I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…

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Okay, I'm updating early because of the cliffhanger. I've been called evil (Insert evil laugh here), but I'm not really. Well okay, I usually hide it better! Anyhoo, here you go…

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Kurt and Reade rejoined Patterson and Rich, scowls on their faces.

"Tell us what happened," Kurt turned to Patterson for answers.

"Something obviously triggered Remi," Rich told them.

"We know that," Kurt growled, "But something made her run."

"Not something," Patterson denied, "Someone."

"Could you identify the second man?" Reade asked the two.

"I'm running a program scanning traffic cams." Patterson told them, "It's almost cycled through."

"You think we might be able to make and ID on the driver?" Reade verified.

"We hope so," Rich shared a look with Patterson.

"What else?" Kurt was watching them with a worried expression.

"Jane…Remi was able to disable her tracker." Patterson explained, watching Kurt with a worried expression.

"How'd she even know about it?" Kurt demanded.

"I don't know," Patterson shook her head, "Either she figured it out or she always knew."

"How'd she do it?" Reade demanded.

"Actually," Rich became more animated, "It was pretty cool."

"Rich," Patterson scolded him.

"Tell me," Kurt held himself stiffly as he waited.

"She assaulted a police officer," Rich explained, "Want to watch the video?"

"Is he okay?" Reade demanded.

"She didn't hurt him," Patterson said, trying to reassure Kurt.

"She wanted him to use his Taser," Kurt realized.

"Man," Rich looked over at him with new respect, "It's like you two share one mind."

"Did it work?" Kurt ignored Rich's comment.

"Yes," Patterson admitted.

"Were you able to follow her using traffic cams?" Kurt grasped.

"For a little way," Patterson admitted, "But she headed for the park…and we lost her."

"She has a warrant out on her?" Reade confirmed.

"Yeah," Rich admitted, "Damaging public property and assaulting a Police Officer."

"Get rid of it," Reade told them.

Kurt looked over at him in surprise.

"You were right," Reade told him, "She could have killed the Officer, but she didn't. If you think she can still be saved, we're with you."

Kurt had to turn away to contain his emotions at that show of faith.

Patterson was looking at Reade with approval when her computer announced the cycle was complete.

"It's done," She moved over and pulled up the results.

Kurt, Reade and Rich joined her.

"Did you capture his image?" Kurt demanded.

"We have a hit," Patterson agreed, opening the file.

They all looked down at the image that was revealed.

"Is that…Roman?" Reade looked over at Kurt for confirmation.

Kurt was shaking his head and looking down at the image in disbelief.

"That can't be right," He argued. "Roman's dead."

"Not according to this picture," Rich denied, "He was alive as of 11:12 this morning."

"How is this possible?" Patterson looked at the others in disbelief.

"He must have faked his own death to throw us off," Kurt insisted.

"Or Jane lied." Rich suggested.

"She didn't lie," Kurt insisted.

"Kurt," Patterson was watching him in concern, "You know how important he is to her…she might have lied to protect him."

"She didn't lie," Kurt insisted.

"Well," Reade argued, "This explains why Remi ran off."

"She believes we lied," Kurt realized.

"And we placed a tracking device on her," Rich reminded them, "That would piss me off…come to think of it…you haven't done that to me, have you?"

They all ignored him.

"Have you?" He was watching them with suspicion.

"No Rich," Reade said with long suffering patience, "We haven't."

"Okay," Rich agreed, but made silent plans to check for himself later.

"She didn't meet up with Roman," Patterson said in a puzzled voice.

"Show us the video," Reade told Rich.

"Why?" Patterson asked with a worried look over at Kurt.

"It might tell us something," Reade insisted.

Reluctantly Patterson did as he requested.

Kurt watched, his jaw clenched tight as the woman he needed above all others taunted a man with a gun. He could have shot her was all he could think as he watched the scene unfold. He flinched when she was hit with the Taser. Watching her fall to the street he worried that she might have hit her head.

"She doesn't have the bag," Reade looked over at Kurt.

Kurt turned his attention from Jane to her surroundings and realized he was right.

"She might have passed it off before this," Rich suggested.

"If Roman had waited for her," Patterson denied, "She would have gone with him."

"Not if she knew we were tracking her," Kurt denied.

"So you think she did this with the plan to meet up with Roman later?" Reade asked.

"I don't know," Kurt rubbed his hand over his face. How had everything gone so wrong? His morning had started off in the best way possible and it wasn't much past mid-day and he'd already lost track of the only person he couldn't do without. She was out there, doing who knows what, possibly with someone he thought was dead. Nothing made any sense and he had no idea what to do next.

Seeing the defeat that he didn't even try to hide, Patterson felt tears fill her eyes. He was depending on them and she wasn't going to let him down.

"We're going to find her," She promised him.

Kurt acknowledged her pledge before he abruptly turned away…he needed a moment.

Watching him go the team shared a worried look.

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Remi had nowhere to go.

She entered the park knowing it would help her disappear, but once she was inside, she realized it didn't really matter.

Her brother as alive, but he'd left her. The man she'd begun to trust had lied. The life she lived before was gone and she couldn't remember this life.

That left her precisely nowhere.

Suddenly she saw a little girl running across the park. He little legs pumping like mad chasing a dog bigger than she was. She watched in fascination and suddenly a conversation came back to her.

Bethany…was going to get a dog.

Kurt's daughter's face floated through her mind and her eyes closed in pain. She'd never met Bethany, but suddenly she could see her chasing butterflies and negotiating for a cookie. She was so like Kurt…

Remi stood up abruptly. She didn't have time for Jane right now. She needed to find her brother and if he was alive and in love with Blake…he might be with her. She just needed to find Blake. Turning away from Jane's memories she made her way further into the park, the little girl's happy laughter following after her.

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"Where do we start looking?" Rich asked Patterson.

"Blake was in South Africa," Patterson reminded him.

"That's right!" Rich said in excitement.

"So you think she was there to stage Roman's death?" Reade clarified.

"She loves him, so it makes sense that she would help him." Patterson insisted.

"Do we know where she is?" Reade demanded.

"She wasn't hard to find," Rich admitted, "She's been making headlines with her takeover of her Father's company."

"Take over?" Reade looked puzzled, "Isn't she just assuming power?"

"Ahhh…no," Rich denied, pulling up the articles.

"Tycoons Daughter Cleaning House, Stock's Plummet with Change of Board, Blake Crawford Shakes up Wall Street." Reade looked over at Rich after reading the headlines.

"She fired her entire Board of Directors?" Reade shook his head.

"She's getting rid of everyone associated with her Father," Patterson explained.

"That's good…isn't it?" Reade asked them.

"We don't know," Patterson admitted.

"So where is she now?" Kurt asked from the doorway. Nobody commented on his shuttered expression.

"She's staying at her Father's Penthouse on 6th." Reade told them.

"How do you know that?" Rich looked at him in surprised.

"You were looking for Tasha," Patterson realized.

"Did you find her?" Rich asked him.

"No," Reade denied.

"Let's go talk to her," Kurt suggested.

"Let's go," Reade agreed.

The day had gone steadily downhill and Patterson watched them leave with a worried expression. Why couldn't they catch a break?

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Jane stood before the door of the woman her brother loved. Knowing that the single piece of wood might separate her from the brother she'd been mourning made her hand tremble as she raised it up to knock.

It wasn't long before it was opened by a person she could only assume was a bodyguard.

"How did you gain access to this floor?" The man demanded, reaching for his weapon.

Remi didn't hesitate, she advanced and before his gun could clear its holster she was on him. Seconds later she had two weapons. She held one in each hand and entered the suite.

"What's going on?" The woman she knew as Blake Crawford walked out from the bedroom.

"Where's my brother?" Jane demanded, gun held steady.

"Who's you're brother?" Blake demanded.

"Roman…" Jane told her impatiently, "I know you're helping him."

Blake's expression changed.

"I don't know anyone named Roman," Blake denied.

"You're lying," Remi told her.

"Drop the gun," Tasha warned her from behind, her gun held steady.

Jane turned until she had a weapon pointed at both Tasha and Blake.

"That's not happening," Remi told her.

"What are you doing?" Tasha didn't want to give away that they knew each other, but the last thing she wanted to do was shoot Jane.

"Looking for Roman," Remi told her.

"He's dead," Tasha reminded her.

"You're lying," Remi insisted.

"She's not," Blake denied, "I shot him."

Remi's eyes turned toward her, her hostility evident.

"Remi...drop the gun," Reade told her from the doorway.

Tasha looked over at Reade in shock…"Remi?"

Kurt ignored everyone and held up his hands and approached Remi.

"Don't come any closer!" Remi insisted, the gun she had trained on Tasha turning in his direction.

"We're here to help you," Kurt told her, his eyes scanning her for injuries.

"You're lying!" Remi argued, "I trusted you!"

Her hand began to tremble.

"I'm not lying," Kurt denied, "We don't know what's going on, but we'll figure it out together."

Reade watched Tasha cautiously move closer to Remi while Kurt held her attention. He wanted to warn her, but he could only watch.

Picking up one of the statues from the table she swung it, hitting Remi on the back of the head. She went down and Kurt rushed over to her side.

"Why didn't you shoot her?" Blake demanded, looking at Tasha strangely.

"FBI," Reade didn't lower his gun, instead he pulled out his cuffs and advised them, "I'm taking you in for questioning."

Tasha said nothing as Reade clamped on the cuffs. Blake said plenty.

"You have no right…" She began her tirade.

He ignored her while he communicated with Patterson, "We need an ambulance."

"What happened?" She demanded while Rich dispatched the paramedics.

"We found Jane," Reade told her, "She's out."

"She fainted?" Patterson worried.

"Knocked unconscious by one of the suspects," Reade advised, not meeting Tasha's eyes.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?" Blake finally asked him.

Looking between her and Tasha Reade told her truthfully, "I have no idea."

Tasha looked away.

"You're going to be sorry," Blake warned him.

Reade didn't respond.

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Kurt went with Jane to the hospital. He insisted on riding in the back with her and couldn't seem to release her. The paramedic worked around him while he held her hand so tightly his fingers were white.

He didn't know how he was going to convince her to listen and even if she did, he had no idea what to say.

The fact that she remained unconscious worried him. Tasha had hit her hard and although he was relieved she hadn't shot her, he worried what this would do to Jane's already fragile brain.

The arrived at the hospital and the staff tried to separate them, but he used his badge to ensure that didn't happen.

"How long as she been out?" The Doctor asked Kurt.

"Twelve minutes," Kurt said precisely.
He checked her pupils. "Looks like a concussion."

He rolled her to the side and inspected the back of her head. "We have some bleeding, but she won't need stitches."

Kurt listened silently, his eyes glued to Jane's still features. He just wanted her to wake up. He needed to see those eyes open again. He didn't care who was staring back at him, all parts of her were precious.

"The nurse is going to get her cleaned up and I'm going to send her for tests to make sure there's no internal damage." He continued.

"When will she wake up?" Kurt worried.

"I can't tell you that," The Doctor looked up at him with a serious expression, "But she will wake up."

Kurt nodded his head in relief, fighting the moisture in his eyes. She would wake up.

As he accompanied her to get the test done and then get settle in her room he kept of that repeating that reassurance inside his head…she will wake up…

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Reade separated Blake and Tasha.

Blake immediately asked for her lawyer.

Reade entered the room with Tasha. He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down.

Neither one of them looked at the other.

"You want to explain what's going on?" Reade finally asked her.

"After I lost my job," Tasha told him, "I got a new one."

"Is that right?" Reade nodded looking at her intently.

"What did you want me to say?" Tasha asked him.

"I know you were in South Africa," Reade told her bluntly, "Did you kill Roman?"

"From what his sister was saying, Roman is still alive," Tasha hedged.

"Stop playing games!" Reade exploded, "You are ruining the lives of the people that believed in you…who loved you."

Tasha had no answer for that.

"Did you kill Roman?" He repeated.
"No," Tasha denied, "But I know he's dead."

Reade pulled a picture out of the file in front of him, "Then explain this."

Tasha looked down at the picture he gave her.

"When was this taken?" She demanded, he eyes jerking up to meet his.

"This morning." Reade admitted.

"That's not possible," Tasha denied, "Why did you call Jane Remi?"

"That's not how this works," Reade told her.

"How do you expect me to help," Tasha argued, "If you don't tell me?"

"How do you expect me to trust you when you've been lying to us since the Gala?" Reade returned pointedly.

Tasha fell silent.

"I can sit here all day," He warned her.

"How's Jane?" Tasha worried.

"I don't know," Reade admitted, "You hit her pretty hard."

Tasha closed her eyes in remorse.
"I thought she was going to shoot Weller." Tasha finally admitted.

"Tasha," Reade implored her, "Tell me what's going on."

"I can't," She whispered.

"You won't," Reade rebutted.

Watching him push back the chair and leave, Tasha locked down her emotions. She knew this wasn't going to be easy, but she didn't realize it would be this hard.