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"I can't believe we finally got all the data in the system!" Rich was positively gleeful.
"I think you need to take your fuzzy slippers home tonight," Reade told him.
"I won't argue with that," Rich agreed.
Remi was still sitting at the terminal she'd been using all day. She was simply too tired to get up.
"I'll get you a safe house," Reade told Ivan.
"You can't do that," Patterson protested, "Blake knows he's out there. I'm sure she thinks he's Roman and he's working with the FBI. She's going to come after him."
"We'll give him a detail." Reade reassured her, "It will just take a few phone calls. It shouldn't take more than an hour."
"He could come home with me," Patterson offered, "I have a spare room and we know that between Sara, Sawyer and Avery, there is no room for him with his sister."
"No," Ivan protested, "I can wait. If you think Blake will come after me, the last thing I need is to have to worry about you."
"I can take care of myself," Patterson protested, affronted.
"I didn't mean that you couldn't…" Ivan tried to clarify, "I meant that if something happened to you because I was there, I would have to live with that."
It was the first time that Patterson began to doubt that the man standing before her was Roman. He'd never openly cared about anyone but his sister and even then, he'd tried to kill her.
Remi was watching the exchange silently. She'd hated the FBI for as long as she could remember, but they were working overtime and risking themselves for her. They were trying to cure her, even after everything they knew she'd done.
"Remi are you okay?" Reade worried.
She looked up into his kind eyes and admitted, "I could use a cup of your tea right now."
It wasn't until she saw the reactions of the others that she'd realized what she'd done. She'd remembered something Jane knew…as Remi.
"I…remembered," She admitted, looking over at Kurt in excitement.
He was smiling over at her and she could read the excitement in his eyes.
"I'll get your that tea," Reade offered.
She watched him go before looking around the others.
"I know you're doing all this because you care for Jane," She started.
"We care for you," Patterson corrected her, "No matter what you call yourself."
Remi felt her eyes fill up with tears. She wouldn't cry, she'd learned not to long ago. Before she could get herself back under control, Patterson was there. She found that she could hide her tears even easier than she could banish them, but only if she was shielded in the hug of someone else. She'd never realized that before. She'd never had a reason to know.
"You're stronger than Roman," Ivan told her.
Remi pulled away from Patterson, "I'm not stronger. I needed him as much as he needed me."
"And she isn't alone," Kurt reminded her, "She has us."
Remi looked over at him and for the first time she realized what that meant.
Reade came back and handed Remi the tea, "It's your favorite," He assured her, "And I put on the lid so you could take it home."
"Thanks," She took the tea and was studying it intently while Reade looked at the top of her head.
"Let's go," Kurt closed the distance between them and claimed his wife. He met each of their eyes as they turned to go and his appreciation was evident…it didn't need to be said.
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When they arrived back at the apartment, Remi was feeling pretty rough. Her head hurt, her back ached and she felt like she could barely put one foot in front of the next.
Kurt could feel her weight resting against him and knew he needed to get her to lie down. He was worrying over her when the door was opened from the inside. He let his key fall to his side.
"Thanks," Kurt told Avery as he and Remi came in.
"I need to tell you something," Avery said, her voice fast and high.
"What's wrong?" Kurt worried.
"Avery told me that you remembered," Clem said standing up from where he'd been sitting on the couch.
Remi froze at the sound of his voice.
"Clem?" She was looking at him in astonishment.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Kurt asked him bluntly.
"I was in New York when Avery called me," Clem admitted.
"Why?" Kurt asked him.
"I heard that Avery flew back from college, so I knew something was wrong." Clem admitted.
"Did you contact Jane?" Kurt asked him.
"No," Clem denied, "She made it plain what her choice was. I didn't want to cause you two any problems."
"Sheppard was right," Remi teased him, "Those five years you had on me make you too old. That's a lot of gray hair."
"Yeah," He rebutted, "But I'm not the one that can't stand upright by myself."
Remi looked at him ruefully and Clem came over and lifted her off her feet in a bear hug.
"Let's sit down," Kurt met Sara's worried gaze over the top of Remi's head.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Remi demanded.
"The same reason Weller didn't tell you." Clem admitted, "I had never found any sign of our daughter and you didn't remember her. The last thing I wanted to do was add to your pain. You were in enough already."
"What do you mean?" Kurt worried.
"When I first met her as Jane," Clem explained, "She was a mess. There'd been an attack on her and her face was cut up. She obviously didn't remember me. We were working the same K&R job. I offered to partner up with her, but even though she obviously needed a partner, she refused."
"What happed then?" Avery asked.
"She proved me wrong." Clem said with a little laugh, "She was the one to collect the bounty. She didn't need me at all."
"What happened then?" Remi asked him, dreading the answer…knowing the answer.
"We kept running into each other until one day the job required two people to work, so you finally agreed to collaborate."
"For how long?" Avery asked.
"Not long," Clem denied, "Then one night we were winding up a case and distributing money…and she remembered me."
"Didn't you wonder why?" Avery asked him with a frown.
"No," Clem admitted, "I was too busy counting my blessings."
"That was the night before she left." Kurt realized.
"I'm going to make sure Sawyer brushes his teeth," Sara stood up and headed toward the spare bedroom.
"Why didn't you tell me you were my Father when you helped rescue me?" Avery asked him.
"You were so angry," Clem explained, "Rightfully so, but I didn't want to burden you with another father after you just met Jane."
"You were letting her take the heat," Avery accused him.
"I didn't see it at the time," Clem denied, "But maybe you're right."
"I need some time," Avery admitted.
"Take all you need," Clem assured her, "I'm not going anywhere."
That's what Kurt was afraid of.
"Kurt…" Remi looked over at him in concern, "Do you mind if Clem and I have a moment?"
"Of course not," Kurt stood up and rubbed the back of his neck, "I'll go shower."
Remi watched him go silently.
"I couldn't believe it when Avery told me you remembered," Clem rose up off the couch and moved to sit next to her.
"You used me," Remi accused him.
"What?" Clem looked over at her in astonishment.
"We worked together for months and you knew I was married." She said, "But the second you got the opportunity, you made your move."
"I didn't know you weren't in your right mind!" Clem denied.
"Why not?" Remi asked him, "Kurt's known me less time than you have and he's been able to identify almost to the moment when I'm not his wife."
"I guess I didn't want to know," Clem admitted.
"Do you know how I felt when I woke up with you?" Remi demanded, "I was devastated and guilty."
"I'm sorry." Clem told her.
"I am too," Remi told him, "For what Sheppard did. For the years that you searched for our daughter and for not feeling for you what you felt for me."
"I don't blame you for any of that." Clem assured her.
"Are you going to be a part of Avery's life?" Remi asked him.
"If she'll let me," Clem said hopefully.
"I'm really tired," Remi told him as she stood up.
"I'll get out of your hair," Clem stood up too.
Kurt came out of the bedroom, his hair damp.
"Everything okay?" He asked as he studied Remi's face in concern.
"I was just leaving," Clem explained.
"I'll see you out," Kurt followed him to the front door.
"I'm going to shower," Remi told Kurt before turning away.
Clem opened the door stopped.
"What?" Kurt asked him.
"I just wanted you to know something," Clem admitted.
Kurt didn't say anything, he just waited.
"I worked with Jane for months and she never showed any interest in anything romantic. Then one night I tried my luck and to my surprise she was receptive. When she woke up, before she opened her eyes, she smiled and said your name. I must have stiffened or something because her eyes opened and the horror and despair on her face when she realized what happened has haunted me ever since. She was out of there within fifteen minutes and the first time I heard from her again was when she needed help finding Avery."
"Why are you telling me this?" Kurt asked him quietly.
"I just wanted you to know that before I wrote off the fact that she wanted you over me because she didn't remember me, but tonight, she remembered me and you were new to her and she still chose you." Clem admitted with a rueful smile. "I just wanted you to know that…she always choses you."
Kurt watched him walk down the hallway and closed on locked the door behind him.
Moving to their bedroom, he heard the shower in the bathroom and sank down on the side of the bed to absorb what he'd just learned. Jane hadn't been in a relationship with Clem, she's shared a single night with him she hadn't even remembered. Something inside his chest loosened at that realization. He'd always wondered how she'd been able to move on so quickly. He couldn't ever imagine turning to another woman. She hadn't moved on though and the pain he hadn't even realized he'd been carrying fell away.
"Are you okay?" Remi worried coming into the bedroom, drying her hair with a towel.
"I'm great," Kurt admitted, "Come lie down, I know you're tired."
"I'm just going to dry my hair," Remi explained, "I don't want to get you wet."
This would imply that she was going to be lying in her usual position plastered against him.
"I'll help you," Kurt stood up immediately.
"You don't have too," Remi protested, "I know you're tired too."
"I want to," Kurt insisted. She closed her eyes as he used the dryer to get rid of the damp strands.
"That feels good," Remi told him.
"Maybe I should change professions," Kurt teased her, "I'm enjoying myself too."
"No way," Remi denied, "I don't want you running your fingers through anyone else's hair."
Kurt grinned at that display of possessiveness.
"You don't say." He teased her.
"This is definitely one of your hidden talents that we need to stay secret," Remi insisted.
This was the second time in one evening that she'd recalled a memory of Jane's and he couldn't have been more pleased.
"Let's go to bed," He urged her.
Settling down for the night, he burrowed her fingers through her still warm locks and closed his eyes in contentment.
"I love you," Remi told him.
Kurt's eyes snapped open at that proclamation. His arms tightened around her.
"I love you too," He whispered placing a kiss against her forehead.
Remi hummed in contentment and was asleep within minutes. Kurt took longer. He wanted to take the time to remember everything about this moment. It wasn't every day you got to fall in love with your wife twice and that fact that she loved him too made it perfect…
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Tasha's world was falling apart.
Blake was suspicious of her, the family she would die for no longer trusted her, the job she'd treasured was lost.
She walked the dark street with no real destination. She couldn't go home because she knew she was being watched. She didn't want to go back to Blake's. Her first deep undercover OP was going down in dismal failure and if she wasn't careful she wouldn't have anything left when it was all over.
Her feet carried her to the movie theater that she and Reade used to go to before everything got so complicated. To her surprise they were running the old Back to the Future movie marathon. It was just what she needed, a dark place to lie low and regroup.
She passed the concession stand even though she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten anything and found a seat in the back of the darkened theater. There were only a handful of people and she studied them for several minutes gauging whether or not they were a threat.
Resting her head back against the seat she closed her eyes. The cool air felt good and she felt herself drifting.
She jerked awake when the seat next to her was taken.
Reade passed her the popcorn he was holding while he placed the drink in the cup holder between them.
"What...?" She looked over at him in surprise.
"You want to tell me why you're sleeping in a theater instead of your apartment?" He looked at her seriously.
"I though you said we couldn't talk about work." She reminded him.
"This isn't about work," Reade insisted.
"I can't go home," Tasha admitted, "Blake no longer trusts me."
"Are you undercover?" Reade asked bluntly.
"I can't tell you that," Tasha insisted.
"You just did," Reade was watching her with concern.
"How did you find me?" She asked him without heat.
"I planted at tracker on you."
"What?" Tasha looked at him in surprise before insisting, "You need to go, Blake's having both of us watched."
"Then it's already too late," Reade insisted, "Come back to my place."
"What about Sara?" Tasha worried.
"She came here for Kurt," Reade insisted, "She's staying with them."
"This is a mistake," Tasha worried as she watched him stand up.
He put out his hand expectantly and she looked at it blankly. When she reached up and grasped it, he pulled her out of her chair, but didn't release it. She hated how good it felt. She shouldn't be putting him at risk, but she knew she needed him, in more ways than one.
