I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…
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Jane knew that Kurt was worried about her. She would be lying if she didn't admit that she was hurting.
Kurt held Jane's cold hand gently within his own. His thumb rubbed up and down absently. He was watching her about as much as the road. She didn't seem to notice, which only concerned him more.
All he wanted to do was get back to the safe house so that he could pull her into his arms and hold her.
"Are you hungry?" He asked her.
"No," Jane denied.
"I think you should eat," he worried.
"What do you want to pick up?" She finally turned toward him.
"Anything."
"Can we have something sent in?" She asked hopefully.
"Sure," Kurt assured her.
They arrived back at the safe house and she got out first. He was coming around the hood to meet her as she walked over to unlock the front door. She pushed it open and suddenly she leaped toward him.
He didn't question her, but caught her and dove toward the ground, attempting to shield her from whatever was coming out of that door.
Flames were what came out. Glass shattered as the windows exploded and the walls seem to roll and buckle.
Kurt knew they were too close. He wrapped his arm tightly around Jane's narrow waist and crawled away from the heat of the fire, still keeping her in the shelter of his arms.
When he got them to a more defensible position, he looked down at Jane in concern.
She was unconscious, or…
"Jane!" He called, but the sound of the fire drowned out his voice.
He reached up and felt for a pulse, his eyes closed in relief when he finally found it.
Next he reached for his phone.
Knowing the noise was too intense, he texted for backup. Reade immediately tried to call him, but his entire focus was on his wife.
Small cuts began to appear on her face and he realized she'd been hit with flying glass.
He looked around, making sure that whoever placed that bomb wasn't waiting to finish them off, when he didn't see anyone his attention immediately returned to her.
His shaking hand brushed her hair back away from her face.
"Jane," He whispered, his cheek coming to rest against hers as his lips brushed her ear. "Come back to me…"
He could hear the sirens coming closer when she finally opened her eyes.
She frowned when she saw his distraught expression. Her hand reached up to smooth the worried lines while she tried to remember what happened.
"Are you okay?" Kurt demanded.
"I…" Jane didn't know how to respond. She was confused… then everything clicked back into focus.
He held her tighter when she tried to sit up.
"Shhh," He worried, "Relax, I've got you. You need to stay still."
"Are you hurt?" Jane felt her heart racing at the possibility.
"No," Kurt assured her, "I'm fine."
Her hand slid from his face to his back to pull him against her when she felt the moisture there.
She froze before she pulled away to inspect the damage.
"You're bleeding," She accused him.
"Jane," Kurt argued, "You were unconscious. You might have a concussion so you need to lie back down.
"Let me see," She ignored him.
The ambulance arrived and spared them any further argument. Kurt didn't wait on them, he lifted Jane up in his arms and began carrying her over to them.
"Kurt!" Jane didn't push on him, afraid to hurt him any worse.
"What happened here?" The Paramedic asked opening the back of the emergency vehicle.
"It was an explosion," Kurt explained, "We need to leave here."
"This is a crime scene," The Paramedic argued, "I can't just leave, there might be other casualties."
Kurt flashed him his badge and insisted, "We need to leave."
The man didn't argue any further. Kurt gently placed Jane on the gurney and the paramedic began assessing her for injuries.
"He's bleeding," She told the man as he checked her eyes.
"I'll get to him in a moment," He assured her, his hands coming up to feel her scalp.
She winced when he found the knot on the back of her head where she'd hit the ground.
"You have a mild concussion," He warned her. "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
"No," Jane denied. There was some stinging to her face, but she just figured it was from the heat of the fire.
The paramedic changed his gloves and turned to Kurt.
"Where are you bleeding?" He asked him.
Kurt turned his back toward him and Jane gasped at the way his bloody shirt was sticking to him.
"We need to get your shirt off," The Paramedic advised him, "I'm going to cut it."
"I'll just take it off," Kurt insisted, wincing as he did.
There were cuts across the entirety of Kurt's back.
"You were hit with some flying debris, I'm going to clean you up and check for anything imbedded in the wounds. It's going to sting." He warned Kurt.
Before he could start, Kurt felt Jane's hand slide into his. He looked down at her concerned expression and gave her a little smile in reassurance. She smiled back and his breath caught with the overwhelming love he felt for her. He loved her with everything in him, but then she'd look at him a certain way or gave him her gentle smile and he'd love her more. He didn't understand how that was possible, but he did. Every day he loved her more.
He ignored the pain as the paramedic began to clean him up and his hand reached over to cup her cheek gently. She closed her eyes and turned her face into his hand to kiss it.
His phone started ringing again and he reluctantly reached for it. It was Reade.
"Weller."
"Where are you?" Reade demanded.
"We're in an ambulance on the way to the hospital," Kurt explained.
"Is Jane…?" Reade couldn't even ask.
"We're both a little banged up, Jane has a concussion." Kurt explained.
"I'm at the safe house. I'll send Patterson over to the hospital." Reade assured him.
"Tell her to be careful," Kurt warned him, "Blake must have found out about Tasha."
"Will do," Reade hung up.
"We need to warn Ivan," Jane insisted.
"I'll give him a call."
"Weller?" Ivan answered immediately, "What's going on?"
"Our safe house exploded," Weller didn't mince his words, "Guess Blake never got around to calling off the hit."
Ivan's hand clenched tightly around the phone and he asked, "Jane?"
"She's a little worse for wear, but she'll be fine." Kurt assured him.
"Do you want me to meet you?" Ivan worried.
"No," Kurt denied, "Blake is coming unhinged, we need to be careful. Patterson is coming over to the hospital, she can give us a ride back if they release us."
"When they release us," Jane corrected him, her eyes still closed.
"We'll see," Kurt said shaking his head in exasperation.
"Keep me informed," Ivan told him.
Hanging up the phone, Ivan turned and drove his fist into the wall. Blake had billions of dollars to hide behind. If she left the country…they might never get her.
He reached for the phone.
"I'm surprised to hear from you," Blake answered.
"You said you were going to remove the hit on my sister," Roman didn't mince his words.
"Well that was before I found out that I really couldn't trust anyone," Blake said with a hard voice.
"What are you talking about?" Ivan pretended to not understand.
"Tasha betrayed me," Blake told him.
Ivan actually laughed, "You mean the woman that tried to get me out of the way couldn't be trusted? What are the odds?"
"Are you saying you had nothing to do with that?" Blake scoffed.
"Yeah," Ivan said sarcastically, "I thought you should kill me. That's always the start of a good plan."
"Roman," She protested.
"I'm done," Ivan interrupted her, "I wanted to trust you, but you keep lying to me. Good luck Blake, you're going to need it." With that Ivan hung up the phone.
He attempted to get his emotions back under control. Either Blake would come to him or she'd send someone. Either way he needed to get ready.
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Tasha was helping Rich and Patterson when they got the call.
Patterson was talking quickly and that was never good.
"What's going on?" Tasha asked her with a frown.
"Blake tried to kill Jane and Weller," Patterson told her, "Their safe house exploded."
"Are they okay?" Tasha demanded, the guilt of her decision immediately overwhelming her.
"Banged up, but fine." Patterson assured them.
"I suddenly don't feel very safe," Rich told them.
"I'm going over to the hospital to hopefully pick them up," Patterson explained, "So if was too serious that wouldn't be an option."
"You want us to go with you?" Rich worried, "You shouldn't go by yourself. We don't know who else might be out there waiting."
"No," Patterson insisted, "Contact Ivan and warn him and keep working on the videos. I'll be right back."
"Don't you want to call him?" Rich asked her in surprise.
"No," Patterson didn't elaborate.
Rich watched her go with concern.
"I'm surprised you didn't go with her," Rich told Tasha.
"Things are still tense there," Tasha explained, "I don't want to make things harder."
"For you or her?" Rich asked.
"For her," Tasha said in frustration.
"Oh," Rich reached for the phone, "My mistake."
Tasha glared at him.
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Ivan was checking the magazine in his gun when there was a knock on the door.
He looked up in suspicion.
"Open up before someone shoots me!" Rich called.
Ivan shook his head and walked over to pull the door open.
"What are you doing here?" Ivan demanded. "I thought you were working on the files."
"I was," Rich agreed, "But after Patterson left to pick up Jane and Weller, I thought we might need to go over some things."
"What?" Ivan asked him, "I really don't have time for this."
"It's about Patterson," Rich explained.
"What about her?" Ivan looked up from stuffing extra clips into his jacket, "Is she okay?"
"Do you actually care?" Rich asked him.
"Of course I do!" Ivan said in irritation.
"See that's the thing," Rich watching him seriously for once, "She's a strong woman…really strong and fierce, but she's not cold."
"What are you trying to tell me?" Ivan knew that the change in Rich was significant.
"She's been hurt…a lot. Physically, mentally, but she still fights for the people important to her. You somehow made that short list. I need you to take that seriously." Rich explained to him.
"I do take it seriously," Ivan had never been more sincere.
Rich studied him for a moment longer, before his trademark little grin was back.
"Good. I'm glad," Rich told him, "I'd hate to have to do terrible things to you."
Ivan actually smiled.
"I'm completely serious," Rich warned him.
"Oh," Ivan told him, "I have no doubt you are. I'm glad she has someone like you in her life."
"You should be," Rich agreed, "I'm a good influence on her."
"Don't push it," Ivan warned him. "Now I'm expecting either Blake or her hit man at any moment, so…"
"Why didn't you say anything?" Rich demanded with a scowl.
"You said it was important," Ivan reminded him.
"Threatening you is one thing, risking myself…that's a whole other kettle of fish." Rich protested heading for the door.
Ivan's phone rang before Rich could leave.
"Is it the Grim Reaper?" Rich looked down at it suspiciously.
"It's Patterson." Ivan told him, "Hello?"
Seeing how his face changed, Rich stepped closer. Had something happened to Weller or Jane?
"What?" Ivan demanded.
Rich scowled at his tone. Hadn't he just warned him to treat Patterson well? He was already planning the lesson Ivan was about to get when Ivan hung up the phone and told him.
"Blake has Patterson,"
"WHAT?" Roman felt like he was going to be sick. "Is she…"
"Blake told me to meet her at the airport. She's using Patterson as a bartering tool to ensure nobody tries to stop her from fleeing the country." Ivan explained.
"I knew I should have gone to the hospital with her," Rich said in frustration. "She's going to kill her once they're in the air!"
"I won't let that happen," Ivan assured him.
"How are you going to stop it?" Rich argued, "Roman couldn't stop her…"
"He wouldn't accept what she was, I do." Ivan reminded him.
"We need to call the team," Rich insisted.
"Are you coming?" Ivan headed toward the door.
"Of course I'm coming!" Rich was affronted, "I'll call Reade on the way."
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Reade swung by the hospital to pick-up Kurt and Jane.
"Are you up for this?" He worried, looking at the two of them as he pulled away.
"We have to be," Jane insisted. Kurt didn't protest, but he wanted to. He knew she was strong and he needed to be as well, for both their sakes. If he tried to smother her she'd resent him and he wouldn't want to change anything about her. Even this. She was a warrior and he loved that about her.
"I've got the team on the line," Reade told them, "Rich and Ivan are in route to the airport and Tasha is in the lab."
"How do we know she has Patterson?" Kurt demanded.
"She contacted Ivan," Reade explained, "She told him to meet her at the airport. She's using Patterson as a bargaining chip to ensure we don't keep her from taking off or try to shoot her down."
"She doesn't know for sure Ivan isn't on her side." Jane reminded them, "We need to let him go in alone and try to convince her that he's with her. If we go in with lights flashing, she's going to know he's betrayed her."
"We can't just let them take off!" Reade protested.
"Ivan is the only person that can stand between Patterson and Blake," Kurt reminded Reade. "If she stops trusting him, Patterson will be on her own."
"I won't let anything happen to her," Ivan assured them.
"We need a sniper," Reade insisted.
"Blake and Patterson are already on the plane," Kurt pointed out, "She's not going to give a sniper a chance to take her out."
"We need to know who's on the plane," Jane insisted, "If Blake has been trained like we were, Ivan can probably still take her, but if she's surrounded herself with security, it will be more difficult."
"Not impossible," Ivan insisted.
"Not impossible," Jane agreed.
"I just have to say it," Rich told them, "You are both totally hot."
"Rich," Reade chided him.
"Tasha can you scan the plane for heat signatures?" Kurt asked.
"I'm on it," Tasha assured him.
"Rich," Jane warned him, "I need you to buy us some time. Hack into the airport tower and delay them until we come up with some kind of plan."
"I only have my cell phone," Rich warned her.
"Are you saying you can't do it?" Jane demanded.
"No," Rich denied, "I can do it, I just wanted you to appreciate how hot I am."
Jane shook her head and looked over at Kurt. He shot her a little grin and she returned it.
"We have three people on the plane," Tasha told them. "Two in the back, one in the cockpit."
"She doesn't trust anyone," Jane looked over at Kurt in relief.
"She has security around the plane," Tasha warned them, "Four guards patrolling."
"I'm dropping Rich off," Ivan told them.
"We'll get him on the way in," Reade assured him.
Rich paused before getting out, "Good luck."
"I won't let anything happen to her," Ivan promised.
"I want you both to come back," Rich insisted.
"I'm going to be there in less than two minutes," Ivan warned them, "What's the plan?"
It was Jane that called it.
"We need to buy time," She warned him, "Rich is going to delay the tower, to make sure she doesn't get to a nonextradition country, we need to replace the pilot. That means we have to take out not only the guards around the plane, but the pilot as well."
"Where are we going to get another pilot?" Ivan demanded.
"I'll fly," Jane told him.
"She'll recognize you immediately," Ivan protested.
"I won't be coming through the cabin," Jane denied, "I need you to disable the pilot and open the cockpit window."
"How's he supposed to do that?" Reade demanded.
"I can do it," Ivan assured her.
"Reade, Kurt and I will take out the guards and switch out the pilot. If we play it right, we might not have to take off at all." Jane said hopefully.
"You have a concussion," Kurt worried.
"You know I can do it," Jane looked over at him, her determination apparent.
"I'm going with you," Kurt told her.
"It's too big a risk," Jane denied, "There's no need."
"There's every need," Kurt insisted, "We're in this together."
"You might not fit through the window," Jane warned him.
"I'll fit," He was completely determined.
Leaning over she kissed him hard on the lips.
"I'm here," Ivan warned them.
"Good luck," Jane whispered,
"I love you," He told her.
"I love you, too," She told him.
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I wanted to take a second to thank Elislin for her intriguing review questions about Roman. You made me think and this is what happened! You are the BEST!
I also wanted to thank LAIsobel for being my partner in crime for all those sappy romantic moments I can never resist. You were definitely egging me on. I loved it.
Kreader my first time guest reviewer…It makes me feel so good that even though you normally don't review, you enjoyed it enough to send me that note. Awww…you made my day. I did get the idea of Ivan from Roman's hallucination and from the blogs guessing that there is a third child in the flashback scenes of the kids in Africa. His story just unfolded until he seemed as real as all the other characters. Take care and thanks for the review! :)
Next chapter is the last and it's already finished. I'll post it tomorrow and then start with the one shots. I have a few requests that might or might not involve Jeller babies. Lol.
