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Okay I could probably edit more...but that would mean I won't post until really late...OR I can post now and you could just forgive me for the errors? Deal? Thanks! :D
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"Well you look like crap," Patterson told Rich bluntly.
"You should talk," He told her.
"You need to get some sleep," Ivan agreed with Patterson.
"Sleep is for the weak," Rich scoffed.
"It's also for the dead," Patterson reminded him, "So I think you should rethink that decision."
"I'm not going to die over a few lost hours." Rich chided.
"When was the last time you slept?" Jane was the one that asked that question.
Everyone turned to where she was leaning weakly against the door.
"You should have called for me," Kurt rushed over to help guide her to a chair.
"How do you feel?" Ivan worried, moving over to check her.
"Tired," Jane admitted, "But better than before. Did it work?"
"I don't know yet," Ivan admitted. "We need to wait a few days before we test you. That way if the poison is still in your system, it will have enough time to be measurable."
"If it is?" Jane asked him.
"Then we go back to the drawing board," Ivan told her.
She and Kurt shared a look. His concerned, hers reassuring.
"Then we wait," Jane agreed, "What's going on? Rich answer the question."
"36 hours since I slept," Rich admitted.
"Go sleep," Patterson said in concern.
"I've got food coming in," Rich insisted, "Then I'll sleep."
"Fair enough," Patterson agreed.
"Did you find anything on the street cams?" Kurt asked him.
"I was able to follow him three blocks, where he climbed into a stolen car and drove toward Jersey." Rich explained.
"Did you call it in?" Patterson worried.
"No," Rich said sarcastically, "I thought I'd just watch him escape. Of course I called it in. He was arrested and is on his way here."
"Great job," Kurt told Rich. "Patterson, how's the leg?"
"Sore, but I'll live."
"What happened to her leg?" Jane asked in confusion. "Who was arrested?"
"I had a man show up at my apartment looking for you," Patterson explained to Jane, "We caught him and are having him brought in. Hopefully, we can tie him directly to Blake."
"Were you hurt?" Jane was sitting tensely.
"Just grazed my hip," Patterson brushed it off as unimportant.
Jane looked at the tension she could see rolling off each of their teammates and knew that Patterson was down playing the event to keep her from being worried.
"I'm sorry," Jane told her.
"It was Blake," Patterson reminded her, "Not you."
"Did you call Allie and Sara?" Jane asked Kurt, her tone worried.
"I did," Kurt admitted, "They reluctantly agreed to go back home until all of this was over."
"What about Avery?" Jane asked him.
"She's heading back to college." Kurt explained, "They're coming by here to see you before they leave."
"Is that safe?" Jane worried.
"Yes," Kurt assured her, "They have escorts."
Jane just nodded.
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Jane was sitting in the conference room by herself. Sara, Sawyer, Avery, Allie, Bethany and Conner had just left.
It probably would have been more tearful if it wasn't for Bethany. Not wanting to scare her, everyone had made a point of keeping things light.
Avery had been struggling. Jane hated to see her upset, but it warmed her heart that she cared so much.
Looking down at the picture Bethany had left for her she smiled.
Kurt came back in the room, "Did they go?"
"Yes," Jane admitted, "Bethany left us a picture."
Kurt looked down at their extended family with a little smile.
"I'd think she gets that from you." He told her.
She gave him her "yeah right" expression.
"Seriously," Kurt told her, "You spend a lot of time drawing with her when she's here."
"Okay," Jane smiled up at him and his earnest expression. "What did you find out?"
"Ivan is a great interrogator," Kurt told her.
"How so?" Jane smiled.
"Intimidation," Kurt explained. "He took the attack on Patterson personally."
"Should we be worried about that?" Jane asked him.
"Are you?" Kurt asked her.
"No," Jane denied, "Is that awful?"
"No," Kurt smiled over at her in reassurance. "He obviously cares about her."
"She doesn't have the best luck in relationships," Jane reminded him.
"She's tough," Kurt said thinking back to how much Patterson has changed in the past three years.
"Her heart is still soft," Jane said softly.
"So is yours," Kurt reminded her gently.
"But I have you to protect my heart," Jane reminded him.
"It's my privilege," Kurt said huskily, closing the distance between them, his eyes on her lips.
Jane met him halfway.
"Come on guys," Reade said from the doorway, "This room is glass."
Kurt pulled away, but he wasn't in any hurry.
"Sorry," Jane told Reade.
"I'm not," Kurt whispered.
She smiled up at him and Reade shook his head and sat down with them.
"I spoke with Tasha and she thinks that Ivan posing as Roman might work. Blake is obsessed with him." Reade told them.
"Obsessed with killing him," Jane protested.
"She didn't send a hit man after him. She did send him an invitation to the Gala she's having on Friday." Reade passed them the card.
"This is the worst idea," Jane worried.
"He confirmed," Reade warned her.
"Of course he did," Jane rested her head on her hand.
Kurt placed his hand on the back of Jane's neck in support. She reached back on placed hers over his in appreciation.
"You should lie back down," Reade worried.
Just then a cell phone began to ring.
"What's that?" Kurt frowned at Jane.
"I don't know," Jane admitted. She reached into one of the pockets on her jacket looking for the phone.
"That's the phone Remi gave Roman's henchman," Reade identified it.
Jane didn't want to risk missing the call, "Hello." She activated the speaker.
"I have some information." The man told Jane.
"Tell me," Jane told him.
"No!" The man denied, "We have to meet."
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Jane said her voice devoid of emotion.
"Listen," The man sounded scared, "This information is real hush, hush. I think it's worth more than just my life."
"You want me to pay you?" Jane demanded.
"You don't understand what I found out," The man insisted, "There are people that would pay big money for what I know."
"I'll meet you," Jane agreed, "And decide for myself."
"Same place as last time," The man's voice was fast.
Jane looked over at Reade. He nodded that he knew where that was. Kurt was trying to get her to decline.
"I'll be there," Jane agreed.
"One hour," The man insisted before he hung up.
"You can barely walk from the lab to here," Kurt pointed out, "We know who killed Roman and we have all of the drives. Why are you risking yourself like this?"
"He was scared of me," Jane told Kurt, "Whatever he found out made him so excited he wants to meet face to face. It has to be big."
"Or he's setting you up," Kurt argued.
"I'm not going alone," Jane assured him.
"What do you think?" Kurt asked Reade.
"He was terrified of Remi," Reade admitted, "I didn't think he was particularly brave, I think Jane is right. Whatever it is, he's willing to risk his life to try and cash in on it."
Kurt rubbed his neck in frustration.
"Can you do it?" He asked Jane bluntly.
"I can do it," She insisted.
"I want the place surrounded," Kurt warned Reade.
"I'll flood the place with Agents," Reade assured Kurt.
"I'm going with you," He told Jane without any room for negotiation.
She didn't argue, she knew what he was capable of and what he wasn't. Letting her go into this potentially dangerous situation at less than 100% was something he couldn't do. Not after everything they'd just faced. She didn't argue.
"We need to get you looking less…polished." She said with a little smile.
Looking down at the clothes he'd literally slept in he shook his head, "Really?"
"Maybe something in…red." She suggested with a twinkle in her eyes.
"No way," He denied, thinking back to the Kiva Garen.
"We only have an hour," Reade reminded them pointedly.
Kurt pulled Jane up next to him. As they walked past Reade he pretended he didn't see Kurt's hand slide down to squeeze Jane's butt or the smile she shot him over her shoulder.
Shaking his head with a little smile of his own he pulled out his phone to make the arrangements.
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"Are you okay?" Kurt asked her for the hundredth time.
"Kurt," Jane turned to him, "I'm fine."
"I think this is a mistake," Kurt insisted, "You're still too weak."
"I'm trained to fight, even when I feel like I can't go on," Jane reminded him, "I've got this."
That reassurance did not make him feel better.
"How much longer?" Kurt asked Patterson.
"If he comes," Patterson told them, "Ten more minutes."
"Maybe you should wait with the others," Jane worried, "If he sees you, he might not come."
"Then he doesn't come," Kurt wouldn't be dissuaded.
"Who's that?" The man came early.
"Don't worry about it," Jane called back, "What did you find out?"
He came a little closer.
"My information is valuable," He told Jane.
"Worth your life?" She asked him.
"You can't threaten me," The man said bravely, he knew this was his golden ticket.
"I can do more than that," Jane reminded him.
Kurt was watching her silently. It was the first time he saw Jane assuming Remi's personality. He realized that she finally had the chance to choose who she wanted to be. She could remember both.
"I risked my life to find this out," The man argued.
"You risk your life right now," Jane warned him.
"A woman killed your brother," He realized she wasn't going to negotiate.
"I already knew that," Jane warned him, "I hope you didn't waste my time."
"It was Blake Crawford!" The man was getting worried.
"And?" Jane waited.
"She's not really Crawford's daughter!"
"What?" Jane hadn't expected to hear that.
"She was an orphan," The man realized he finally had something she didn't know.
"How did you find that out?" Kurt asked him.
"She fired people who knew things about her," The man explained, "They're bitter and not exactly worried about keeping the secret anymore."
"She was in an orphanage?" Jane was holding herself very still.
"Yeah," The man agreed, "She wasn't adopted until she was around twelve. It was a foreign orphanage, somewhere in Africa."
Kurt and Jane shared a look. Could Blake Crawford been a part of Crawford's orphanage project? If she was, was she trained like Jane, Roman and Ivan had been?
"It was worth it, wasn't it?" The man insisted.
"Take him," Kurt said in the com.
"What?" The man looked confused.
Suddenly there was a flood of agents.
"No way!" The man looked around wildly.
"Look at it this way," Jane told him, "It didn't cost you your life."
After he was taken away Reade walked over to them.
"You think that Blake was trained like you were?" He asked Jane.
"It's the only thing that makes sense," She insisted, "She played Roman and probably Tasha. She wouldn't have been able to do that if she wasn't good. Really good. That takes years of practice."
"Someone trained like you, with the power of Crawford's wealth and no conscious. This just gets better and better." Patterson's voice came over the coms.
"We need to warn Tasha," Reade worried.
Ivan said nothing. He knew what they were facing. For the first time since it all started he wondered if they could win.
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Kurt sat next to Patterson as they watched Jane and Ivan argue.
"Have you ever seen anything like that?" He asked her.
"No," She admitted.
The siblings had arrived back at the lab and immediately begun a heated discussion about Ivan's decision to attend the Gala, especially after what they'd just learned. They knew it was about that because the conversation had begun in English. It wasn't in English now.
"How many is that do you think?" Kurt asked her.
"Languages?" She verified.
"Yeah," He agreed.
"At least six," Patterson suggested, "Maybe seven."
Jane was gesturing to punctuate her argument and Ivan was right there with her.
"Does she ever do that to you?" Patterson asked Kurt with curiosity.
"The gesturing…yeah," He smiled, "They different languages, no."
"I guess it would lose meaning if she yelled at you in a different language," Patterson realized.
"Do you think they know they're even doing it?" Rich asked from where he was listening silently.
"I don't think so," Patterson admitted.
"It's really impressive," Rich admitted, "Knowing that many swear words in so many languages."
"How do you know they're swearing?" Patterson asked him.
"I recognized two of the languages," Rich admitted, "My Father would have so washed out my mouth with soap!"
"Should we stop them?" Patterson worried.
"I'm not going over there," Rich denied, "I want to live."
"Kurt?" Patterson looked to him.
Jane was looking exhausted, so Kurt stood up.
Suddenly Ivan pulled Jane against him and whispered something. She closed her eyes and held him tightly before reluctantly pulling away.
"I think he's made up his mind," He told Jane, pulling her against him so she could lean on him.
"I don't want to lose him," Jane admitted.
"I'm going to be careful," Ivan insisted.
"Can we send anyone in with him?" Jane asked Kurt.
"He can't exactly take a date," Kurt reminded her.
"Get some sleep," Patterson told Jane, "I'll see if I can either snag another invite or see if we can be someone else's plus one."
"Thanks," Jane grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
Watching her go she turned to Ivan.
"She's right."
"I know she is," Ivan admitted, "But if Blake is like us…we need to stop her."
"What aren't you telling me?" Patterson finally asked what had been bothering her.
"I think Blake might have been at my orphanage with me." Ivan admitted.
"How are you not sure?" Patterson frowned at him.
"She was kept separate from the rest of us," Ivan explained, "I guess she was already being groomed to be a Crawford."
"Is that good or bad?" Patterson asked him.
"Bad," Ivan admitted, "They used us to get her ready."
"How?"
"We were expendable." Ivan explained, "They would chose the most elite member of our unit and send them to train with Blake."
"Did you ever train with her?" Patterson worried.
"No," Ivan denied, "The man that adopted me protected me from going."
"Was she that vicious?" Patterson asked him.
"She was that deadly," Ivan explained, "Nobody sent to train with her ever came back."
"She killed them?" Patterson realized.
"She killed them," Ivan confirmed.
"We need to warn Jane," Patterson worried, "Blake has her sights set on her."
"I'm not going to tell her until after the Gala," Ivan denied, "She's worried enough already."
"I think that's a mistake," Patterson told him bluntly.
"Maybe so," Ivan admitted, "But I need to go and she's worried enough."
Patterson looked at him in silent concern. Hiding thing to keep other people form worrying never worked out.
"You're going to regret this." She felt compelled to warn him.
"I regret a lot of things," Ivan told her before turning back to his monitor.
Patterson wondered if she fell in that category…
