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Kurt and Jane arrived at hospital. The guard at the door advised them that Tasha's lawyer had departed and she was alone.
"She's awake," The guard told them.
Kurt waited for Jane to enter first, when she hesitated, he looked down at her in concern.
"What's wrong?" He worried.
"I'm not ready." She admitted.
He understood.
"You want me just to go?" He asked her.
"I'm going to get something to drink," Jane told him, "You want anything?"
"I'm good," He assured her watching her head to the elevator with a concerned frown.
Entering the room he found Tasha sitting up in bed staring out the window. She turned her attention to him.
"Where's Jane?" She asked.
"She went down to the cafeteria to get something to drink," Kurt admitted.
"She doesn't want to see me," Tasha realized.
"She's not ready," Kurt agreed.
"I didn't know she was going to kill him," Tasha explained. "Nothing we had on her indicated she was capable of that."
"Would you have killed him?" Kurt asked her.
"I needed him out of the picture," Tasha admitted, "I would have preferred him in custody, but yeah, I probably would have killed him."
"Jane understands," Kurt admitted, "But she still loved Roman. He was the rock she held onto her entire life."
Tasha turned away ashamed of what she was becoming.
"How do you feel?" Kurt changed the subject.
"Lost," Tasha admitted candidly.
"We sold Blake your cover," Kurt told her.
"I know," Tasha turned to face him, "You didn't have to do that."
"We've still got your back," Kurt insisted, "I just wished you'd trust us."
"I trust you more than I do myself," Tasha admitted.
Jane heard her as she pushed open the door. She knew how that felt.
"Jane!" Tasha was watching her with a tragic expression.
"You risked your cover to spare Ivan and I." Jane said quietly.
"I'm sorry about Roman," Tasha told her.
Jane couldn't answer.
"Kurt," Tasha looked over at him, "Could we get a minute?"
Kurt looked over at Jane in concern. She nodded her agreement and Kurt left after placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Sit with me," Tasha implored her.
Jane reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed with her.
"I didn't know your brother was sick." Tasha admitted, "I thought he was a sociopath that was trying to kill us. I didn't want to hurt you."
"I know that," Jane admitted, "I'm not angry that you went after him. I did too. I just…miss him."
When Tasha saw the tears that Jane rarely shed in her eyes, she began to cry with her.
"I'm sorry," Tasha pulled her into her arms and held her tightly. "I wish it could have been different."
"Me too," Jane admitted, her arms going around Tasha gently. She didn't want to hurt her.
The two strong women found the strength they needed to be vulnerable together. Leaning on each other for support they let their emotions go.
Kurt pushed open the door to check on them and caught his breath at the sight of them so vulnerable. He joined them and they included him in their circle.
"I need your help," Tasha admitted.
"That's what families are for," Jane said wiping her eyes.
Tasha grasped Jane's hand tightly. Kurt looked at the two women with love. They needed each other. They both had a unique understanding of the other and he knew if they could weather this storm, then nothing would shake the foundation of their friendship. He'd do whatever it took to make sure they had whatever they needed to make it through.
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"Tasha's going to brief us," Reade told Patterson and Ivan.
"What changed her mind?" Patterson said in relief.
"Jane," Reade admitted.
"Your sister is one of the most selfless people I've ever met," Patterson told Ivan, "She always looks for the good in everyone."
"She's the reason I went legit," Rich admitted.
"She was always the voice of reason in our house," Ivan admitted with a little smile.
"How's the simulation doing?" Reade asked them, "Is it almost done?"
"It's finished," Ivan admitted, "And we've had some results, it's just going to take some time to decipher them."
"Can Patterson help?" Reade asked him.
"Of course," Ivan readily agreed, "I can use all the help I can get."
"I know someone that would love to assist us," Patterson admitted.
"Who?" Ivan asked.
"My Dad," Patterson explained, "He's gifted in science. If anyone can help us make sense of the results, he can."
"Bring him in," Reade agreed, "This is our main priority."
"I'll call him." Patterson agreed.
Ivan didn't say anything. He'd love to meet the man that raised such and exceptional woman.
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Blake looked at her lawyer and said, "Well?"
"They have nothing on her," The woman assured her, "The shots fired came from the dead men."
"She didn't fire at all?" Blake demanded.
"She was shot with her gun out," The lawyer explained, "We're going with the scenario that she was just attempting to protect herself, when the FBI fired on her by mistake."
"So the men were responsible for the way it went down," Blake turned away.
"It would seem so," The woman admitted.
Blake realized she'd been too hasty. Tasha had tried to warn her, but after realizing that Roman was still alive, she hadn't listened.
"What's her prognosis?" Blake asked.
"It's good," The lawyer assured her, "The FBI is watching her, they have a guard on the door, but it's unlikely they'll be able to bring charges."
"When will she be released?" Blake demanded.
"I don't know."
"Well, go find out," Blake said impatiently.
The woman left and Blake began pacing. Roman was alive and he hadn't turned her in for shooting him. Could she have been wrong all along? Tasha had told her about his lies, but she'd never bothered to find out what he'd been doing.
Running her hand through her hair in agitation she let out a deep breath. She needed to see him again. If she'd been wrong and he had really cared about her…she needed to know.
Picking up the phone she contacted her assistant. It was done within minutes. The invitation to the Gala on Friday had been sent. Now she just had to wait. If he loved her like he said, he would come and she wouldn't have to face all of this alone anymore. She refused to lie to herself, she wanted him to come.
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Ivan looked at the man helping him analyze the data for the hundredth time.
"You're still staring." He said without looking up.
"Sorry," Ivan cleared his throat and looked back down at his report.
Patterson watched him with a little smile.
"Jane and her brother shared important markers," Bill said.
"We all share them," Ivan explained.
Bill looked up at him in silent speculation.
"Now you're staring," Ivan said uncomfortably.
"I don't think the answer to the poisoning is in this data," He admitted.
"What?" Patterson looked devastated.
"Don't worry pumpkin," Bill patted her hand. "I think there is a solution, but the missing component isn't resting with either Jane or Roman."
"Then where is it?" Ivan asked in frustration. They had been working on these reports for hours.
"It's with you, son," Bill told him.
"What?" Ivan rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily.
"Both Jane and Roman were contaminated with zip, but you share the same markers and are clear of the poisoning."
"So if I donate my blood," Ivan realized.
"We can transfuse your sister and give her the injection of the antidote you've already developed. It should be enough to clear her system." Bill suggested.
"What if it doesn't?" Patterson worried.
"Then we'll be somewhat worse off than we are right now," Bill admitted.
"What are the odds?" Patterson demanded.
"Seventy-seven percent," Ivan answered for him.
"That's right," Bill looked pleased.
"Let's start collecting." Ivan began to roll up his sleeve.
"We can't take it all at once," Bill reminded them, "We need to take it over the next few days."
"We need to hurry," Ivan told him.
"What's the rush?" Bill asked him.
"I have a feeling that someone might want me dead," Ivan admitted.
Bill looked over at his daughter and chided, "That's no way to treat a fellow scientist."
"He didn't mean me, dad." Patterson said with exasperation.
"Oh," Bill looked over at Ivan with a wink, "I see."
Ivan smiled back, he was pretty sure he did see.
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"You think you might have a cure?" Kurt was holding himself very still. Almost if he moved the wrong way it would make the words Patterson had just uttered disappear.
"We're not 100% sure," She warned him.
"Seventy-seven," Rich piped up.
"What do we need to do?" Jane asked, her hand holding Kurt's tightly.
"You don't need to do anything," Patterson assured her. "Ivan is going to donate blood for a transfusion and after that we're going to re-administer the antidote. We think that might be enough to rid your system of the poison."
"The same shot she took before?" Kurt felt his stomach sink. The effect of the shot had been brutal and Jane's body had taken a lot of time to recover from its effects.
"Yes," Ivan admitted, with a concerned look at Jane, "I'm sorry, it's the only way."
"What if she's too weak?" Kurt worried, "Could she die?"
"That's the twenty-three percent," Rich said quietly.
"No," Kurt immediately began to shake his head.
"Kurt," Patterson placed her hand on his arm, "She will die if we don't do something."
"100%" Rich agreed.
"Can't we make the odds better?" Kurt worried,
"The longer we wait," Ivan argued, "The weaker Jane will become. If she experiences another brain bleed before the procedure the odds go down."
"I'll do it," Jane ended the discussion.
Kurt looked over at her, his eyes distressed.
"We need to talk about it," He insisted.
"No," She denied, "I won't make you live with this decision if it goes badly. This is my decision and I've made it."
"Jane," Kurt didn't know what to say. Even in this terrible moment she was protecting him.
He didn't say anything, but pulled her against him tightly.
"When?" Jane looked at Ivan.
"Tomorrow afternoon," Ivan told her.
She nodded.
"I think we should all get together tonight," She told Kurt.
"We can meet at my place," Patterson offered.
Kurt nodded, but his arms didn't release her.
"We need to call Sara, Sawyer and Avery," Jane looked to Patterson for her continued support.
"I'll call them," Reade offered.
"No," Kurt released his tight hold on Jane, but didn't let his arms fall away. "I'll call them."
The night was happy, but melancholy. They all knew what was at stake.
Lying in bed that night, Kurt didn't sleep. He spent his time memorizing every inch of his wife. Watching her sleep, holding her close he counted the minutes, knowing there weren't enough of them.
He'd never looked forward to something he dreaded so much. He wanted the cure with a desperation that was unhealthy, but he feared the outcome with every breath he took.
"Go to sleep," Jane said her voice husky.
"I'm okay," Kurt insisted.
"Kurt," Jane pushed herself up so she could look at him in the dim room. "This procedure isn't going to be easy. Sleep now, with me. Tomorrow we'll fight this together, but tonight, share my dreams."
Kurt ran his hand down her face tenderly. "I'll try."
She scooted back down and into his arms.
With her warm body half covering his and her soft breath feathering across his chest, Kurt let himself sleep. He dreamed of their future. She dreamed of their past.
