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Ivan shifted uncomfortably. Ever since he'd taken Jane on the helicopter, Kurt had been more than a little intimidating. The talk had been pointed, the looks…deadly, the intent more than evident. Jane was to be protected at all costs. Even from the good intentions of her brother.

Jane had just brushed off Kurt's less than amused arguments about her safety, but Ivan took it seriously. It wasn't the intensity in Weller's voice that had convinced him he'd been wrong, it was the vulnerability behind the argument that had struck a chord. Weller needed Jane and their children safe and he'd rather die than do anything to keep that from happening. Ivan was humbled by the love that Kurt didn't even try to hide for his family.

"You're glaring," Patterson told Kurt in exasperation, looking between Ivan and Weller.

"It's okay," Ivan assured her, "We understand each other."
"It was my decision, but we're fine." Jane protested as her hand ran up and down Kurt's back in reassurance.

"It's my fault," Kurt knew that to be absolutely true, but it made him feel better to share the blame. Ivan understood him and he knew this was actually bringing them closer together. His arms came around Jane protectively.

She smiled up at him, all the while shifting slightly to prevent his hands from settling on her stomach as they would inherently do.

He noticed the action immediately, so much for subtlety. His concerned frown turned to suspicion.

"What's going on?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"Nothing…yet," Jane denied.

"Yet?" Rich jumped on that.

"Jane?" Kurt pulled her even closer.

The tightening of her belly pressing against him had his eyes falling to her stomach before they jerked back up to look at her in astonishment.

"Are you in labor!?" He demanded, both hands falling to their baby bump.

Jane felt her face heat as the others pushed in closely.

"I'm having contractions," Jane admitted, embarrassed by all the attention.

"You need to get to the hospital!" Patterson worried.

"How long?" Ivan demanded in concern.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Reade scolded.

All the questions came at once, so she just picked out the most critical one.

"A little over an hour," Jane admitted.

"Let's go," Kurt began herding her toward the elevator.

"Labor can take hours," Jane insisted in her attempt to reassure her suddenly pale and frantic husband.

"Or it can be quick," Rich pointed out, less than helpfully.

"We aren't taking any chances," Kurt wouldn't be swayed.

"What about the briefing?" Jane reminded them.

"We can handle this," Reade assured her, "We'll head over to the hospital after we're done here."

"This can wait," Patterson scoffed, "We aren't ready to move."

Once the elevator arrived, Kurt pressed the button but was surprisingly quiet once the doors closed.

"Kurt?" Jane worried.

"It's going to be okay," He assured her, his jaw hard, his eyes intense.

"I know," She suddenly realized that as worried as she was, her husband was absolutely terrified.

"I'll be there the whole time," Kurt went on, "We're strong…the kids are strong…it will be fine."

Jane smiled up at him tenderly, "I know."

Looking down at her Kurt's arms suddenly enveloped her again. It was only then that she realized he was trembling. Kissing his neck she pulled him more tightly against her. He was such a strong man, strong enough to be vulnerable with the people that mattered most.
"I love you," She whispered.

"Love you too," Kurt kissed her forehead. His heart was racing and he knew as calm as she was, he was the exact opposite. It wasn't a gun fight or outside threat that scared him now, it was the thought of something happening to the necessary pieces of his world. Bethany was over the moon about having siblings, but he just wanted this part to be behind them so he could do his part to protect them. He was helpless to do anything right now but wait and he didn't like the feeling at all.

Suddenly the elevator stopped.

Jane pulled back and her big eyes looked up at him and for the first time he could see her fear. She hadn't been calm at all, she'd been protecting him. He wasn't surprised in hindsight. It's what she always did…

"What's going on?" Jane asked as her hand clutched his shirt.

"I'll find out," Kurt assured her. Seeing her fear, he reined his in. She needed for him to be strong and he wouldn't let her down.

He took out his phone and dialed Patterson.

"Hello?" She answered immediately.

"What's going on?" Kurt demanded even as his hand soothed up and down Jane's tense back.

"The system is in lockdown," Patterson explained.

"Why?" Kurt demanded.

"I don't know," Patterson sounded worried, "It's detected a threat that we haven't found yet."

"We're stuck in the elevator, Patterson," Kurt reminded her, "Lift the lockdown so I can get Jane to the hospital."

"I can't!" Patterson insisted, "There is a threat and if I lift the lockdown we could be at risk."

"So you just want us to wait here while you assess the situation?" Kurt wasn't amused.

"It's still early labor," Patterson reminded him, "I've got an ambulance on the way to pick up Jane once we're clear, but we have to figure out what's going on first."

"Patterson…" Kurt growled.

"She's right," Jane insisted before he could say anything else, "The contractions aren't close together yet. It will be okay."

"Hurry," Kurt said as he stared into Jane's eyes.

"I promise!" Patterson hung up.

"Will you help me sit down?" Jane asked him with a tired smile.

He immediately guided her down to the floor before joining her. With his back against the wall he situated her in front of him and when she leaned back her head could rest underneath his chin. His arms came around her to sit over their bump.

"Comfy?" He teased her.

"Very," Jane admitted, "Am I crushing you?"

"No," Kurt denied, he needed this closeness if he was to have any chance of retaining his sanity while they waited.

The tightening began again and he ran little circles over her stomach to help sooth her.

"We should probably start timing them," Kurt suggested looking down at his watch.

"Mmmmm," Jane agreed without opening her eyes.

Expecting it to be a while, Kurt's felt his eyes widened when he felt her stomach tighten too soon.

"Is that?" He worried.

"Yeah," Jane admitted.

"But…it's only been…" Looking down at his watch Kurt protested, "Six minutes!"

"Sucks huh?" Jane said as she breathed through the pain.

Kurt immediately reached for his phone. Jane smiled tiredly as she listenedd to his conversation with Patterson.

"Her contractions are only six minutes apart!" He advised her, his agitation apparent.

"Well," Patterson took a deep breath, "That's very not good."

"Patterson!" Kurt was not amused.

"We've almost got it," Patterson assured him.

"Aren't you trained to deliver a baby?" Rich asked from his computer. "Isn't that a class or something?"

"Rich!" Patterson shushed him.

"If I deliver my babies in this elevator…" Kurt threatened him, "You do not want to be anywhere when I get out."

"Good to know," Rich's fingers practically flew across the keys at that bit of news.
"You aren't going to deliver them in the elevator," Patterson insisted shooting Rich a glare.

"I've got it!" Rich exclaimed suddenly.

"What is it?" Patterson joined him.

"It's…" Rich leaned in closer, "Uhhh oh."

"Uh-oh what?" Patterson demanded.

"It might be…might…be" Rich suddenly looked uncomfortable, "Ava Montes."

"What?" Patterson looked ready to kill him herself.

"I sort of contacted her to try and hack the system to see if there were any weaknesses." Rich admitted.

"Without telling ME!" Patterson was going to kill him.

"If I told you…"Rich argued, "It wouldn't be much of a test."

"When did you do this?" Patterson began taking down the fail-safes so they could get Jane and Weller to the ambulance.

"It was like six months ago," Rich argued, "How was I supposed to know she'd wait this long! This is not my fault!"

"Call her off," Patterson insisted.

"On it," Rich picked up his phone.

"Weller you'll be free in a moment," Patterson assured him.

Kurt hung up the phone and assured Jane, "We'll be out of here in a moment. Patterson has an ambulance waiting."

"I don't need an ambulance!" Jane protested.

Kurt held out his very shaky hand, "Driving is probably out of the question."

Jane looked at the evidence of his emotional state with worried disbelief. Grabbing his hand she held it in both of her own and pulled it against her chest.

"We're going to be fine!" She assured him.

"I'm holding you to that," Kurt said with a little grin.

Suddenly the elevator began to move.

When the door opened, he was relieved to see the Paramedics waiting.

They transferred Jane to the gurney and Kurt held her hand while they moved to the ambulance.

"How far apart are they?" The man asked Jane.

"Six minutes," Kurt answered for her when he realized another contraction had begun. "This one came quicker."

"We need to get moving." The Paramedic warned the driver.

They fortunately arrived at the hospital at speed. Jane's contractions were less than three minutes apart when they got there. Seeing the pain on her face and the sweat on her brow, Kurt felt his stomach churn.

"How many weeks?" The Obstetrician asked Jane upon examining her.

"Thirty eight," Jane said.

"Twins?" She confirmed.

"Twins," Kurt responded.

"We're going to take you to delivery immediately," They were advised.

"Can she get something for the pain?" Kurt worried.

"I don't think we have time," The Doctor looked apologetic. "These babies are coming."

Jane was struggling. It wasn't the pain so much, she knew pain…it was staying in the moment that was becoming difficult. She needed to keep out of that place in her mind she'd made safe from pain. She had to push and she wanted to share this moment with Kurt…

"Jane….Jane!" Kurt drew her attention to him. "I'm right here, breathe Jane."

Jane focused on Kurt. He was her starting point, she was with him.

He held her hand, supported her back and made sure she was breathing. When she was told to push she leaned on him, and his strength kept her steady. Tears unashamedly running down his cheeks, Kurt watched the first twin come into the world. Looking down he saw it was a little boy… their son. Looking back up met Jane's eyes. She was laughing and crying at the same time, the wonder on her exhausted face beautiful. It was hard to tear his eyes away from her. The baby's cries were the only thing that could have accomplished it.

The nurse took the baby and the Doctor warned them, "You should rest while you can. The next one shouldn't be too long.

"Is he…okay?" Jane worried, watching her son as he was cleaned up.

"He's beautiful," The nurse assured her.

"Kurt…" Jane looked over at him.

He knew what she wanted and he settled her gently on the bed before he moved over to where their son was being weighed and measured. His loud protests assured them that his lungs were fully functional.

Suddenly the tightening began again. Jane looked over at the doctor, but didn't say anything. The doctor seemed to understand because she bent down to check while Kurt was handed their first born to hold.

Jane breathed through it silently, not wanting to do anything to disrupt the beautiful meeting between her two special men.

Kurt brought the baby to her side and she reached out and gently took his hand. When she cooed at the baby, Kurt shared a poignant look with her before he realized what was happening.

"Is it time?" He worried, looking over at the doctor.

When she nodded he passed the baby back to the nurse and supported his wife instead. When she immediately leaned into his embrace he felt his heart fill with overwhelming emotion.

Their little girl arrived without fanfare, her brother having made the way for her. As her cry of protest echoed throughout the room, Kurt looked down to see Jane crying as she watched her join her brother.

"You did it," He whispered against her forehead as he kissed her softly.

"We did it," Jane insisted, "They're perfect."

"You're perfect," Kurt reminded her, "They definitely take after you."

Once both babies had been cleaned, weighed and measured, Kurt presented them to his wife. Watching her hold their son and daughter he knew he'd never forget this moment…this perfect, beautiful, amazing moment. Then she looked up at him and smiled and everything else faded away. All the pain and heartache they'd endured meant nothing compared to this moment. Joining them he gathered his family close.

"No," Jane denied, "They're going to have the best of both of us."

"Your empathy…" Kurt smiled.

"Your heart..." Jane smiled.

"Avery's determination," Kurt teased her.

"Bethany's innocence," Jane agreed.

"What will they get from Uncle Rich?" Rich demanded from the doorway.

"NOTHING," Kurt looked up and warned him.

"Oh," Rich was followed closely by the team, "You know you love me."
"Awww," Patterson had both hands over her mouth as she looked down at the babies reverently. "They're beautiful!"

"Wow," Reade picked up one little hand, "These cuties even make me want one."

"You're all talk," Tasha pushed him out of the way to get a good look.

"Incoming," Ivan warned them, Joining Patterson next to Kurt.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Patterson's elbow hit his side.

"Nice job," He teased Jane, "Must be the good genes."

"Trust you to find a way to take credit for any of this." Rich scoffed, "Being biologically related doesn't make you any more of their Uncle than I am."

"You're all our family," Kurt assured them, his arm around Jane.

"I love you guys," Patterson said tearfully.

Kurt and Jane shared a smile.

"Who wants to hold them first?"

Five sets of hands immediately reached out…sleeping peacefully there little ones didn't realize just how lucky they already were.