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It took an agonizing thirty minutes for Reade to get the room ready and for Ivan to gather what he needed.

Kurt sat on the floor next to Jane, because there was no doubt that it was her reliving her time at the Black Site. He'd known she was tortured and he'd seen the fading bruises when she'd come back, but sitting there watching her flinch and seeing her erratic breathing and silent tears was killing him. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more she suddenly let the most agonizing scream and he knew he would never be the same again.

He couldn't simply watch her torment even another second. Despite the obvious danger, he crawled over to her and pulled her onto his lap and attempted to sooth her.

"Jane," He called to her, "You're not there. You're here with me."

She stiffened when he touched her, but the sound of his voice seemed to finally be cutting through her agony.

The whippers stopped as abruptly as they'd started. She didn't say anything and he could feel the tremors that were running through her limbs.

"Jane?" He whispered, his lips brushing her forehead.

She didn't answer, but she did burrow closer and hold him tighter.

"I've got you," Kurt kept repeating, "I'm here."

Jane began the long process of trying to pull herself together. She'd had nightmares about her time with the CIA, but what had just happened had been so real.

"I'm okay," She tried to reassure Kurt. The sound of her voice was husky and she was afraid she knew why.

"I'm sorry," She told him, her face buried in his neck.

"No," Kurt denied, "I'm sorry, I should never have let them take you."

"You didn't know what they had planned." Jane assured him.

"I was too busy thinking about myself," Kurt admitted, "It's my fault they took you. It's my fault you suffered."

"Kurt," Jane finally pulled back far enough to look up at him. Seeing her red eyes and tear stained face he closed his eyes in despair.

"Kurt," Jane repeated and waited until he met her eyes, "You didn't turn me into a terrorist, nor did you force me to lie to the team. I'm the reason Mayfair was killed. I was at that Black Site because of who I was, not because what you did or didn't do."

Kurt could see that she meant what she said and he loved her for it, but he knew better. He should have protected her and he hadn't. That was on him. It would always be his cross to bear, just like the nightmares were hers. However, after watching her for the last thirty minutes, he feared the nightmares wouldn't be just hers anymore. The thought of her suffering like that for three long agonizing months, would haunt his waking thoughts and live in his dreams. How she could overcome it like she had was beyond him. She was definitely the strong woman he'd ever met.

"What happens now?" Jane asked him.

"Ivan is going to give you some different medicine," Kurt explained.

"Why do you look so worried?" Jane asked him.

"It's going to be difficult," Kurt admitted, "You're going to feel pain and I wouldn't put you through it if there were any other way."

"I know pain," Jane reminded him gently.

"I understand you do," Kurt told her. Knowing and understanding was too different things. He understood what she'd gone through now, but he knew the small part he'd witnessed was killing him and she'd gone through so much more.

"Where are we doing this?" She asked him.

"Roman's old cell," Kurt admitted.

"Why there?" Jane didn't want to go back down there.

"You might become aggressive," Kurt admitted, "Reade thought it would be best if we could restrain you if it became necessary."

"Then give me the medication and leave me." Jane agreed.

"I'm not letting you go through this alone," Kurt denied with absolute certainty.

"Kurt," Jane worried. "What if I hurt you?"

"You think watching you suffer from the outside the glass isn't going to hurt me?" Kurt asked her.

"Not physically," Jane insisted.

"I'm staying with you," Kurt wouldn't be dissuaded.

"If it gets too bad," Jane insisted, "You'll leave?"

"No," Kurt admitted. He wasn't going to lie to her ever again.

"Don't let me hurt you," Jane begged him.

"You won't," Kurt said with certainty.

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Kurt wanted to carry her, but Jane insisted on walking. When they arrived at the cell she walked over and sank down on the bed wearily. Looking over at the frame she saw Roman's carving and her fingers went to it instinctively.

Kurt followed her gaze and looked back up at her with a worried frown.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"This is the place you kissed me for the first time after I came back," Jane remembered.

Kurt remembered too. After everything they'd gone through that day, he'd need that contact to reassure himself that she was live and safe with him.

Months of pent up frustration had gone into that kiss and after her initial hesitation it had been one of the most remarkable they'd ever shared. Considering their history since then, that said a lot. Every moment with her was remarkable, but that was the moment that he'd let himself admit that his life would never be right without her.

"I didn't want to leave you," Kurt admitted.

Jane looked up into the face of the man she loved and smiled at his fierce expression.

"I remember." Jane smiled. "I didn't want you to go."

Suddenly, Ivan was there with Patterson.

"Are you both ready?" He worried.

"I need you to promise me that if I try to hurt Kurt, you stop me…no matter what it takes." Jane insisted.

"I promise," Patterson assured her.

The two women shared a moment of understanding before Patterson leaned in to hug her before leaving the room.

"Should you restrain me?" Jane asked Ivan.

"No," He denied, "You'd only hurt yourself trying to get free."

"Better I hurt myself than someone else," Jane insisted.

"I won't let you to either," Kurt assured her.

Ivan prepared the injection and Jane felt the needle pierce her skin. The drug moved through her system like sludge and the fire spread from limb to limb before every part of her was consumed in pain.

It was Kurt than prevented her from scratching at her own skin. He held her tightly against him as her body withered in pain. He rubbed her head when her eyes dilated and her hands pressed against her scalp trying to alleviate the debilitating pain.

It lasted for hours and although they'd all feared for Kurt's safety, Jane never let the tight control she had over herself slip. He protected her from hurting herself and she protected him from her. Even when the pain was the most debilitating she never lost sight of who was holding her. By the time it began to dissipate both Kurt and Jane were covered in sweat. Limbs shaking, exhaustion weighing them down he still manage to support her when she couldn't support herself.

"Is it over?" She whispered against his chest.

Kurt looked over at where Patterson and Ivan were both watching with varying degrees of concern.

At Ivan's reassuring nodded, Kurt told her, "Yes. Go to sleep, you're exhausted, I've got you."

"I love you," Jane slurred the words, her body unable to go on.

"You too," Kurt surrounded her in every way he knew how and finally allowed himself to relax.

Watching them fall asleep, Ivan turned to Patterson and studied her as she wiped away the tracks the tears had made down her cheeks.

"They're going to be fine," Ivan assured her.

"Did Roman have to go through that?" Patterson turned to ask him.

"Yes," Ivan admitted, "Did you and Roman…"

"No," Patterson didn't make him finish.

"Good to know," Ivan told her.

She didn't know what to say to that.

"How long do you think they'll sleep?" She asked him.

"Several hours," Ivan admitted, "We'll monitor them from your lab."

The two of them left, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Both of them worried.

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Keaton arrived at the NYO two hours later.

"Keaton," Reade greeted him, "What bring you over here?"

"A little birdie told me that Remi is back," Keaton didn't beat around the bush.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Reade said easily.

"Cut the crap," Keaton insisted, "If Remi is back I need to question her. She has valuable intel on some of the worst criminals in the world."

"Why would you think that after all of this time Remi's back?" Reade asked him pointed.

"I'm the CIA," Keaton reminded him, "It's my job to gather intelligence. I already know the answer I just wanted to see if you would protect her."

"Of course I'm going to protect her," Reade agreed easily, "I'm the FBI, that what we do."

Keaton held up some paperwork, "I have orders to take her into custody for questioning."

Reade reached for the papers, hiding the fact that his heart was racing. He took the moment to review it before he explained.

"She's not here," Reade insisted.

"I know she's here," Keaton denied.

"I'm going have to insist you explain how you've come by all of your faulty Intel." Reade said bluntly.

Keaton didn't answer him, "If you don't turn her over, you're breaking the law."

"You and I both know that Remi's been Jane since she climbed out of that bag. Hell, you tortured her for three months. Did she ever tell you anything?" Reade demanded.

"No," Keaton admitted, "But she didn't remember anything…now she does."

"She doesn't," Reade insisted, "But while you're here I want to find out what the deal is with Tasha."

"She was fired," Keaton said, "What's the confusion?"

"She's working for Blake," Reade said, "That seems suspicious to me."

"Maybe she was stealing the phone for Blake," Keaton suggested.

"Man, how do you sleep at night?" Reade was exasperated.

"Cell free," Keaton explained, "Which is more than I can say for you if you don't produce Remi right now."

"Jane is down in holding with Weller," Reade admitted, "Remi only exists in your files. You have her, I don't."
"I'll be the judge of that," Keaton insisted turning toward the door, "Remi is one of the most dangerous terrorists in the world and you're trying to protect her."

Following after him Reade warned him, "If you think that Jane is dangerous, she's nothing compared what Weller is going to be if you try to take her from him."

"I'm not scared of Weller," Keaton insisted.

"You should be," Reade warned him, "Jane's his wife. They've been through so much. You need to listen."

Even before they arrived at the elevator, Patterson and Rich had already joined them.

"What's this? A field trip?" Keaton demanded.

"I'm here to help Jane," Patterson explained.

"I'm here to help Weller dispose of your body," Rich explained, his face serious.

"I can have you sent back to prison for threatening a Federal Agent," Keaton warned him.

"I didn't say I would kill you," Rich insisted. Turning to Reade and Patterson he assured them "I would." He turned back to Keaton, "I said I would help get rid of your body. That's really not a threat."

"You're not exactly running a tight ship here," Keaton told Reade.

"And yet we're still successfully making arrests and insuring he safety of US Citizens." Reade pointed out.

The elevators opened and the team walked in the room to find Weller and Jane sleeping heavily on the very small cot.

"How do they even fit?" Rich walked over to look down on them. His expression was affectionate until he turned back to Keaton, his body firmly placed between Keaton and his target.

"What's wrong with them?" Keaton demanded.

"They're exhausted," Reade explained as Weller began to stir.

"Well…you need to wake them." Keaton insisted.

Patterson did the honors.

"Kurt," She placed her hand on his arm softly, "Get up. Keaton's here and wants to speak with Jane."
"What?" Kurt looked up at Patterson in confusion, before he turned to see the others.

"What's going on?" He demanded as sat up, all the while trying to keep from waking Jane.

"Keaton has a warrant to take Remi into custody." Reade warned him.

"Well, that's not happening," Kurt was wide awake now.

"I have legal authority," Keaton insisted, "If that's Remi, you need to tell me or you'll be obstructing justice."

"It's Jane," Kurt insisted looking down at his wife tenderly.

"Wake her up," Keaton insisted, his voice loud enough to do the honors.

Jane's eyes fluttered opened.

"Kurt?" She sat up stiffly. Everything hurt. "What's Keaton doing here?"

"I'm here to take you into custody." Keaton told her, watching her closely.

When she paled at his words and looked to Kurt for help, Keaton realized they were telling him the truth. This was Jane.

"You're not taking her," Kurt said aggressively as he stood up and advanced on Keaton.

Patterson jumped in between the two men. "Whow, whow, whow, everyone needs to take a breath."

"Is Jane remembering?" Keaton asked bluntly.

Before the others could speak Jane told him truthfully, "Yes, some things."

"Anything that could help with our terrorism task force?" Keaton demanded.

"She's not going to tell you anything more until we get paperwork insuring that anything she tells you won't be used to prosecute her." Kurt insisted.

"I don't need to make a deal to talk to her," Keaton reminded him holding up the paperwork, "I have a warrant."

"Jane's strong," Reade reminded him, "You won't be able to get her to talk without her cooperation. So you could arrest her and get nowhere or you can offer her immunity and maybe get some pretty bad people off the streets."

"You would make your own self-preservation a bigger priority than protecting the innocent?" Keaton looked over at Jane.

Her eyes closed in pain at that accusation.

"Jane is innocent," Kurt reminded Keaton, "She's spent years of her life paying the price for a life she can't even remember. She's made countless personal sacrifices to ensure people stay safe. She's given up her old life, her family and even her new life when she feared for our safety. I am not willing to give up her freedom just so you can close a few cases. Either offer her a deal, or we leave here right now."

"Kurt!" Patterson protested.

"You won't find us," Kurt reminded Keaton, "You weren't able to for her for 18 months…"

"You're an FBI Agent," Keaton reminded him.

"She's my wife," Kurt rebutted.

Keaton didn't say anything for a moment.

"I'll have the paperwork ready in a couple of hours," Keaton finally relented. He knew he wouldn't get any information out of Jane and Weller was right, if they left he wouldn't find them. They had all the cards and Weller was smart enough and surprisingly ruthless enough to play them.

Jane felt the tension in her weary muscles leave her so abruptly that she sank back down against the mattress limply.

"What's wrong with her?" Keaton didn't want to admit he was worried, but he was.

"She tired," Patterson insisted.

"I'll be back," Keaton scowled at them before turning and leaving abruptly.

Kurt turned back to Jane and went and pulled her onto his lap.

"We can't trust him," Jane worried.

"I won't let anyone take you ever again." Kurt assured her.

"I don't want you to get into trouble trying to save me." Jane insisted.

"You are my whole world," Kurt admitted, "Without you I have nothing left to lose."

Rich turned away and began to leave.

"Where are you going?" Patterson asked him.

"To make the best fake identities of my career," Rich admitted.

"Rich," Reade warned him.

When Patterson followed after him, Reade asked her, "Where are you going?"

"To help him," Patterson wasn't going to lie. "If Keaton is lying, we won't have time to make them later. We need not only to make the fake ids. We need to build up a long detailed back history that can weather intense scrutiny."

"You're not supposed to tell me that!" Reade argued.

"Well," Patterson explained, "You asked."

Reade just shook his head and looked over to meet Weller's eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Weller asked him bluntly.

"I'm going to establish transport, get you money, a few changes of clothes and a couple of weapons." Reade admitted with a little grin.

"This could end your career," Kurt warned him.

"You and Jane are my family," Reade explained, "I wouldn't have this job if it weren't for you, so I'd say we're even."

"Thank you," Jane whispered.

"I love you guys," Reade admitted.

"We love you too," Jane confessed.

"Get some rest," Reade insisted, "We've got you."
Kurt watched him go before turning back to Jane.

"Were you ever worried we would turn you over?" He needed to know.

"No," Jane denied, "I was worried that you wouldn't."

There on the cost where they'd finally realized their feeling for each other they made a new discovery. That they would die for each other was a given, but that their family would sacrifice their careers and their freedom for them was a gift they hadn't expected. A gift they would treasure and sacrifice for, a gift beyond measure.