt watched her face crumble and tears well up in her eyes.

"Did I hurt anyone?" She demanded.

"No," Kurt assured her.

"How long?" Jane needed to know.

"Almost a week." Kurt admitted.

"If you knew I was Remi…" She looked up at Kurt, her panic evident, "Why didn't you lock me up? How could you sleep like this with me, knowing the kind of person I am?"

"I'm not going to lock you up," Kurt denied, "Remi…she's not like you, but she is."

"What do you mean?" Jane shook her head.

"She has a lifetime of pain she has to deal with and none of the support that Jane gets from me or the team, but she isn't evil."

"She's fooling you," Jane worried, "What if you get hurt?"

"It's going to be okay," Kurt reassured her, his lips finding her forehead absently, realizing that he had judged Remi on Roman's actions. Remi wasn't like Roman…

"This is why Roman changed," Jane suddenly realized.

"What?" Kurt focused back on her.

"He was helping us bring down Crawford." Jane reminded him, "He was on our side and then he suddenly changed everything. He tried to kill us…"

"Maybe," Kurt admitted, "We don't have enough of his research to figure out progression…"

"So we have to assume that at some point I'm going to be too dangerous to be around," Jane realized.

"NO!" Kurt denied.

"You need to lock me up," Jane realized, "I'm a danger to people…I'm a danger to you!"

"I'm not doing that," Kurt denied.

"Kurt," Jane sat up and looked him in the eye, "Promise me you'll do whatever it take to keep me from hurting anyone…promise."

Seeing the real fear in her eyes Kurt closed his eyes tightly before he opened them and met her worried gaze, "I promise."

She seemed to wilt against him in relief.

He held her tightly against him, his heart racing. All he wanted was to protect the woman in his arms, but he'd just agreed to protect everyone from her.

Jane pulled back and looked up at him.

"You okay?" Kurt worried.

"I don't want to waste any time," Jane explained before she leaned in and began to kiss him.

Kurt couldn't have agreed more. He didn't know what might happen even ten minutes from now…but he and Jane were together now. She lifted her arms and he divested her of her shirt before he began to pull on his own. The skin to skin contact did so much to sooth his taunt nerves he relished in this moment.

Jane knew her time was limited and didn't want to waste a moment of whatever she had left. Her arms tightened around her husband and she poured all of the love she felt for him into their embrace. They might not have tomorrow, but they had right now.

They didn't waste a moment of it.

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Tasha stood outside Reade's apartment and took a deep breath.

She shouldn't be here and she knew it.

Raising her hand she knocked and waited.

Reade opened the door and looked down at the woman he'd been looking for all week.

"Where have you been?" He demanded, stepping back to let her in.

"I've been away," Tasha admitted.

"Why haven't you been responding to my texts or taking my calls?" Reade worried.

"I just need some time," Tasha insisted.

"What happened with CIA?" Reade asked her.

"Nothing I can tell you," Tasha reminded him.

"Come back to the FBI," Reade insisted, "We need you more now than ever."

"Why?" Tasha frowned up at him, "You brought down Crawford, what's so important?"

"I can't tell you unless you agree to come back," Reade reminded her.

"I can't do that," Tasha said with real regret. She'd chosen her path and he couldn't go on it with her.

"Why are you doing this?" Reade finally asked her.

She didn't answer him.

"I just wanted to come by and let you know I'm going away for a while." Tasha admitted.

"Where to?" Reade held himself very still.

"I just need to find myself," Tasha said vaguely.

"I know who you are," Reade insisted, "Stay here and I'll help you remember."

"I can't." Tasha denied.

"You mean you won't," Reade clarified.

"I'm sorry," Tasha said truthfully.

"I am too," Reade said softly.

Watching her walk over to the door he felt his jaw clench. He didn't know what was going on with her, but he was determined to find out. He let her walk away last time, he wasn't doing it again.