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Three days passed and Kurt had seen flashes of Remi, but he'd gone to bed and woken up each night with Jane. He could easily confess to being completely frustrated with their lack of progress in finding Roman's other hidden drives.
He knew they Patterson and Rich split their time between trying to locate where Tasha was, verify who had actually killed Roman and searching for the person that might have more information on the drives. It wasn't going fast enough. Just last night he and Jane had been cleaning up after their meal and she'd gotten so dizzy she dropped her plate. He could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked up at him.
She'd protested when he scooped her up and held her before moving to the couch and settling her on his lap. What he did know that each time it happened her mind was being attacked by the poison coursing through her system. What he didn't know was what kind of damage it was doing and how long lasting the effect were going to be.
"I'm fine," She had protested her head nestled into the curve of his neck.
He hadn't answered her, because they both knew that wasn't true.
As he headed for the bathroom to start getting ready, but couldn't resist looking at where his wife lay sleeping peacefully. The sight of her mostly on his side of the bed, her wedding ring glinting in the early morning light made him smile. They'd talked about getting a bigger mattress, but he teased her that it didn't matter, because inevitably they would be sleeping on a twin size because she didn't understand the concept of personal space.
She'd teased him back that he loved it.
She was right…he did love that about her. He loved everything about her.
"Why are you staring at me?" Jane asked him, her voice husky.
"You're beautiful," Kurt didn't miss a beat.
"Smooth," Jane said without opening her eyes, "But if you're trying to get lucky, you're a little too far away to be effective.
Kurt moved over and sat back down on the edge of the bed.
"Better," Jane observed, "But I was thinking something a little more…naked."
Kurt chuckled, "As tempting as you always are, I'm going to have to resist."
At that both of Jane's eyes popped open.
"Why?" She asked the obvious question.
"Patterson found something." Kurt admitted.
Jane immediately reached for her phone on the nightstand. "I didn't get anything."
"I told her not to call you," Kurt admitted, "I know you're heads been hurting and you're overtired. I wanted you to get a chance to sleep in."
"It's because of last night, isn't it?" Jane demanded.
"It's because you're sick," Kurt reminded her.
"But if we don't find Roman's research," Jane reminded him, "I'm going to be a lot worse than that."
Kurt knew what she was saying was true, but he couldn't talk about it.
"Sleep in," Kurt encouraged her.
"You wish," Jane scoffed as she threw the covers off and sat up next to him.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" He asked her affectionately.
"I have to try and keep up with my husband," She told him before she gave him a quick peck on his lips and stood up.
He watched her begin to discard her clothing as she moved toward the shower. Seeing his named emblazoned across her back had the predictable effect on him. Maybe he'd been too hasty earlier…his pants hit the floor as he followed his wife to the shower.
Her laughter was slightly triumphant and his was more than a little husky. In their hearts was pure happiness.
So what if they were a little late…
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"It's about time," Rich scolded them when they finally entered the lab.
Jane blushed and Rich looked at Kurt accusingly, "We need to focus here."
"Leave them alone," Patterson insisted as she joined them.
"What'd you find?" Kurt asked her.
"The contact of Roman's we've been tailing made arrangements to meet with someone this morning." She explained.
"Do we know who?" Jane asked her.
"No," Patterson denied, "He used a burner phone."
"How do you know there's a meeting if you didn't listen to the call?" Reade asked them.
"Rich developed a program that can read peoples lips," Patterson explained.
Rich held up his hand and told them, "You're welcome."
"Where's the meet?" Reade ignored Rich's antics.
"A Warehouse on 46th." Patterson explained.
"Is it a business?" Kurt asked her.
"It's abandoned," Patterson denied, "Has been for years."
"We need to get down there and take both of them into custody, see what we can find out." Reade looked at Kurt and Jane. "Are either of you fit to go?"
"Yes," Kurt and Jane answered simultaneously.
"How did I know you were going to say that?" Reade sounded resigned.
"We can do it," Jane insisted.
"Let's gear up," Reade agreed.
Patterson looked over at Rich and they both turned to watch them go with concerned expressions.
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Reade, Kurt and Jane arrived an hour before the meet.
"We need to clear the building, make sure this is just a meeting place and not their base of operations," Kurt told Reade.
"Patterson you've confirmed three points of entry," Reade verified.
"Well," Patterson agreed, "If you don't count all the broken windows and sagging roof."
"I think we should enter together," Kurt argued, "We don't have enough people to ensure a safe breach otherwise."
Jane knew he was making that call because he was concerned about her, but she didn't protest because she knew he was far from 100%.
"Agreed," Reade lead the way to the side door.
Kurt entered first with Jane close on his heels. Reade brought up the rear. They cleared the warehouse with thirty minutes to spare.
"We need to find a safe vantage point," Reade suggested.
"I'll take the rafters," Jane suggested.
"No," Kurt denied, "If you get dizzy and you're too high…"
"I've got the rafters," Reade cut off her argument.
"Fine," Jane tried to be practical, "I'll take the crates by the door."
"I'll head to the office that overlooks the warehouse floor." Kurt shared a hard look with Jane before he moved to his vantage point.
She watched him go with a worried frown before she went to get into position.
"I have movement," Patterson warned them, "Someone came early."
"Where?" Kurt worried.
"A car pulled up to the door closest to Jane," Patterson explained, "Whoever's inside is waiting."
"What if they don't come inside at all?" Rich asked them, "The meet could happen out front."
"Call for backup," Reade told Rich, "But have them wait until we verify we have the right people. If they don't come into the warehouse, stop them from leaving."
"We're on it," Patterson assured him, her fingers flying over the keys.
"We have a second car," Patterson reported.
"First guys getting out," Rich warned.
"He's coming in the side door," Patterson warned Jane.
Jane moved further into the shadows facing the door.
The door opened and a man walked in carrying a canvas bag. He looked around, but it was apparent that he'd used this location before, because he only gave the building a cursory glance before moving to the center of the vast open space.
It was several tense minutes later before the outer door opened once again. The man that appeared this time had on a hooded jacket with the hood pulled down to hide his face. He moved more cautiously.
"I've got your stuff," The man called to him.
The second man didn't respond, but stayed in the doorway, scanning the building.
"You have my money?" The first man asked him impatiently.
Jane moved silently to get a better vantage point. She hoped that she could verify if the leather case the second man was carrying was some type of weapon.
Just as she got into position, he looked over at the crates and a shaft of light briefly highlighted part of his face. Jane gasped in astonishment, because she knew that face.
He turned toward the involuntary sound she made and the room around her began to spin. Before she could even lift her gun, the transformation happened. Where Jane had been crouched, Remi now hid.
The first man turned toward the sound and lifted up his weapon.
"No!" The second man warned him and the weapon turned toward him.
"Is this a double cross?" The first man screamed.
Remi didn't know what was going on or how she'd come to be here, but she knew one thing, the FBI had lied.
Before the first man could pull the trigger, Remi was on her feet and shooting. Her aim was true and the weapon fell from his now useless hand on onto the dirty floor.
"Freeze!" Kurt called from the balcony, backing her up.
Jane turned toward the man with the leather case and began to run toward him.
Reade assumed that Jane had seen something they couldn't, but as they watched, she tackled the man and seemed to be shielding him from…them.
"What's going on?" Kurt demanded.
Jane didn't answer him.
"You need to get out of here," Jane told the man, while he looked up at her in shock.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"We don't have time for this," Remi insisted, "We have to go…now."
"Remi?" The man verified.
"Roman, stop playing games…" She said impatiently.
He looked up at her, "I need his case."
Remi looked at the bag lying next to the man she'd shot.
"I'll get it," She assured him, "But you need to go!"
He didn't argue. She watched him head toward the door and she sprinted for the case.
"Did he get away?" Reade demanded heading toward the door.
"Yeah," Remi confirmed before she took out her cuffs and restrained the man she'd shot.
Kurt reached the ground floor just as her hand closed around the handles of the bag.
"Are you okay?" He worried, visually checking her for injuries.
"I'm fine," She dismissed, "I think he had an accomplice that went out the front."
Kurt immediately headed in that direction. Remi didn't waste any time, she ripped off the FBI vest and unclipped her weapon before she lifted the bag up she headed for the only clear path out.
By the time Reade and Kurt returned the only person waiting was the subject they'd been following.
"What just happened?" Reade demanded.
Kurt looked down at the vest and realized just how symbolic it was. She'd shed all of her FBI gear…
"She's gone," Kurt realized with his heart racing.
"And she took the bag," Reade realized.
"We have to find her," Kurt worried.
"We need to wait," Reade denied, "See where she leads us."
"We don't know what she's doing," Kurt argued, "She could get herself killed!"
"Or kill someone else," Reade worried.
"She's not going to do that," Kurt insisted.
Reade simply shook his head at Weller's unfaltering belief in his wife.
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Remi left the warehouse, but had no idea how to find her brother. Roman had left her. She hoisted the bag on her back and knew the second the FBI realized what she'd done, they'd be after her. Even as she walked away, she felt fraught with emotion. Roman was alive…she laughed in relief, but that meant Kurt had been lying to her. She'd begun to trust him. What else was he lying about? Everything?
As she was walking she thought of all her interactions with Kurt and the team since she'd woken up.
She stopped abruptly when she thought of Patterson. She hadn't been taking blood at all, Remi realized. She'd been planting a tracker. The thought whispered through her mind, but she knew she was right. She also knew she couldn't look for Roman until she disabled the device. She couldn't remove it, but she could deactivate it.
The bag was slowing her down. She canvased the area and found a hiding place to store it. It only took a moment and once she was free from that encumbrance she was able to move much faster. She knew what she needed and she knew where to find it. As the distance between her and the FBI widened, she felt her anxiety increase. Why she felt that way when she knew she couldn't trust them was a mystery.
She found what she was looking for several blocks later. The police officer was sitting in his car eating lunch. She walked over and busted out his side window. As she expected he came out of his car, Taser ready.
"Hands up!" He warned her, "Or I'm going to knock you on your ass!"
She looked at the way he was holding the weapon and turned to ensure he hit her where she needed him to and then she smiled and shot him the finger.
His weapon discharged and she felt the jolt travel all through her body. As she was falling she heard him calling for backup, but that wasn't part of her plan. As he came to cuff her she lay motionless and waited, when he reached for her she moved. He hadn't been expecting it and she was able to knock him unconscious fairly easily. She reached down and removed his service weapon before turning away. She didn't kill him, why would she? He'd done what she needed him to do and he'd armed her. Why shouldn't he live? Walking calmly away she passed the police cars converging and didn't give them a second glance.
Now she just need to find her brother…
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