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Kurt sat with Remi all night. He waited for the moment when she would open her eyes and he could breathe again. As the hours passed, he'd begun to doubt.

Patterson kept calling and he'd promised her he would let her know as soon as there was any change.

He hadn't asked about Tasha, or asked her if she'd found any leads on Roman. He didn't even care about the repercussions of Remi's actions. All he wanted…all he needed was to be sure she was okay.

It happened just after 4 in the morning. Her eyes opened and she turned toward him and looked at him without any recognition.

Sitting forward, her hand tight within his own, he worried, "Are you okay?"

She didn't answer right away, but her eyes grew wide and she looked around the room in fear.

"Where am I?" She asked him, her voice small.

"The hospital," Kurt told her, "You were hit on the head."

Suddenly her eyes welled up with tears and his breath caught as they begun to spill over, "Where's my mom?" She asked him.

Kurt froze before he asked her, "Alice?"

When she nodded his eyes closed and he accepted there wouldn't be any answers about Roman or the missing bag right now.

Standing up he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled he gently into his arms.

"It's okay Alice," He reassured her, "I've got you."

"Don't send me back there," She whispered against his chest.

"I won't send you back," Kurt assured her.

"Where's Ian?" Alice asked him.

"I don't know," Kurt told her truthfully.

"I have to find him!" Alice began to shake, "He needs me…he's not strong enough on his own. I have to help him…"

Kurt listened to the desperation in Alice's voice and suddenly realized just what Jane had given up.

Roman had been their enemy, but long before that he been Alice's only hope. He was her reason for continuing to fight and her driving force. She'd turned her back on that for them…for him. Looking at the despair on her face he'd realized now, when it was too late, the price had been too high.

He didn't know if Jane had helped Roman escape, but if she had he didn't blame her.

"We'll find him," Kurt assured her and when they did, he'd do whatever it took to help them both. He regretted he hadn't done it sooner.

"I'm scared." Alice admitted.

"I am too," Kurt told her.

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Patterson hung up the phone and sank down in her chair exhausted.

"Was that Weller?" Rich asked her walking up and handing her coffee.

"Yes," Patterson admitted.

"Is Jane awake?" Rich asked her.

"Sort of," Patterson agreed.

"What…is she still Remi?" Rich asked impatiently.

"She's…Alice." Patterson told him.

"Who's Alice?" Rich asked in confusion.

"It was the name Jane was born with." Patterson reminded him.

"So she thinks she's an infant?" Rich asked her.

"She thinks she's still in the orphanage," Patterson admitted.

"But…that's terrible," Rich worried, "They tortured those children."

"I know," Patterson agreed.

"How are we going to find the bag!" Rich suddenly realized.

"I don't know," Patterson said in frustration.

"Okay…okay…" he soothed her. "We'll figure this out, but not tonight. I think you should go home and get some sleep."

"I'm fine," Patterson argued.

"You're not," Rich insisted, "This isn't going to end any time soon. You need to stay sharp and you can't do that on coffee alone. Go home."

"Fine," Patterson knew he was right, but she still resisted.

"We're going to figure this out," Rich assured her.

"We don't have a lot of time," Patterson worried.

"Then we'll make every minute count," Rich insisted.

"Thanks Rich," Patterson told him as she turned to go.

"Anytime," Rich called to her retreating back.

Once she was gone he turned and picked up her coffee drank it down. He might have convinced her that they could do it, but he'd seen too much go wrong to believe it himself. They didn't have enough time, enough intel, or enough resources…even as he began to type he figured sleep was overrated.

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Kurt watched Alice sleep and couldn't help but notice her agitation, even now.

I worked in an Orphanage just out of grad school, Dr. Sun's words came back to haunt him, "In the nursery it was silent. The children were never picked up when they cried, so eventually they stopped crying forever…

She started to moan and Kurt reached for her hand. Just as he touched her, she pulled her hand free and bolted upright. She looked right through him before she vaulted over the side of the bed and crawled toward the corner of the room. Her breath was choppy and her gaze panicked.

"Don't touch me!" She told him, raising her hands up to cover her head.

Watching her crouch in the corner, Kurt thought he might be physically ill. Jane had been vulnerable, Remi almost more so, but Alice…she was broken. It hurt his chest watching her wanting to defend herself, but not knowing how.

He was suddenly glad Crawford was dead. He wished he could have been the one that killed him.

"Alice," Kurt walked carefully over to her and crouched down, "It's okay…I'm not going to hurt you."

She clearly didn't believe him, but he kept his distance and didn't try to touch her. Instead he sat on the floor next to her and began to tell him about Bethany. He could see that she was listening and he even saw her hands relax their vigil and fall to her sides. He talked for a long time and she eventually succumbed to sleep right there on the floor in the corner of the room. Resting his head against the wall Kurt let the tears he'd been fighting all night fall. He'd thought he knew his wife, but he'd been wrong, there was so much more to her than he realized. So much pain she hadn't shared. He was amazed at just how far she'd come with everything she'd had to endure. It made the empathy that she always felt for others that much more extraordinary.

She humbled him. Picking her up off the floor he walked over to the bed and tucked her in safely with a newfound respect for her struggles and a heart brimming with love.

After a minute he reached for his phone and started dialing, when it was answered he told the person on the other end of the line, "I need your help…"

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Reade had to cut Tasha and Blake loose. The Crawford name carried clout and even though Blake had changed law firms, the one that arrived to defend her was one of the best in the city.

Reade had nothing to hold her on and everyone knew it.

He didn't regret bringing her in, even though it had more to do with gaining access to Tasha than it had trying to get Blake to talk.

That had been a bust too. Tasha had been maddening. He'd gone from seeing her as someone he could trust with his deepest secrets to someone he didn't know at all.

He'd watched her walk out without so much as a backward glance and he'd know that the person that he'd been looking for was gone. For whatever reason, Tasha had chosen to side with Blake and no wishing it were different was going to change that.

Picking up his jacket he left the NYO with only a few hours before the sun rose again. Heading home he felt bone deep weariness overtake him. It was the first time since he'd put on the badge that he began to wonder if it was all worth it.

Opening up his apartment door he threw his coat over the kitchen stool and took three more steps before she said anything.

"It's going to get creased," She chided.

Reade froze before he looked over to see Tasha sitting on his bed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her as he walked over to join her.

"I wanted to explain," Tasha admitted.

"I gave you that chance," Reade reminded her, "You didn't seem so eager to talk earlier."
"I couldn't talk to you then," Tasha denied, "Too many ears."

"So you're undercover?" Reade confirmed.

"Yes," Tasha agreed, "The CIA knew that Crawford was the head of his corrupt organization, but he was hardly the only one."

"So you're going after his whole organization?" Reade confirmed.

"Not only them," Tasha explained, "We're also trying to guide Blake into turning that company legit."

"That's a stretch," Reade noted.

"She didn't know about her Father's side interests until after he died," Tasha insisted.

"What about Roman?" Reade asked her, "Is he in on this too?"

"I don't know what to tell you about Roman," Tasha insisted, "He's dead. I saw Blake shoot him."

"So you were there," Reade turned to face her.

"I was there," Tasha admitted.

"Did you give Roman up to win over Blake's trust?" Reade asked the question that troubled him the most.

"Yes," Tasha admitted.

"He was Jane's brother," Reade protested.

"He'd also had us kidnapped, sold us on the dark web and tried to have all of us killed," Tasha reminded him.

"He was sick," Reade told her, "He was being poisoned by zip."

Tasha's eyes closed at that piece of information. Jane was never going to forgive her.

"Does that mean that Jane…" Tasha suddenly connected the dots.

"Is dying," Reade finished for her.

"Poor Kurt!" Tasha groaned, "Is there a cure?"

"Roman was working on a cure when he died." Reade explained.
"So in giving up Roman," Tasha realized, "I gave Jane a death sentence."

Reade wanted to reassure her, but that's exactly what she'd inadvertently done.

"I need to go," Tasha admitted, standing up and heading over to the door.

"You have backup…right?" Reade worried.

"No," Tasha denied.

"You do now," Reade insisted.

Tasha looked over at his serious expression and felt a sad smile break out. Walking back over to him she went up on the toes and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Thanks," She whispered.

Resting his forehead on hers he answered back, "I trust you."

"Maybe you shouldn't," Tasha forced herself to be honest.

"You won't let us down," Reade said with certainty.

"I wish I had your faith," Tasha said as she turned back toward the door.

"I have enough for both of us," Reade assured her.

She looked back over her shoulder before she opened the door and left.

He watched her go before walking over and reaching into ho his briefcase. He pulled out the device that could track the bug he'd slipped inside her purse and watched her as she left the building.

He rubbed his face and headed for the bathroom. Tomorrow would bring a whole new set of obstacles. No amount of sleep would change that…

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Kurt held Alice's hand as they left the hospital.

She watched the city in wonder and he watched her.

When they arrived back and the NYO they headed straight for Patterson's lab.

Rich looked up as they entered and his eyes were watchful.

"Rich," Kurt introduced them, "This is Alice. She's going to help us find her brother."

"It's nice to meet you Alice," Rich walked over toward her, "I got you something."

Kurt looked down at the bag Rich picked up in suspicion.

Rich ignored him and reached inside before he pulled out a doll.

Alice looked down at his offering and a big smile broke out. She reached for the doll and held it tightly against her chest.

Kurt was watching Rich with one of his rare approving expressions.

"Stop it," Rich muttered, "You're creeping me out."

Kurt smiled at that.

Just then the door opened and Patterson walked in. She stopped at the sight of Kurt and…Alice.

"Hi," She walked over to Alice slowly, "I'm Patterson."

"Alice," She said holding the doll tightly.

"I like your doll," Patterson told her.

"Thanks," Alice looked over at Rich, "He gave it to me."

Patterson looked over at Rich in surprise, "He did?"

"Zip it," Rich didn't look at her, "See what I did there?" And just like that things were back to normal.

That lasted for about twenty minutes. Suddenly the security alarm began to sound and the team looked at each other in confusion.

"What's going on?" Reade demanded as he joined them.

"We have a security breach," Patterson explained, pulling up the security cameras.

Everything appeared to be normal until she pulled up the elevator. There, looking up at the camera, was Roman.

"How'd he get in here?" Kurt demanded.

"I don't know," Patterson denied.

"More importantly," Rich said, "What is he doing here?"

"One way to find out," Kurt said turning toward the elevator.

"Be careful!" Patterson called to him.

He didn't respond.

Reade started after him and Patterson and Rich moved Alice to a more secure location.

"This family is full of surprises," Rich told her.

"Not all of them welcome," Patterson admitted.

"Hey," Rich insisted, "I give them a ten for never being boring."

Patterson couldn't argue with that.