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Okay...I have posted 2 chapters today. If you have not read Chapter 30 yet, then start there or you will wonder what is going on. :) This is the final chapter, barring any one shots I post later. Enjoy! :D

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Ivan pulled out his gun and walked toward the plane. Ignoring the guards he entered the plane cautiously.

Blake was sitting in the chair with an amber glass of liquid in front of her when he entered. His finger firmed on the trigger and he considered ending it right here.

"That doesn't look like you trust me," She told him with a cold smile.

"I don't trust you," He admitted.

She lifted the hand up from her lap and he realized she was holding a detonator.

"That's probably a good idea." She admitted.

"What's that?" He demanded.

"My insurance," She told him.

"I thought that she was you're insurance," Ivan looked over at Patterson. She was either unconscious or dead. "Or did you already get rid of her?"

It took everything in him to remain casual. His heart was beating so hard against his ribs he was afraid she might be able to see it.

Blake looked over at Patterson with a little smile, "She's still alive…for now. I needed her to keep us in the air. The FBI won't risk injuring her. The bomb is just for you."

"Nothing says I love you like insuring mutual destruction," He smiled and let his gun lower slightly, "You'll understand if I check the rest of the plane to ensure you're the one I need to worry about."

"There could be a hundred other people on this plane and I'd be the one you need to worry about," She laughed.

He ignored her comment and proceeded to check the rest of the plane. When he got to the cockpit he wasted no time rendering the pilot unconscious and unlocking the window. He returned his gun now hanging down by his side.

"Now what?" He asked her sitting down across from her.

"Now we fly to a non-extradition country and live happily ever after." Blake told him.

"Let's go," Ivan agreed, reaching for the decanter sitting next to her. He poured himself a drink before looking back over at Patterson dispassionately, "What are you going to do with her?"

"Kill her obviously," Blake told him, "But not until she's no longer useful."

He finished his drink without any further conversation while she watched him.

"Are you waiting for someone else?" He asked her. "Because I closed the door when I came in."

"Just for clearance," Blake said with a little smile. "The pilot has his instructions."

Ivan poured himself another. "Here's to a great flight and a promising future."

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"Guys," Tasha warned them, "I've received a message from Patterson."

"What?" Reade was crouching on the tarmac waiting for the signal to move in. Kurt and Jane were coming from the other side and they all needed to move at once.

"She obviously knows we're monitoring the plane and she's been tapping a message with her finger."

"What's she saying?" Jane worried.

"Blake has a bomb on the plane." Tasha told her.

"We need to abort." Kurt worried.

"We can't," Tasha insisted, "Ivan has already disabled the pilot. If we don't move in, Ivan's cover is blown."

"If we do move in, we're risking Jane too." Reade argued.

"Kurt…" Jane didn't want to simply tell him.

"We're still going," He answered for her.

She closed her eyes. She loved him so much.

They took out the guards seamlessly. Jane moved to make entry into the cockpit with Kurt on her heals. Reade watched Jane slip in through the window. It was a tight squeeze. The pilot inside was built on the small side and he watched as Jane and Weller struggled to remove him. He took charge of the unconscious man and watched as Weller looked through the small opening at his wife.

She shook her head and her hand went to his face silently.

He shook his head and indicated that she should make room.

Reade would have bet there was no way Weller would make it through that tiny opening. He should have known better. He must have taken whatever skin off he had left on his back, but he made it inside. Apparently love made you invincible.

The window closed, Reade took cover and watched the plane taxi toward the runway. Rich had not only been instrumental in delaying departure he'd then cleared the sky to ensure nothing would impede takeoff…all with just his cell phone.

"Tasha is there any way you can jam the signal to the bomb?" He asked her.

"No," She denied, "The remote is protected, I can't hack it."

"How do we disable it?" Kurt demanded.

"You either need to access the bomb and remove the connection enabling the remote…or Blake needs to disable it."

"Why would she do that?" Kurt asked her.

"She can't hold it for the next six hours," Tasha insisted, "Once the plane is off the ground, she's going to start relaxing. Ivan might need to help her with that…"

Kurt and Jane shared a look at that suggestion.

Ivan knew he'd made a mistake when his vision began to get fuzzy.

"What'd you give me?" He asked her.

"Just something to help you relax," She assured him.

Reaching inside his pocket, Ivan tore away the fabric hiding the capsule he kept there for this very purpose. He broke off the end and jabbed the needle into his leg. He hoped he'd been soon enough was his last thought before he was rendered unconscious.

Blake smiled before she dismantled the remote and set it down. Everything was going as planned.

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Once they were at cruising altitude, Jane looked over at Kurt in concern.

"Did you hurt yourself?" She worried.

"I might need a band aid," He said with a little smile.

"We need to know what's happening in the back," Jane worried.

"Rich?" Kurt tested to see if he was still there.

"I'm on it," Rich assured him. He talked them through a complicated process that required Kurt to dismantle part of the dash to enable them to hear in the back.

"Is that it?" Kurt demanded.

"That's it," Rich insisted.

"We can't hear anything," Jane argued.

"Then they aren't saying anything," Rich explained.

"That's not good," Reade worried.

"What now?" Tasha demanded. Her concern was evident.

Before they could come up with anything Patterson's voice came through the speaker.

"What'd you give him?" She asked Blake, her voice slurred.

"Same thing I gave you," Blake told her.

"I thought you were in it together," Patterson accused her.

"We are," Blake assured her.

"Well," Patterson taunted her, "I'm not really into threesomes, so you can just let me off."

Blake laughed at her, "For a woman looking death in the eyes, you seem remarkably unaffected."

"This isn't my first abduction," Patterson admitted.

"Am I supposed to be impressed with your bravery or unimpressed with how poorly you do your job?" Blake asked her.

"What's with the detonator?" Patterson ignored her taunt.

"Like you," Blake assured her, "It had its use."

"And like me…is its usefulness over?" Patterson asked her.

Blake stood up and moved over to where Patterson was sitting, "Don't sell yourself short, you still have some use to me."

"I was more useful than the detonator," Patterson scoffed, "I feel so important."

Kurt and Jane shared a look. Patterson had given them the information they needed. If they waited any longer they were afraid she would taunt Blake into killing her.

"I've put on the autopilot," Jane told Kurt. She showed him how to use the radio.

"Jane," Kurt protested, "You're hurt."

"Well," Jane argued, "We'll all be dead if we wait for Ivan to wake up from whatever she gave him."

"I'm not a pilot," Kurt reminded her.

"Patterson's father was a pilot," Jane reminded him, "You're going to be fine."

He closed his eyes and steadied his resolve. With a nod he kissed her and she stood up. With one last look over at him, she reached for the door and opened it quietly.

Blake was facing Patterson as Jane moved up behind her. Patterson saw her, but didn't look at her so she wouldn't give her away. Blake's instincts must have been on high alert, because just as Jane's hand closed around the detonator she turned toward her.

"YOU!" Blake screamed as she charged.

Jane threw the detonator toward the cockpit door where it hit with a loud thud before Blake rushed at her. Kurt had been waiting to assist Jane, but instead he reached down and grabbed the remote. Slamming the door he began to destroy it carefully. The bomb was the only thing completely beyond their control. If he didn't mitigate it, nobody was safe.

Patterson was trying desperately to get some kind of movement back into her limbs as she watched helplessly as Jane blocked a lethal kick to her head before following with a blow of her own. The women were vicious and deadly, but the confined space on the plane hampered their movements.

Jane drew first blood, but Blake wasn't far behind. The two traded blows and both were looking worse for wear in no time.

"You can't beat me," Blake told her.

"You're wrong," Jane insisted, "You have been living the pampered life of a billionaire and I've been training my entire life."

"You think my life was easy?" Blake said advancing on her, "She pulled a knife out of the back of her pants and started toward Jane.

"I don't care if it was or not," Jane admitted.

Ivan turned his head to look at Patterson, she realized he was awake, but like her, his limbs needed time to recover from the drug.

He reached for his seatbelt and she realized he had a plan. Buckling her own belt with shaking hands she looked over at Jane in concern.

Jane was aware of what was going on around her. She knew what Ivan wanted her to do. She looked over her shoulder to see that the cabin door was still closed and nodded her head to indicate she understood.

"Buckle up," Jane warned Kurt through their coms.

"No!" Kurt told her.

Jane knew she couldn't wait, if she did, Kurt might open that door. Keeping Blake distracted, she watched as Ivan made his way to the door.

"NO!" Blake screamed as Ivan turned the handle.

Blake tackled her just as the door was ripped open. The vacuum it created was pulling both of them toward the black sky outside. Just when Jane was sure she couldn't hold on any longer, her hand was captured in a vice grip. She looked up to see that Kurt had ignored her plea and was hanging onto the door frame with one hand and holding her with the other.

Ivan was attempting to pry Blake off Jane, but she wouldn't let go. Desperation had given her superhuman strength.

Ivan released his own hold and wrapped his arm around Blake's neck. That worked and as the other's watched on in horror Blake and Ivan both disappeared out the wide open door.

"Ivan!" Jane screamed and Kurt took that opportunity to pull her more firmly into his embrace.

Jane was shaking, but she knew they didn't have much time if they all weren't going to end up dead too. They were too high. She pushed past Kurt and made her way to the pilot seat. They both put on their oxygen masks and Jane began to descend low enough to allow them to breathe.

Declaring an emergency, Jane was given clearance to land. It wasn't the smoothest landing, but finally the plane came to a standstill. Sitting on the tarmac it all caught up with her. Her shoulders began to shake and before she realized it she was sobbing uncontrollably.

He'd saved her and given up his life to do it.

"I'm okay," Jane finally assured Kurt, "Go check on Patterson."

Kurt reluctantly complied.

She was in no better shape than Jane.

Unclipping her belt Kurt pulled her into his arms and assured her, "It's okay, you're okay."

"Ivan's dead," Patterson sobbed, "NOTHING IS OKAY!"

"He gave his life for us," Kurt told her, "Accept his gift."

"NO," Patterson denied, "I can't accept it!"

Jane joined them and she and Patterson fell into each other's arms, sharing their grief.

Rich and Reade arrived with the Calvary.

They boarded the plane and Rich looked around and demanded, "Where's Ivan?"

"He was pulled from the plane," Kurt told them.

Reade and Kurt shared a tragic look before they moved to support Jane and Patterson.

Rich didn't say anything. He just reached inside his jacket and pulled out a devise. Flipping it open he looked down at it silently.

"What is that?" Reade asked him, his arm around Patterson's shoulder.

"Shh," Rich insisted studying the device.

"Rich," Kurt warned him, the last thing they needed right now was any of his antics.

"Ivan was still wearing his suit…right?" Rich asked them.

"I…" Jane didn't understand.

"Rich?" Kurt was looking at him with the start of a smile.

"We might have made a little stop along the way," Rich admitted.

"Rich," Patterson rushed over to him and grabbed the tracker, "Was Ivan wearing your parachute tux jacket?"

"He didn't want to stop for it," Rich confirmed, "But I insisted."

Patterson began to laugh and cry all at once. She hugged Rich so hard he protested.

"We need to get to these coordinates," She held up the device and Reade took it.

"Let's go."

Jane saw the relief on everyone's face, but she didn't feel any. Jumping from that altitude was dangerous. Without oxygen…but she didn't say anything. He might have been wearing a parachute, but when he'd gone out that door, he'd done it because he loved them and not because he thought it was safe.

Kurt pulled Jane into his arms and gave her a place to hide. He knew what she wasn't saying and he didn't say anything either. They climbed into the back of the SUV Reade procured and he held her. Remembering how he felt when the pressure had gone out of the cabin, he pulled her more tightly against him. She and Ivan might not have been in each other's lives for more than two decades, but their mind was the same and their hearts were the same. Both willing to sacrifice themselves for the people they loved. Blake couldn't beat them because nobody fights harder than someone fighting for others. The people they love. She didn't understand love, so she would never understand the sacrifice they'd been willing to make. He just hoped that this one time, things could be different. This one time, let Jane not have to make the ultimate sacrifice. Just this once could she get to keep the people she loves…

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Ivan wasn't able to brace himself and despite Rich's parachute he hit the ground hard. He knew he was alive, because everything hurt. Reaching up he unclipped the harness so that his battered body wasn't drug across the hard ground. Then he lay there and considered his transgressions. He apparently had a lot to pay for because no part of his body had been spared a battering.

He thought about sitting up, but it was simply too much trouble. Whatever Blake had given him made his limbs all but unresponsive, which was probably good, because he hadn't been able to tense up for the impact. Maybe not every bone in his body would be broken he thought before he tried once more to sit up. Nope, everything was broken…

He didn't know how long he lay in the dark before lights began to illuminate the field around him.

A vehicle stopped and Ivan made a third and finally successful attempt to sit up.

"He's over here!" Patterson screamed over her shoulder as she dropped down on her knees beside him.

"Are you okay?" He worried.

Patterson looked down at him in amazement, "I'm fine…you were the one that fell out of the plane!"

"Yeah," Ivan admitted, "Not my best plan."

"Why didn't you just shoot her?" Patterson demanded in exasperation.

"If I'd missed," Ivan protested…

"We would have lost cabin pressure?" Patterson said sarcastically.

Seeing the tears on her face and the trembling hands, Ivan assured her, "I'm okay."

Just like that the tears started again. He wanted more than anything to hold her, but he knew his body was not going to cooperate. She held him and he discovered that was pretty good too.

Jane dropped down to the other side of him and he met her eyes.

"You didn't think I made it," He realized.

"How did you?" She asked seriously.

"I've trained for this," He assured her.

"How do you train for something like this?" Rich protested, shaking his head.

Jane held his hand while her head rested on Weller's chest.

"We need to get you three to the hospital." Kurt worried.

"The ambulance is on the way," Tasha assured them, "I'll meet you over there."

Ivan, Jane and Patterson were admitted. Kurt was bandaged back up and Jane scooted over so that he could lay with her.

He was face down one arm wrapped around her waist, his head resting on her chest.

"I'm sorry I scared you," She told him, her hand running through his hair.

"Next time, I'll fight the invincible foe and you can wait in the cockpit." Kurt insisted.

Jane laughed.

"If you had buckled yourself in…" She said.

Kurt's arm tightened around her.

"I didn't." He reminded her.

She kissed his head and he nuzzled her gently, both of them knowing just how close it had been.

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"So what would you call this ?" Tasha asked Reade, "My first under cover op was a successful failure?"

"Are you done with the CIA?" He asked her.

"The FBI still want me?" Tasha asked him back.

Reade knew there was more to that question and he didn't even have to think about it, "Yes."

Tasha smiled over at him in relief. "Then I'm done with the CIA."

"Rules aren't so bad after all?" Reade teased her.

"Don't push your luck," Tasha warned him.

He laughed and pulled her into his side.

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Patterson had been checked and released, but she was sitting next to Ivan's bed when he woke up.

"Why didn't you go home?" He worried when he saw her.

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay," Patterson explained.

"I've felt better," Ivan said with a little smile, "But you know nothing was broken."

"Why did you do it?" Patterson asked him, "As high as we were…you could have died."

"You know why," Ivan said seriously.

"Jane?" Patterson confirmed.

"Not just Jane," Ivan denied, reaching over and taking her hand.

"I'm really bad at relationships," Patterson explained, "Death and destruction bad."

"Well," Ivan smiled over at her, "I'm pretty hard to kill and I destroy plenty of things."

"So…" Patterson looked so vulnerable that Ivan used her hand to pull her up to sit on the side of his bed.

"Want to go to the movies?" He asked her.

She smiled down at him, "Sounds good."

He pulled her down closer until she was finally close enough. The kiss they shared was different than other kisses. It was more. A promise unsaid and a truth unspoken. A beginning.

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Rich looked over at Patterson and told her, "I can't find any evidence of a breach."

"I know," She didn't look up at him.

"But if nobody hacked our system to change the blood samples…" Rich pointed out.

Patterson stopped to look up at him.

"Is he…?" He didn't say it out loud.

"He's Ivan," Patterson insisted.

"Now…he's Ivan now…but was he?"

"Does it matter?" Patterson asked him.

"A little…" Rich argued.

"You were a dark web mastermind and Jane was once a terrorist…are you sure?" Patterson asked again.

"We'll never know one way or the other," Rich realized.

Patterson looked over at where Ivan and Jane were playing Mancala.

"I know his heart," Patterson told Rich, "That's all that matters to me."

Rich began typing and Patterson looked over at him in concern.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

"I'm planting the breach," He told her. "We aren't the only ones that might look for it."

Patterson stopped what she was doing to walk over and give him a hug.

He hugged her back.

"You're pretty hot right now," She told him.

"You think?" He perked up.

"Yeah," She admitted.

"Now she notices," Rich growled, "When she's already pining for the new guy. Figures."

Patterson laughed and Jane and Ivan looked over at her and smiled.

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Okay…that's the end of the main body of the story. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for taking the journey with me. I will probably update this story with one shots as the summer progresses, but the intrigue is over.

I want to thank everyone for being so supportive and encouraging. I feel like this was a collaboration with all the great ideas everyone sent me in their reviews! You all definitely made this story what it was. Thank you so much!

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