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

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They arrived at the NYO and headed immediately to Patterson's lab.

Walking in, they shared a puzzled look when Rich was sitting at the desk in his house coat and fuzzy slippers.

"What are you doing?" Kurt demanded with a scowl.

"Well, when you go home at night…we don't really get to do that. This is my solution. I've made this home. See that drool stain right there? That's my pillow." Rich explained.

Remi and Kurt shared a look before Kurt turned back to Rich, "Good enough. What'd you find?"

"We found a storage locker at Grand Central Station that potentially contains one of Roman's missing drives." Rich admitted, his enthusiasm returning.

"We'll go get it," Kurt said in relief.

"Ivan and Patterson already left," Rich explained, "I think they were just trying to get away from all this data entering."

"What is all this stuff?" Remi asked Rich, looking at the journals and papers strewn about.

"Hopefully, the information that will eventually cure your poisoning," Rich explained, "But we have to get it into the computer to run simulations on the results."

"This is a lot of research," Kurt noted hopefully.

"Yeah," Rich looked up at him, "Two years worth. Let's just hope it doesn't take us that long to get it into the computer."

Remi looked down at the floor. She didn't have two more years left and they all knew it.

"What can we do to help?" Kurt asked, his arm going around Remi in support.

Rich looked up at him with an approving grin, "What took you so long? I thought I was going to have to really get dramatic. It was the two year comment wasn't it? I knew that would get you."

Kurt simply shook his head and sat down to follow Rich's instructions. Remi smiled at Kurt's long suffering expression before she pulled out the chair next to him and began entering data.

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Patterson led Ivan to the lockers in Grand Central Station.

"This has to be it," She told him as they moved along the aisle looking for the correct number.

"So…you're a puzzle person." He stated the obvious.

"I love the mystery and cracking the code, it's a rush," Patterson agreed, "I've never met anyone that likes it as much as I do. Well, except for you."

"I do love a mystery," Ivan agreed, "That's why I'm studying human diseases."

"I think you should have stayed with Rich," Patterson worried.

"Why?" Ivan was watching her intently.

"Blake Crawford is having someone watch us. We think she's responsible for shooting you, so obviously seeing you alive puts you at risk." Patterson explained.

"I can take care of myself," Ivan insisted, not protesting he wasn't Roman. She was so stubborn.

"I believe you," Patterson said absently finding the right locker.

"Is this it?" Ivan verified.

"Yeah," Patterson confirmed.

When he reached for it, she grabbed his hand.

"We don't know if it's rigged with an anti-tamper devise." She worried.

"If I am who you think I am, wouldn't I know that?" He reminded her.

"Well…just in case you aren't, we need to be careful." Patterson worried.

"I'm not Roman," Ivan insisted.

"Whatever," Patterson began to inspect the locker.

Ivan watched her with a little smile.

When she was satisfied, she went over to the computer and slipped in a special card and began to hack the system.

"Don't you need some type of warrant…or something?" He asked her.

"I'm not trying to prosecute Roman," Patterson reminded him, "I'm trying to save Jane."

"Oh…right." Ivan nodded in understanding.

"I'm a good FBI Agent," Patterson said defensively.

"Of course you are," Ivan agreed.

"I follow the rules most of the time." She continued to insist as though he hadn't just agreed with her.

"You sound a little defensive," He pointed out the obvious.

"Just let me concentrate," She insisted, "I've almost got it."

With a final keystroke she looked over at the locker expectantly. To her dismay all the lockers opened with an audible click.

"Oh, no." She whispered.

"Great job," Ivan was opening laughing at her.

"Help me close these before someone steals something," Patterson insisted, leaning down to start closing the other doors.

"You want me to start here?" Ivan asked her, "Or over there?"

Patterson looked over to see that it wasn't just this panel of lockers that had opened, but all the lockers in the immediate area.

"Oh…God." She worried.

"Don't panic," He soothed her, "We'll get them closed."

"I don't panic," Patterson said affronted, "I'm very cool under pressure."

"Really?" Ivan asked her looking down.

She followed his gaze to find that her fingers where clutching his jacket so tightly they were white. She let go abruptly and even backed up a step.

"Just help me close them," She insisted, embarrassed.

Ivan looked at her a moment longer before he turned away and began helping her.

"Yes, ma'am," He agreed.

Patterson closed her eyes and wished the floor would open up and swallow her. She was acting like a moron. Where was Tasha or Jane when she really needed them?

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"Did you know about this?" Blake demanded throwing a picture down on the desk in front of her.

Tasha looked up at her absently before turning her attention back to the photo.

"What about it?" She said puzzled.

"This was taken today," Blake told her.

"What?" Tasha looked down at the picture of Roman before picking it up and leafing through the rest of the photos. She froze when she realized that Roman was with Patterson.

"Are you sure?" Tasha demanded her face pale.

"How could this be?" Blake demanded.

"I don't know," Tasha admitted, "But I'm going to find out."

Blake watcher her leave and for the first time since she'd started leaning on Tasha she began to wonder if she could trust her.

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Tasha wasted no time once she was outside Blake's apartment to dial Patterson's number.

When it went to voicemail, she could actually feel her heart thumping against her chest. She dialed Reade next.

"Tasha," Reade answered.

"Blake has a picture of Patterson with Roman," She told him immediately, "It was taken today!"

"Calm down," Reade insisted, "Everything is okay."

"How can it be okay?" Tasha demanded, "Roman just tried to kill all of us. I saw him get shot…what's going on?"

"I can't tell you that," Reade insisted, "But I can tell you not to worry about it."

"You can't tell me?" Tasha asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," Reade said sincerely.

"No," Tasha said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you."

"You can call me any time," Reade insisted, "But not about work."

"My mistake," Tasha said, her voice cool.

"Tasha…" Reade hated when she got like this.

"I've got to go," Tasha insisted, hanging up as abruptly as she called.

Reade looked down at his phone sadly. Now neither of them trusted the other.

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Patterson and Ivan arrived back at the NYO carrying a bag.

"So, you found it?" Rich asked standing up and joining them.

Kurt and Remi stood up to join them as well.

"Rich has you entering data?" Patterson said in surprise, "You never help me enter data."

"You never asked us to," Kurt reminded her.

"You never offered either," Patterson was grumpy.

"What's wrong with you?" Kurt was looking at her strangely.

"Nothing," Patterson insisted placing the bag none too gently on the desk.

"Right," Kurt looked over at Rich with a puzzled expression.

He just shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

Remi was watching Patterson before her eyes moved over to Ivan. He was waiting for him to look at him and gave her a little wink.

Her eyes narrowed on him and she shook her head in admonishment.

"So are we opening this bag or not?" Patterson demanded.

All four of them snapped their attention back to Patterson.

"Open it," Kurt encouraged her.

Reade came in and walked over to the group.

"Does someone want to tell me why Patterson and Roman decided to go on a field trip today?" He was not amused.

"We might have found another of Roman's drives," Patterson explained, not liking his tone.

"Well," Reade rubbed his face, "I hope it was worth it because I received a call from Tasha wanting to know what Patterson was doing with Roman."

"What'd you tell her?" Kurt demanded.

"Nothing," Reade insisted, "I just told her not to worry about it."

"Well that must have made her happy," Patterson said.

"Yeah," Reade agreed, "She loved it."

Patterson began pulling items out of the bag.

There was Passports in various names, all with Roman's picture, cash, weapons.

"This must have been his go bag," Remi realized.

"What about the drive?" Kurt worried, "Is it in there?"
Patterson kept searching.

In one of the side pockets she triumphantly pulled out the second drive.

Kurt reached out and took Remi's hand, squeezing it gently.

"Let's see what's on here." Patterson suggested.

The inserted the drive and typed in the access code. Suddenly Roman's face appeared.

Remi gasped as the message began to play.

"Guess this means I didn't make it." He smiled up at the camera, "Can't say I'm completely surprised. There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt that deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must of felt what it is to die, Moral, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life."

"I think your brother was obsessed with the Count of Monte Cristo," Rich hissed at Remi and Ivan.

"Shhh," Patterson shushed him.

"So you know you're dying then," Roman continued. "I should have told you, but there just never seemed to be the right time."

Remi closed her eyes at the despair and anger Roman wasn't even trying to hide.

"We knew about the poison before we injected you. You knew. You still did it." He went on. "I was so angry. You didn't just choose to forget me, you choose to leave me…forever. Oh, I know you thought you didn't have any choice, but I knew you wanted to go. You and Sheppard couldn't ever agree on a course of action. For her then ends always justified the means and you always wanted to try and protect the innocent. The funning thing was for Sheppard, there were no innocent. Everyone was corrupt in some fashion. I thought when you got engaged to Oscar you were accepting your life here, but you weren't. You were trying too hard to fit in. You didn't belong here, you weren't a fanatic driven by your desire to change the world. You were just a lost soul looking for a purpose all the while just wanting it to end. You gave up, on me, on yourself, on life. I knew I was going to lose you, but I wasn't ready to let you go. I'm still not," He laughed, "That's why we're here. We don't have a cure, but we're close. You'll have what you need…when you need it, but you have to be able to see. Remember it's not enough to plan your next move, if you want to win you need to figure out what I'm going to do next."

Once the video ended Kurt looked over to see a tragic expression on Remi's face. His arm immediately came around her.

"He's still playing games," Reade realized.

"He's still winning," Rich agreed.

"But I know what he was going to do next," Remi admitted.

Kurt looked down at her in surprise. "What?"

"The reason I always won the game in Mancala was because Roman liked symmetry." Remi explained. "He would mirror his moves and it made him too predictable."

"So how would he mirror this move?" Patterson asked in confusion.

"Well," Remi reminded them, "He took us to the beginning when he knew it was the end."

"So what does that mean?" Rich demanded.

"He's going to have hidden one of the drives where I gave him the zip," Remi insisted.

"Where is that?" Kurt asked her.

"It's…" Remi hesitated, Jane had dosed him. "I don't remember."

"You will," Kurt insisted, "Don't worry."

Remi looked up at him, her vulnerability so like Jane's he couldn't resist pulling her against him.

"Well," Patterson pulled their attention back to her, "Until that happens, we need to go through the information on this drive and finish getting the data in the computer."
"You go over the new drive," Kurt told her, "We'll get the data you need in the computer."

"Maybe tonight I'll get to go home to sleep," Patterson said hopefully.

"Thank you," Remi said suddenly.

Looking over at this new version of Jane, Patterson finally saw that this person she didn't know was suddenly so familiar.

"That's what families are for," Patterson brushed aside her gratitude, realizing what Kurt knew all along. Remi might not have Jane's memories, but she was Jane and Patterson would do whatever it took to save her.

Remi smiled up at her without meeting her eyes before turning back to the computer.

Ivan watched on with silent regard. He'd never met anyone like Patterson…he didn't know what it was about her, but she…intrigued him. Turning away he realized just how dangerous that feeling was.