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Kurt and Jane pulled away from the NYO and headed back over to the warehouse.

"Are you sure you feel up to this?" Kurt worried as he reached over to thread his fingers through hers.

"I feel better than I have," Jane assured him.

"That's not really answering me," Kurt chided. "Feeling better isn't feeling good enough."

"Kurt," Jane looked at him seriously, "I wouldn't be backing you up if I thought there was a chance I couldn't do It. You're too important to me to play Russian roulette with your life."
"I just don't want you to overdo it." Kurt worried.

Jane smiled and asked wistfully, "I wonder if there will ever be a time when we and just sit and enjoy being together?"

Kurt looked over at her but he didn't share her smile. She was dying. They couldn't wait for everything just to go away. If she wanted some quiet time together he needed to make it happen now.

"We'll have time," She whispered her assurance.

"We'll make time," Kurt said, his voice full of determination.

That's how Jane ended up in the park, Kurt carrying picnic supplies, while she carried a brand new blanket.

"We're supposed to be looking for the bag," Jane worried.

"We will," Kurt assured her, picking a spot in the shade under a tree older than both of them combined. He took the blanket from her and spread it out, then settled down with his back resting against the trunk. He patted the space in front of him and she smiled one of those smiles that always stole his heart and plopped down in front on him. Resting back against his chest she ran her fingers up and down the legs on either side of her.

"This is nice," She turned her head until her cheek rested against his chest and he kissed her forehead gently.

"You were right," Kurt told her nuzzling her gently, "We should do this more often."

The breeze blew some of her hair across his face and he closed his eyes savoring the moment when every one of his senses was filled by her.

Suddenly laughter drew their attention and Jane smiled when she watched a little girl chasing bubbles.

"She's cute," She smiled ruefully.

Suddenly, her little brother that could barely walk decided he wanted to get in on the fun. His pudgy little legs wobbled as he pushed himself up. His toothless grin was huge as he reached for one of the bubbles. He almost got it when he lost his balance and fell back on his bottom. His lip trembled and suddenly his sister was there. She helped him back up and supported him while he successfully grabbed several bubbles. His laughter was infectious.

Jane felt her eyes fill. "Do you know if Allie and Connor are planning to have any more children?"

Kurt looked down at the top of Jane's head in confusion, "I have no idea. Why?"

"I know in the end Roman was sick and he caused us a lot of pain, but when we were growing up…I wouldn't have made it without him. I want Bethany to have someone like that." Jane explained.

Kurt closed his eyes so that he could absorb the pain Jane's words brought him.

"It doesn't matter if they have any more or not," Kurt insisted, "We're going to have some of our own. Bethany won't be alone."

Jane lifted her chin until her eyes met his. She saw the determination there and she loved him for it. Sometimes she felt like she couldn't even go on. Not one more step. He'd been through so much with her, but he was so strong in his resolve, so determined in his belief for tomorrow.

"Is that right?" She teased him, "Little girl or little boy?"

"Some of each," Kurt insisted with a boyish grin.

"Some of each?" Jane laughed, "You know how they get here…right?"

"Oh…I know," Kurt assured her, his voice husky.

Jane pushed on his leg, "I wasn't talking about conception…I was talking about the delivery."

"You've got this," Kurt assured her, "After everything you've been through, it will be a piece of cake."

"We're going to have to discuss this," Jane warned him.

"How many do you want?" Kurt asked her seriously.

Looking up into his precious face she smiled at him, her face soft, "At least a dozen…but only if each one of them is like you."

He laughed and protested, "Hey, I'm going to need my little Jane's just as much!"

She settled back against him and closed her eyes as his fingers ran gently up and down her arm.

"When I thought I was pregnant," Jane told him without turning around to look at him, "I was…scared, but so excited. I was worried what you would think. We'd been through so much since we've been married, I didn't know if you would be happy."

"Being married to you, having a family of our own, that's all I've ever wanted." Kurt admitted.

"Zip poisoning," Jane sighed, "We don't know how this is going to affect my body. What if I can't have any children?"

"Then I'll still have you," Kurt didn't miss a beat. "That's enough for me. It always has been."

She felt her eyes fill up at his gentle rebuttal.

"Now let's eat this food, before it gets hot," Kurt insisted.

When she looked up at him, he couldn't resist leaning down to share a kiss.

"Thanks for this," Jane whispered.

"I needed it just as much," Kurt admitted.

They shared their supermarket fare and as they were folding up the blanket, Kurt felt a sense of peace settle over him at her happy expression. It was right then that he decided every day he was going to do whatever it took to enjoy some quiet quality time with his wife. Everything else would have to wait. They deserved to be happy and he was going to see that they were.

Walking back to the SUV he put his arm around her and pulled her against his side. When she looked up at him he leaned down to kiss her. As they turned back to look at the path, both of them were smiling.

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"Don't touch that," Patterson warned Ivan.

Rich looked up with a twinkle in his eyes, "She only trusts a select few of us."

"Stuff it Rich," Patterson warned him.

Ivan laughed, "You too have an interesting dynamic."

"Repressed sexual attraction makes her grumpy," Rich explained.

"I'm not attracted to him!" Patterson denied.

"I was talking about me," Rich explained with a glare.

"Oh, please," Patterson scoffed, "You're all talk."

"I can help you search," Ivan insisted looking at Patterson.

"All because I accept that we need your help, doesn't mean I trust you." Patterson denied.

"She's been through a lot," Rich excused her to Ivan.

"You don't have to defend me," Patterson protested to Rich.

"She's really sweat when you get to know her…maybe a little uptight." Rich continued on as though she hadn't said anything.

"I'm not uptight!" Patterson was affronted.

"Nobody uptight ever thinks their uptight," Rich pointed out calmly.

Patterson closed her eyes and began to count. The only problem was there wasn't enough numbers in the world…

"I think if you make her have a stroke," Ivan told Rich, "We'll end up being significantly delayed."

"You two need to stop it," Patterson warned them.

The two men said nothing, but they shared a grin.

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Neither Jane nor Kurt was smiling two hours later. They had walked the ten block radius Patterson had given them, but nothing looked familiar.

"If you were leaving the warehouse now…" Kurt turned to her when they ended back up at their starting point. "Where would you go?"

"I don't remember," Jane said in frustration.

"I don't want you to remember," Kurt insisted, "I want you to do what you would do."

"Remi and I are different," Jane argued.

"I don't think you're as different as you think you are." Kurt denied.

"What?" Jane felt hurt that he thought that.

"We've made Remi into this evil version of you," Kurt tried to explain, "But she's you trying to deal with impossible circumstances. She isn't evil she just has her back pressed against the wall."

"Do you really believe that?" Jane asked him.

"I do." Kurt admitted.

Jane took a deep breath and looked around.

"So…I saw Ivan." She started running through the event, "He must have told me he was here for the bag, so I told him to go and I went for the bag."

"Then Reade went after Ivan and you told me there was someone with him in the front. You were cuffing the suspect and I went to the front." Kurt explained.

"There was nobody toward the front," Jane dismissed.

"No," Kurt agreed, "You used it as a distraction to leave your FBI gear and grab the bag."

"So I didn't go out the side…nor did I go out the front," Jane headed for the back.

Kurt followed after her and as they exited Jane began to look around.

"I wouldn't have gone toward either you or Reade, but I would have been hoping that Roman would circle around to pick me up." She realized.

Kurt followed after her as she retraced the most likely path.

Jane stopped at a spot that had a good vantage point, but couldn't be seen easily from the street.

"I probably waited here," She told Kurt looking around.

"What did I do next?" Jane wondered.

"You figured out we implanted a tracking device on you," Kurt forced himself to admit.

"What?" Jane looked at him in disbelief.

"When I realized you were Remi," Kurt tried to justify it, "I was worried you'd disappear."

"Oh…Kurt," Jane placed her hand on his arm in sympathy. He'd been stuck in the hospital, worried she would run away with this poison inside her and he could do nothing.

"I know it was wrong," Kurt admitted, "But the thought of losing you again…"

She cut him off when she leaned up to kiss his.

His arms came around her tightly and he kissed her back with all the emotion he'd been holding in check.

"It's okay…I understand." She assured him when they pulled apart. "Wait…if you had the tracking device, why don't we just follow my path?"

"You figured it out and destroyed it."

"Destroyed it…how?" She worried.

"You taunted a police officer into using his Taser on you." Kurt admitted.

"Did I hurt him?" Jane stiffened.

"NO!" Kurt assured her, "You ended up knocking him unconscious, but he's fine."

"Why didn't you tell me that?" Jane demanded.

"I knew how you'd take it," Kurt admitted.

"What else aren't you telling me?" Jane asked him.

"Nothing!" Kurt insisted, "I promise."

"Kurt…I need for you to be completely honest. I'm so afraid of what Remi might do. If I can't even depend on you to tell me…" She trailed off.

"I'll tell you if anything like that happens again," Kurt assured her.

"So I destroyed the tracker," Jane moved past it, "Did I have the bag then?"

"No," Kurt denied, "You'd already stashed it."

"Then we need to review where I went before it was destroyed." Jane told him.

"I'll contact Patterson and have her run the data, see if it was recorded before it was destroyed." Kurt reached for his phone.

Jane watched him talking with Patterson and she turned away to gather herself. She'd only knocked him out…she hadn't killed him. Remembering Roman's interaction with the police, she figured it was something. She wasn't Roman…Remi wasn't Roman. She needed to believe that. She hoped it was true.

"Patterson's pulled the data," Kurt hung up and turned toward her, "She's going to send it to my phone once she retrieves it."

"That should narrow it down," Jane said in relief.

Kurt could read her too well. He pulled her against him and reassured her, "No part of you is evil."

She rested her head against his chest and hoped that he was right.

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Reade looked down at his phone and frowned when he realized that his Wizardville App had a message attached. He hadn't had time to play that in weeks.

Clicking onto it absently, he opened it and his puzzlement turned into understanding. He had a message from Tasha.

Blake has someone watching the team.

He typed back, For what purpose?

When he didn't get an immediate response he went to close the app and she responded.

Blames both the FBI and Roman for her father's death.

Is she planning a hit?

I don't think so…yet.

Did she kill Roman?

She shot him, I was there.

You didn't wait to see if he made it?

No, but we passed Jane on the way in…she would have been there. Why?

Reade considered how much to tell her. He didn't know her end game and truthfully he didn't know how well he knew her.

I just need to know what she's capable of.

Anything.

Contact me through the app if you need anything.

Be careful.

Looking at her last text, Reade shook his head. What kind of word was this when he couldn't even trust his best friend?

Closing the app, he realized they were going to have to keep Ivan under wraps.

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Jane and Kurt followed the path that Patterson sent them. Remi had been methodical in her escape. When she doubled back, Jane knew she'd been hiding the bag.

"It's going to be somewhere in this area," She told Kurt as they began checking behind dumpsters and in the drain pipes.

They split up to cover more ground when it happened.

"Hands up!" Jane heard the voice and looked over her shoulder to find a policeman, gun drawn, facing her aggressively.

She raised her hands, "There's been a mistake," Jane told him.

"No mistake," The police officer assured her, "I would never forget you."

Jane looked down at the weapon she was pointing at her. It wasn't a Taser.

"I know the Taser doesn't work on you," The officer advised her, "I won't make that mistake again."

Kurt realized what was going on and ran over, gun drawn.

"FBI," He identified himself, "Lower your weapon."

"This is a wanted fugitive," The officer didn't comply.

"The warrant you had out on her has been lifted," Kurt advised him.

"Yeah," The officer said bitterly, "I know. But she's guilty."

"She is working on a highly classified case for the FBI," Kurt advised him, "DROP IT!"

The officer turned his weapon on Kurt.

"How do I know you're FBI?" He demanded.

Jane watched the standoff and thought her heart would burst from her chest. Both men had a personal vested interest in the outcome. Kurt was worried about his wife, but the police officer had been assaulted. He wouldn't forget and he wouldn't forgive that. This could get really bad.

"STAND DOWN," Kurt insisted, "I'm not going to say it again."

"YOU STAND DOWN," The officer insisted.

In a blink Remi stood there. She watched the man she wanted to trust, but didn't, holding a gun to protect her from the officer she had assaulted.

Why would he risk himself for her? He'd lied to her…used her. Just like she'd used him. She didn't know where that last voice came from, but she knew it was right. The only question now was what did she do? Use this opportunity to escape or assist the man who constantly seemed willing to put himself on the line for her? With a deep breath she realized there was really no choice.

She charged and as his weapon swung toward her she made a diving roll and the bullets he fired missed her.

Kurt fired and the gun dropped from the officer's now useless hand.

Remi came up in front of him and two blows later her lay on the ground unconscious.

Kurt ran over and grabbed her arm, turning her toward him he pulled her against him protectively even as he ranted at her for taking too many risks.

"I thought he was going to shoot you!" Kurt admitted. He arms tight bands around her.

"I'm Remi," She said bluntly, waiting for him to pull away.

"I know," Kurt admitted, but he didn't let her go, but continued to hold her as though she mattered.

"You lied to me!" She accused him, not pulling away and not understanding why she didn't.

"I didn't," Kurt denied, "Roman is dead…the man you saw, he's Roman's twin, Ivan."

Remi shook her head, "No way, Ivan died with our parents."

"No," Kurt insisted, "He was just taken to another facility."

"Where is he now?" Remi demanded.

"Back at the NYO, working with Patterson to find the case you hid. He's a scientist working on a cure. All of his research is in the bag."

Remi looked up at him suspiciously, but all she could read in his face was love and concern.

She pulled away and walked over to a fire escape. Jumping up she pulled on the ladder and as it moved, it jarred the bag she had hidden in the pulley. The bag fell down and Remi caught it. Kurt joined her and she passed it over to him.

Taking it he gave her an impressed smile.

"I still don't trust you," Remi told him.

"Yes, you do." Kurt insisted, "Or you wouldn't have given me the bag."

Remi watched him walk back to the unconscious officer with a scowl. She didn't know what Jane saw in him…he was too arrogant. She ignored the fact that she was smiling…