I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…
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I was going to wait to post this later, because I really won't get a chance to write today, but I woke up early and why not? Everyone that was going to read the last chapter has probably already read it...right? Okay, I know I can't keep up this pace, but the story is so clear in my mind right now I can't resist sharing it. Hope you enjoy.
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Kurt arrived home with Reade in tow.
"Reade!" Sara said with a little laugh, "You're looking good."
He gave her a hug and told her, "Thanks, it's good to see you."
"Where's Alice?" Kurt worried.
"She said she was tired," Sara told him, "Went to lay down about an hour ago."
"I'm going to go check on her," Kurt told them before he turned toward their bedroom.
Watching him go, Reade and Sara fell into an awkward silence.
"You want to play?" Sawyer asked Reade, breaking the tension.
"Yeah," Reade agreed, "This is the newest version."
"You're right!" Sawyer told him impressed. Just that quickly the bond formed.
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Kurt opened to door quietly, not wanting to disturb her. When he saw that the bed was empty, his heart accelerated and he moved further into the room, checking the floor.
When he didn't see her he moved over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. When there was no response, he cracked the door partially opened and called, "Alice?"
"You can come in Kurt," Was the response.
"Jane?" Kurt asked in relief, opening the door fully,
When he got a look at her, his elation dampened. She was sitting in the bath tub, eyes awash with tears.
"What's wrong?" He worried, kneeling down next to the tub.
"It happened again…didn't it?" Jane asked him.
"Yeah," Kurt admitted.
"I held a gun on you." Jane confirmed.
"You didn't use it," Kurt assured her.
"I could have," Jane insisted.
"Do you remember?" Kurt cupped her cheek and wiped the tears away.
"Only that," Jane admitted, "I guess it was a little traumatic. What else did I do?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," Kurt insisted.
"Don't lie to me," Jane pleaded, "I need to know."
"You took a bag from the drop and hid it somewhere in a 10 block radius. We need that bag."
"Why would I even do that?" Jane demanded.
"This time you had a trigger." Kurt explained.
"What kind of trigger?" Jane worried.
"The man meeting our target…he was Roman's twin brother Ivan."
"What?" Jane actually shook her head in disbelief. "Roman didn't have a twin…did he?"
"According to Patterson, he did." Kurt admitted.
"He looks just like Roman?" Jane felt her lip tremble.
"Exactly," Kurt admitted, "He's the one Roman sought out to help him with the cure."
"Is he here?" Jane asked looking over toward the door. She could hear someone talking in the other room.
"No," Kurt denied, "Reade, Sara and Sawyer are in the living room."
"Sara and Sawyer are here?" Jane was stunned.
"I called them for help when I realized you were Alice." Kurt admitted.
"I was…Alice," Jane repeated. "For how long?"
"Just a couple of days." Kurt assured her.
"Why are you still here?" Jane finally blurted out, "I only ever bring you pain."
"That's not true!" Kurt denied his voice adamant, "All my best moments are with you."
Jane closed her eyes at that pronouncement.
"I love you," She told him when she opened her eye and met his.
He cupped her face gently, "And I love you…every one of you."
"Even Remi?" Jane said doubtfully.
"Even Remi," Kurt admitted with an ironic smile.
"I guess I should get out so I can go meet Ivan," Jane realized.
"Need any help?" Kurt asked with raised eyebrows.
"Better not," Jane denied with a little laugh.
"Spoilsport," Kurt chided, "I'm going to let the others know you're back."
She nodded and stood up, reaching for the towel she took a deep breath. A man that looked like Roman…but wasn't. She didn't know if she was ready for this, but at the same time she kept getting flashes in her mind of what she could now only assume was Roman's twin.
Quickly drying off she didn't waste any time joining the others.
Sara's tearful hug made Jane weepy and Kurt had to pry them apart so that Sawyer could get one. Jane laughed when he asked if she though Alice would be back soon because she was really great at his new game.
"I'll play with you later," Kurt assured him.
Kurt took Jane's hand and they headed toward the door with a chorus of good lucks following after them.
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Jane was nervous and excited at the same time. After watching Roman die…she was afraid that seeing Ivan she would break down.
"It's going to be okay," Kurt assured her, his hand tightening on hers even as his arm went around her shoulders.
"Does he act like Roman?" Jane worried.
"No," Kurt denied, "You seem to be his main concern."
The doors to the lab opened and Jane caught her breath at the first sight of Ivan. Her lips smiled but her eyes were awash with tears.
"I didn't think this day would ever come," Ivan told her, closing the distance between them.
Jane felt Kurt's arm drop away and without conscious thought her feet carried her to her brother's side. He lifted her up in a bear hug and she clung to him with arms that trembled.
"I know you don't remember me," He whispered in her ear, "But I remember you. I'm going to help you. I promise."
"Roman's dead," Jane told him and their eyes met as they both tried to deal with their pain.
"But he didn't die in vain," Ivan insisted, "We made a lot of progress trying to find the cure. It's because of him that we have this chance."
"You look just like him," Jane cupped his cheek and studied him with a little frown.
"We were twins," Ivan reminded her.
"But you lived your lives apart," Jane argued, "Physically you're the same, you sound the same, how is that possible?"
"Roman and I spent a lot of time together over the past couple of years. I guess we rubbed off on each other."
"I didn't remember you," Jane said, embarrassed to admit that.
"You had your memory erased." Ivan reminded her.
"When Roman died," Jane pulled back and looked up at him, "You could have been done with all of this, why did you keep trying?"
"You're my sister," Ivan told her simply, "I love you and Roman asked me to promise not to give up."
Jane closed her eyes trying to get control of her emotions. Ivan pulled her back against him tightly with a little laugh.
Kurt was watching on with an indulgent smile, but Patterson's face was full of concern.
Ivan caught her eye over Jane's shoulder and gave her a reassuring wink.
She turned away with a shuttered expression and Ivan's smile got bigger. Taunting her was going to be fun he realized.
Pulling back Ivan told Jane, "I have a shot to give you. It should slow down the progression. You won't lose all your symptoms, but your headaches will get better and you won't faint."
"That means I can continue going out in the field with you," Jane looked over at Kurt with a hopeful expression.
He always wanted her with him, there was nobody he trusted more, but he would be lying if the thought of Ivan experimenting on her didn't make him nervous.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Kurt worried.
"I wouldn't say safe," Ivan denied, "I would say necessary."
"Patterson?" Kurt looked to her for reassurance.
"The properties he's giving should combine to provide her relief from her symptoms, but it's not a cure and it's not dangerous in these doses. "
"We have to try," Jane told Kurt.
He nodded his reluctant agreement and watched as Ivan prepared the syringe.
"This might hurt," He warned her.
Kurt claimed her free hand and Jane nodded to Ivan to proceed.
It was over in moments and she suddenly felt dizzy. She could almost feel the medicine coursing through her system.
Kurt's arm went around her as though he knew. She leaned into him, hiding her face in his neck until the world stopped spinning.
"I should have warned you," Ivan said with an apology in his voice, "It packs quiet a kick."
"I'm okay," Jane assured him without removing her face from Kurt's neck.
His hand came up to support her head and she melted against him thankfully.
In less than a minute her headache began to subside and the spinning stopped.
"Is it getting better?" Ivan confirmed.
"I do feel better," Jane admitted, "Will I still go back and forth between Remi and Alice?"
"I'm not sure," Ivan admitted, "Roman had all of his memories, so he wasn't experiencing the symptoms the same way you are. I don't have enough information yet to hazard a guess."
Kurt looked down to gauge Jane's physical health for himself. She met his eyes with a rueful smile, knowing just what he was doing.
He let some of his tension ease when he saw the pain she'd been trying to hide no longer in her eyes.
"You're good?" He verified.
"I'm good," Jane confirmed.
"Now what?" Kurt looked between Ivan and Patterson.
"We still need to find my research," Ivan reminded them.
"I don't know what I did with it," Jane said with remorse.
"Why don't Jane and I go back and walk the area," Kurt suggested, "Maybe being there will help her remember."
"Good idea," Patterson agreed, "Just stay in touch, if we find a way to narrow down the search, we'll let you know."
Ivan watched them go before turning to Patterson.
"Keeping your suspicions to yourself is killing you…isn't it?" Ivan asked her.
"They're my family Patterson insisted, we might not be blood related, but I would do anything for them."
"I'm not Roman," Ivan insisted.
"Save it," Patterson told him, "I know you're good at manipulation, I've seen you do it time and again, but it won't work with me. Science is absolute and no amount of talking is going to convince me you are who you say you are."
"If you're that sure," Ivan asked her, "How can you trust me to be on your side?"
"Because I happen to believe that Blake shot you." Patterson explained, "That would certainly have cured me…oh right it did."
"What do you mean?" Ivan asked her.
"Your mole Bordon, whom I was dating, shot me when I found out he was not who he said he was," Patterson reminded him in exasperation, "As you very well know."
"You don't particularly sound over it," Ivan noted.
"Well it was a very traumatic experience," Patterson said defensively.
"I'm sure it was," Ivan agreed, "What happened to him?"
"He's currently in prison, where he belongs." Patterson told him.
"Well I would agree if the woman I loved shot me…I would probably break up with her…satisfied?" Ivan asked her.
"Not really," Patterson told him.
"Maybe that's part of the problem," Ivan suggested.
"Shut up," Patterson warned him, "I already have Rich if I need someone to imply I'm getting dusty on the shelf."
"Sounds serious," Ivan smiled.
"It's going to be serious," Patterson warned him, "You might be bigger and stronger than me, but I have ways. You want your assed knocked out in a corner?"
"No Ma'am," Ivan denied, his eyes amused.
"It's not funny," Patterson warned him.
"She's not kidding," Rich said as he joined them, "She is possibly the scariest person I've ever met and I know a lot of bad people. Rich-Do-Com."
"Ivan."
"You look like your brother," Rich said, staring a little too long.
"I am his twin," Ivan reminded him.
"Valid point." Rich agreed, "Any luck on finding your missing bag?"
"No," Patterson denied, "Kurt and Jane are going back to the sight, see if it jars lose any memories."
"Jane's back?" Rich said in delight.
"Yes," Patterson confirmed, "For now at least."
"Jane's my favorite," Rich told Ivan, "But I think Remi might have a thing for me."
Patterson only looked at Rich in exasperation.
"No she doesn't."
"She's just jealous," Rich said in an aside.
"I'm not." Patterson denied.
Rich didn't verbally respond, but he made and affirmative gesture to Ivan.
Ivan felt his lisp quirk. This was going to be fun.
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"I don't understand why you didn't shoot her," Blake said to Tasha in agitation.
"You wanted me to shoot and FBI Agent with two other Agents as witnesses?" Tasha argued.
"She was waiving at gun around that was stolen. She was clearly out of her mind. It would have been justified." Blake argued.
"Oh, sure," Tasha pointed out her obvious flaw, "After a long delay and possible court trial, I might have been exonerated. Why risk it?"
"Because I told her I killed her brother!" Blake pointed out, "She's going to come after me!"
"Next time keep your mouth shut," Tasha said in exasperation, "You don't kill someone and then tell the FBI about it!"
"I didn't know she was FBI," Blake argued.
"You didn't know her at all," Tasha insisted, "That's an even better reason to keep it to yourself."
"I hired someone to keep tabs on them." Blake admitted.
"On who?" Tasha worried. Had Blake seen her pay a visit to Reade?
"The FBI team that went after my father," Blake explained.
"Roman's sister is actually married to one of the other Agents." Blake explained, "And the other Agent is dating their sister-in-law."
"Dating their sister in law?" Tasha asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
Blake placed the pictures on the table in front of Tasha, "This woman he was having dinner with is the sister of the married couple."
Tasha picked up the picture of Reade and Sara and studied it closely. So Sara was back.
"Why does this even matter?" Tasha asked, putting the picture back down and refusing to look at it again.
"Know you enemies," Blake reminded her. "You taught me that."
"Making enemies of the FBI," Tasha warned her, "Is never a good idea."
"They're responsible for my Father's death, just as much as Roman," Blake insisted, "Of course they're my enemy."
Tasha found herself looking back at Reade and Sara smiling at each other, "I guess you just don't know who you can depend on."
"We've got each other," Blake reminded her.
"Who else do we need?" Tasha agreed.
