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"I'm rethinking this," Kurt admitted as they looked through the glass at where Blake sat waiting.
"Why?" Ivan asked him, "If it's because you don't think I can do it…"
"It's not that," Kurt denied, "It's going to put a target on you. The way she looked at Jane…"
"We're already targets," Ivan reminded Kurt.
"Let him go," Jane urged Kurt, "We won't let her get away with killing Roman."
"See," Kurt ran his hand over his neck in agitation, "It's too personal, for all of us."
"That's why we'll succeed." Ivan insisted.
"Patterson," Kurt looked over at her, "What do you think?"
"I think it's a terrible idea," She said bluntly.
"Look," Rich interrupted them, "I'm the only here with any type of objectivity and I say we should go for it. She's already trying to kill them and we need to keep her off center. Believing that Roman is still alive is all we've got right now."
"Fine," Kurt was not happy.
Ivan didn't wait for him to change his mind. He headed for the door that separated him from his brother's killer.
Blake looked up when he entered and her blank expression cracked.
"I thought you were dead," She said, her voice hoarse.
"Don't you mean you thought you killed me?" Ivan asked her, pulling out the chair and sitting down.
"What are you doing here?" Blake demanded, not able to meet his eyes.
"You should have really made sure I was dead before you left me," Ivan told her, "Jane found me and the FBI brought me back here."
"What do you want?" Blake was afraid she knew the answer.
"You," Ivan told her.
"What?" Blake looked shocked.
"I never betrayed you," Ivan insisted, "I turned my back on everything for you."
"You killed my father!" Blake accused him.
"No I didn't," Ivan insisted, "He attacked an FBI agent and was killed."
"You're sister!" Blake accused him.
"You're missing the point," Ivan leaned in and lowered his voice, "You tried to kill me, but I didn't turn you in for it. If I had, you would have been here long before now."
"What are you saying?" Blake demanded, finally meeting his eyes.
"I really loved you," Ivan told her.
"So it wasn't all a lie?" Blake's lip trembled.
"It was the most real thing I've ever had," Ivan told her.
"I don't believe you," Blake looked away.
"You don't have to believe me," Ivan told her, "I know you never loved me. Trying to kill me was enlightening."
"So what do you want?" Blake turned back to him.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," Ivan explained, "I was looking for something real, but you're as fake as everything else in your Father's world."
Ivan stood up and headed for the door.
"Roman…wait!" Blake called to him.
Ivan stopped at the door, but didn't turn around.
"I'm sorry," Blake began to cry, "I thought you were using me."
"Yeah, well, I thought you loved me. Guess we were both wrong," Ivan pulled the door open and left.
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Watching from the observation room Rich couldn't help himself, "Damn, he's good. Are we sure he isn't Roman?"
"Rich," Kurt chided.
"I'm just asking. Aren't twins usually opposites? You know one dominant and aggressive, the other sweet and understanding?" He persisted.
"I think you're stereotyping this," Patterson insisted.
"Well," Rich ignored the tension his question brought them, "All I'm saying is Ivan is disconcertingly like his brother."
Jane and Kurt shared a worried look.
Ivan came back into the room with them.
"That should mess with her head," He told them.
"Where'd you learn how to do that?" Patterson asked him.
"I've studied people for years," Ivan told her, "I might not have felt strongly about anyone, but I know how people act when they do."
"What do you think she'll do next?" Patterson asked him.
"If she cared about Roman at all, she's going to try to reconnect with me," Ivan suggested.
"You can't do that," Jane protested, "She's too dangerous."
"I could be Zapata's backup on the inside." Ivan suggested.
"That's crazy," Patterson protested, "Do you really want to pretend to be in love with the woman that killed your brother?"
"I'm not in love with her," Ivan reminded her.
"Well," Patterson wouldn't let it go, "I'm sure they didn't have a platonic relationship. Could you sleep with your brother's killer?"
Jane was looking at Patterson with a knowing expression.
"I'm not going to sleep with her," Ivan insisted, "She did try to kill me earlier today."
"How are you going to get out of it?" Patterson asked him, "Say you're waiting for marriage?"
"Okay," Rich was watching them strangely, "This is getting a little weird. What's going on?"
"Nothing," Patterson and Ivan said together.
"I need to get over to the hospital to relieve Reade," Patterson told them, turning away.
The other's watched her leave with worried expressions.
"What just happened?" Rich said genuinely puzzled.
Nobody answered him.
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Reade was sitting next to Tasha's bed when she finally woke up.
She turned to look at him and asked, "Are Jane and Ivan okay?"
"They're fine," Reade assured her, "Why didn't you warn us?"
"Blake didn't give me any time," Tasha admitted, "She sent the two men with me to ensure I didn't back out."
"Were you going to go through with it?" Reade asked her.
"I didn't know what to do," Tasha admitted, "But when I realized it was going down, I knew I had to stop it."
"You are definitely in too deep," Reade told her.
"Its deep cover," Tasha reminded him.
"So deep that Keaton doesn't even know about it," Reade said, "Who sent you in?"
"I can't tell you that," Tasha insisted.
"Right now, it looks like you're on the wrong side," Reade said bluntly, "I need you to give me something."
"You know me," Tasha implored him.
"Not anymore," Reade denied, "The Tasha I knew would never have even considered killing Jane and Ivan. You're becoming the very thing you're trying to stop."
Tasha realized her was right. She turned her head away as two tears made their way down her face.
"I can't pull out now," She insisted, "Blake will get away with everything if I do that."
"Then let us help you," Reade insisted, "The CIA is going to turn their backs on you. You don't want to go down with Blake do you?"
Before Tasha could respond the door was pushed open and Patterson came in.
"You're awake," She exclaimed moving to the side of the bed, "How are you doing?"
Tasha looked at the two most important people in her life and she could feel their reserve. When she'd joined the CIA she hadn't realized just what she'd be giving up. Not only was she losing the people closest to her, she was losing herself.
"I'm okay," Tasha assured her.
Reade stood up in frustration, "I'm going back to the office, Think about what I said."
Patterson watched him go with a worried frown.
"What was that all about?" She asked Tasha.
"He wants me to give him information on what I'm doing." Tasha explained.
"Well that sounds perfectly reasonable," Patterson said, "Want to tell me why you aren't going to?"
"How do you know I'm not?" Tasha asked her.
"Because I know you," Patterson explained, "You've been keeping secrets all this time. If you trusted us, you would have already shared."
"It's not that I don't trust you!" Tasha protested.
"Well," Patterson sat down, "Whatever it is, it's a mistake. The longer you take to realize that, the less we're going to trust you."
Tasha fell silent as she considered the truth behind Patterson's words.
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"Blake's lawyer is here," Reade told Kurt.
"Let's go question her," Kurt told him.
"She's not going to tell us anything and we don't have enough evidence to hold her." Reade reminded him.
"We aren't trying to hold her," Kurt insisted, "We're just trying to sell that Roman's still alive and Tasha didn't betray her."
"Let's go," Reade conceded.
The interview went as planned. By the time Blake left, her lawyer was on the way to the hospital to defend Tasha.
"She bought it," Reade told Kurt.
"But is that a good thing?" Kurt asked him, "The longer Tasha maintains her cover, the more likely she is to be forced to do something she can't come back from. This is going to get a lot harder before it's over."
Reade didn't say anything, because he knew that Kurt was right.
Walking into the lab, Kurt headed straight for Jane.
"Did you find anything?"
"We might have a location for the final drive," She admitted.
"Where?" Kurt demanded.
"It's in the home that Roman and I shared with Sheppard." Jane told him.
"We'll need a warrant," Kurt told Reade.
"I'll get it for you," Reade assured them, "Just head that way."
Kurt and Jane turned to go, when Ivan and Rich joined them.
"Is there something else?" Kurt worried.
"No," Rich denied, "We're going with you."
"Why?" Kurt demanded.
"With Tasha out of the picture and Reade getting the warrant, you need backup." Rich explained.
"Neither of you is armed," Kurt reminded them.
"I don't need a weapon," Ivan pointed out.
Rich looked at Ivan before turning back to Kurt, "I'm there for my brain, not my brawn, although I am pretty fit."
Jane rolled her eyes as she watched Rich primping and flexing his muscles.
"Let's go," Kurt shook his head.
It took them an hour to arrive.
"Someone lives here!" Rich said in an excited voice.
"Hence the need for the warrant," Kurt reminded him.
"Do you think these are former Sandstorm Operatives?" Rich asked them.
"No," Jane denied, "Roman and I have already been inside with Nas. They're normal people."
"You went inside?" Kurt didn't know why he was surprised.
"Yeah," Jane admitted, "Nas wasn't as concerned as you are about following the rules."
Kurt didn't say anything to that. The less he said on this subject the better.
"Wait here," Jane told Ivan and Rich, "We don't want to overwhelm them."
"How are you going to find the drive without me?" Rich demanded.
"We've been able to find the others," Jane insisted.
"You don't appreciate me at all!" Rich called after her as she slammed the door.
"Why did we bring him?" Kurt asked Jane.
"It was a moment of weakness," Jane teased him.
Kurt laughed down at her.
"I feel sorry for Ivan being stuck in there with him," Jane admitted.
"I think he can take care of himself," Kurt assured her.
They executed the warrant and an hour later had found nothing.
"I think we're going to have to get him," Kurt warned Jane.
"He's never going to let us live this down," Jane smiled up at him ruefully.
"I'll be right back," Kurt left her searching.
Rich blew into the house like a tornado. He didn't touch anything, he and Ivan simply walked around taking everything in.
"I knew you needed me," He taunted Jane.
"I think you should wait to gloat until you find something," She suggested.
"Oh," Rich assured her, "I know where it is."
"Where?" Kurt demanded, unamused.
"It's in the wall Roman broke with his fist." Rich explained.
"Why didn't you tell us that before?" Jane demanded, going over to the wall that had since been repaired.
"Well you said you didn't need me…" He reminded them.
Ivan was watching the exchange with a stoic face.
"Don't say anything," Jane warned him.
"I wasn't going to," Ivan assured her, watching as she bent down and broke the newly mended wall.
"Not again," The woman who lived there moaned.
Jane pulled the drive out of the wall and held it up.
"You're welcome," Rich taunted her.
"Don't make me kick your ass," Jane threatened.
"A thank you would suffice." Rich chided her.
She shot him an exasperated look and Ivan didn't even try to hide his smile.
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"We have all of the drives," Patterson told Reade.
"Concentrate on Jane's poisoning," Reade told her, "We can work on the tattoos after we figure that out."
"Ivan already has all the data from his research in the system, we added the tests that Crawford ran on Roman and the system is cycling through them. If there's anything there, we should know soon."
"I've added Jane's blood test to the mix," Ivan explained, "She and Roman shared the same blood type, but there are enough differences that we needed to factor them in."
"Did you tell Jane and Kurt?" Reade worried.
"We don't want to get their hopes up," Patterson denied, "They cycle will only take a few hours. If we don't get anything we'll need to run more tests."
"Keep me informed." Reade said as he turned away.
"Do you think this is going to work?" Patterson asked Ivan.
"I don't know," Ivan denied, "This is the best shot we've had."
Patterson closed her eyes and hoped for a miracle.
