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Remi heard it in the middle of the night. It was just a little scraping sound and they weren't exactly alone in the apartment, but something inside her just knew.

She gently untwined herself from Kurt and sat up. Listening for a moment she heard it again. She didn't even think of waking Kurt. She'd been the protector her entire life, she'd never had anyone to protect her. Oh, Roman had tried, but she'd been the one that had to be strong.

Standing up she opened the nightstand and withdrew the weapon she somehow knew was in there.

Walking over to the door she opened it silently. Waiting. Slipping out she reached down and silently locked it before she pulled it closed. It made more noise than she would have liked, but she really didn't want that door to be so readily accessible.

She was halfway down the hall when Sara opened the door of the room she was sharing with Sawyer.

"Go back inside," Remi warned her quietly, "Lock the door."

Sara took one look at her face and didn't ask any questions.

Remi took the time to lock Avery's door before she headed for the living room.

The second she entered the space a body rushed at her. She raised her weapon, but it was knocked out of her hand.

They wrestled and both ended up going over the dining room table. The resounding crash surely woke the entire building.

Rolling across the floor she reached for the weapon, but before she could grasp it, the hall light came on and Kurt was rushing toward them.

Looking from Kurt's well lite form she turned toward the man that had broken in. He was raising his weapon and she wasn't the target. She had just enough time to kick the gun before he fired. With the trajectory off he missed. Rising up Remi knew she was too far to stop him a second time so she did the only thing she could think of, she shielded Kurt with herself.

He tackled her from behind just as the second shot was fired. She felt the breath of the bullet, but it didn't hit her.

Kurt's shot was much more accurate. Lying on the ground, covering her, he wounded the intruder in the hand. The man ran toward the door leaving the weapon behind.

Kurt jumped up to race after him and Remi just sat where he left her stunned at this development. She loved him and he'd told her he loved her, but she hadn't really understood what that meant. They had both been willing to die for the other. Kurt hadn't needed saving, he was her partner. She should have woken him. If she had they could have apprehended the intruder.

Kurt came back within moments and rushed over to her side, "Are you okay?" He demanded.

"He missed," Remi assured him.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Kurt raged at her.

"I knew someone was in the apartment," Remi explained, "I was trying to protect you…protect everyone."

"Why didn't you wake me?" Kurt still didn't understand, "You locked the door behind you!"

Instead of being reassured, Remi could tell that Kurt was actually getting more agitated.

"I'm the one that has to be strong," She all but whispered her explanation.

Just that quickly the anger drained out of Kurt and he reached for her. She felt his arms go tightly around her and she held him back. She'd thought he was going to get killed.

"We are stronger together," Kurt told her gently, "You don't have to do this alone."

"I just didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me." Remi explained.

"Never again," Kurt insisted. "You will never do that again."

"Never again," Remi assured him.

Leaning down Kurt breathed her in before he couldn't resist claiming her lips.

She returned the affection with adore of her own. Where it might have led would remain a mystery because Avery called from the back room, "Can we come out?"

"All clear," Kurt called back, his eyes locked on Remi's.

Remi smiled up at him before she leaned in and rubbed her nose with his. He caught his breath at that.

"I remember our wedding," She admitted.

"Well…it was the best day ever," Kurt assured her, "Everything was perfect. If you had to pick one day, you picked the best one."

Sara, Sawyer and Avery joined them in the living room.
"What happened?" Sara worried.

"We had an intruder." Kurt explained, "He got away."

"He shot at you!" Sara all but yelled, "Is everyone okay?"

"We're fine," Kurt assured her, "But I think we need to get the three of you someplace safer."

"We all need to go someplace safer!" Avery argued.

"We also need to call the others and warn them," Remi worried, "We might not be the only ones with night time visitors."

Each of them took a phone and called one of the others. Everyone else seemed safe for now.

Kurt got off the phone, "Reade is sending forensics over to pick up the gun and get a blood sample."

"Blood sample?" Sara looked over at the floor. "I thought you said nobody was hurt!"

"We weren't hurt," Kurt clarified.

"Cool," Sawyer said looking over at where the gun lay.

"Not cool," Sara argued.

"It's a little cool," Avery insisted.

Sara looked at her in exasperation. When she turned back toward Kurt, Avery looked over and fist bumped Sawyer behind her back.

"I saw that," Sara said without turning back around.

Avery crinkled her nose back at Sawyer when they got busted.

Remi was watching the two of them with a little smile. Her eyes met Kurt's and he could see the humor he was also trying to hide.

"There is no reasoning with you," Sara accused them.

"Go get dressed," Kurt urged her, "We're getting out of here."

"Should we pack?" Avery asked them.

"Bring whatever you need for the next few days," Kurt urged them, "We'll see where we're at after that."

"Are you packing too?" Sara demanded.

Looking down at his wife and remembering just how scared he'd been when he realized what was happening, Kurt relented, "We're packing too."

Satisfied, Sara turned to do as he asked.

"Are you okay with that?" Kurt worried.

Remi nodded, "I'm with you."

"Yes," Kurt said in satisfaction, "You are."

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"Well…I almost got to sleep," Rich told them rest of the team standing in Patterson's lab.

"At least nobody tried to kill you!" Patterson pointed out with tone.

"Why is that?" Rich asked them, "I don't think anyone appreciates just how valuable I am to this team. I at the very least deserve a hit man of my own."

"Not now Rich," Reade warned him.

"I'm just saying!" Rich complained.

"So who do you think broke into the apartment?" Reade asked Remi and Kurt.

"I don't know," Remi admitted, "Whoever it was could fight."

"Did you get a look at him?" Patterson asked them.
"He was wearing a mask," Kurt denied, "But he is wounded in his hand."

"You shot the gun out of his hand?" Rich was delighted, "Just like the old west! We need to come up with a cool nickname for you now…like Kurt Quick Draw. You know they called John Wayne the "Duke" and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. You're too old to be called Kid…"

"Rich!" Reade was getting exasperated.

"It would be cool." Rich looked chastised.

"You do know that you just listed movie cowboys?" Patterson pointed out, "If you really wanted to be accurate you'd have to call him something like Weller Earp or Wild Weller?"

"I see what you did there!" Rich was back to being enthusiastic, "Wyatt Earp and Wild Bill Hickok."

"What are you too doing?" Reade looked between the two of them.

"Sorry," Patterson snapped out of it, "I'm still tired."

"We need to pull up the video of their apartment building and the camera's in the surrounding area, see if we can get any additional information on the perp."

"On it," Rich agreed.

"Patterson," Reade turned toward her, "I need you to get on Dr. Izenberg and see if he can come up with a DNA match."

"Oh...no," Rich intervened, "She's not on Dr. Izenberg…her date with him didn't go well and they never made it to the…"

"Rich!" Patterson protested loudly.

"Oh," Rich realized, "You just meant give him a call. I get it."

Patterson looked over at Ivan in embarrassment.

He walked over to her a smile, "Lone Weller."

She laughed.

Reade just shook his head in exasperation.

"Weller," Reade tuned to him, "Where are Sara, Sawyer and Avery?"

"We took them to a hotel with premium security." Kurt admitted.

"Let me know if you want me to set up another safe house," Reade offered.

"Thanks," Kurt agreed, "We're fine for now. I need to see if Sara intends to stay or head back home."

"I'll check with Avery," Remi agreed.

"Just let me know," Reade reiterated, "Right now, I need you two to come with me."

"You have something?" Kurt asked as they followed after him.

"I have information," Reade admitted, "I don't know what to do with it."

The three moved into Reade office and although Remi and Kurt both sat, Reade walked behind his desk and began pacing.

"What's wrong?" Kurt worried.

"I spoke with Tasha," Reade admitted.

Remi stiffened at that. She held Zapata just as responsible for her brother's death as she did Blake.

"What'd she want?" Remi asked with her voice devoid of emotion.

"She needs our help," Reade admitted.

"Why would I ever help her?" Remi demanded.

"She's not the bad guy," Reade insisted, "She's undercover for the CIA."

"The price that was paid for her cover was my brother's life," Remi reminded him.

"She didn't know Blake was going to kill him," Reade insisted, "She just needed to separate them so that she could have more control. Roman knew her so he would have gotten rid of her quickly."

"So instead she got rid of him," Remi refused to concede even an inch.

"Why is she just telling us this now?" Kurt asked Reade.

"She's on her own and Blake has become suspicious of her," Reade admitted, "If we don't back her up, she's going to end up dead."

"Is she's undercover for the CIA," Remi argued, "Shouldn't they be her backup?"

"That's not how they do things," Reade denied.

Suddenly Remi had a flashback. She was in the Black Site and her breathing became erratic as she looked around at the stark surroundings. She knew what was coming. It had been happening for months.

Kurt was watching Remi in concern when she abruptly seemed to turn in on herself.

"Remi?" He worried. His hand came up to cradle her neck. She flinched at his touch and he knew they were in trouble.

She suddenly bolted upright and began backing away from them, her eyes sightless.

"Don't come any closer," She warned them.

"Remi," Kurt didn't advance, but tried to use his voice to bring her back.

"What's wrong with her?" Reade worried.

"I don't know," Kurt admitted.

When Remi backed into the corner and slid down until she huddled there, Kurt turned to Reade.

"Get Ivan up here," He urged him.

"I'm on it," Reade reached for the phone.

Kurt felt his heart lurch when Remi began talking to somebody they couldn't see.

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Ivan arrived with Patterson.

"What's wrong with her?" She asked him.

Looking at his sister Ivan explained, "She's having a hallucination."

"Of what?" Patterson worried, "She looks scared to death."

"What were you talking about before this happened?" Ivan asked Weller.

"The CIA," Kurt explained.

"So she is probably reliving her time at the Black Site," Ivan suggested.

"How do you know about that?" Kurt asked him suspiciously.

"Roman complained about it all the time," Ivan admitted, "He was upset that even after you sent her there, she still sided with you."

"We didn't send her there!" Patterson protested "They took her."

"Well, however she got there," Ivan said wearily, "She's back there now."

"We need to help her!" Patterson pleaded when Remi flinched at something they couldn't see.

"She's progressing faster than Roman," Ivan admitted.

"I thought the shot you gave her was supposed to slow down the progression." Kurt worried.

"It was," Ivan agreed, "But not enough evidentially."

"What else can we do?" Reade asked him calmly.

"I have something else I can use," Ivan admitted, "But it has some drawbacks."

"What kind of drawbacks?" Kurt worried.

"It's more potent," Ivan explained, "She's going to feel sick, lethargic, her headaches will get worse before it gets better."

"What else?" Kurt worried.

"I don't know," Ivan admitted, "Roman didn't have the same problems as Remi. I wish I knew more."

"What do we do?" Patterson looked to Kurt for guidance.

Just then Remi whimpered and buried her face into her knees.

"We have to try," Kurt realized.

"I'll get the medicine ready. We need someplace we can keep her while she goes through the worst of it," Ivan warned them.

"Will she be dangerous?" Reade asked him.

"She's always dangerous," Ivan reminded him, "But she might lose some of her restraint."

"I'll get Roman's old cell ready," Reade said watching Kurt in concern.

"No!" Kurt denied, "We are not locking her in there."

"It's for her own protection," Ivan insisted, "And ours."

"It's for the best," Reade insisted.

"Then I'm staying in there with her," Kurt insisted.

"It's too dangerous," Patterson argued.

"I'm staying," Kurt insisted.

The finality in this voice ended their protests. They just hoped he knew what he was doing.