Author's Note:

Hello, third installment! Thank you so much to the reviewers: MonkeyPajamas; Guest; Guest; red lighting.

Beta: MonkeyPajamas and ThisVioletofMine


Jane perched herself on the edge of one of the boxes, staring at the chairs that Oscar had brought in after the announcement of her being pregnant. The thought of him being so protective of her, while at the same time as giving her her space was uncomparable. He never seemed to push too far and knew when to take a step back - then again, he probably had a few years to work out her cues.

She put the sonogram back into her pocket as she waited for Oscar - she knew she was early, but he usually would have turned up by now. As she pulled out her phone to check the time, he walked in, carrying a bag. "I got you something," he told her as he approached her.

"Oh, really?" Jane asked, expecting something else for the baby - she already had enough vitamins to last her entire pregnancy.

"Yeah." He placed the bag on the box as she stood up, and pulled out a small box. She glanced into the still half-full bag before turning her attention to him. "It's technically already yours, but, you left it with me until… I just felt like you should have it now. It was your mother's."

Jane smiled and accepted the box, opening it. Her mouth opened in wonder at the beautiful pendent. "It's… how did you get this?" She asked.

Oscar was silent - which usually happened when he was withholding information from her.

"Oscar?" She prompted. Jane looked back down at the pendent, wondering if she had been wearing it when she was kidnapped as a child. But it looked almost untouched- truly cared for.

"I brought some food, too." Oscar said in an obvious attempt at changing the conversation's direction.

Jane looked up at him, wondering if she should let it drop or not. Eyeing up the necklace again, she took it out of the box. "Would you help me put it on?" She asked.

Oscar nodded, taking the necklace from her as she turned around, and he slid it around her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin as he did the clasp. He lingered there for a few moments before stepping back. "There."

"Thanks." Jane could smell the food and wanted nothing more than to ask what he had brought, because it smelt delicious! But she wanted to give him the sonogram first. "I have something for you, too." At his surprised expression, she couldn't help but smile before taking out the sonogram and holding it out to him.

The way that his eyes flickered to the picture before he delicately accepted it, staring at it in wonder, was one of the best images - she only wished she could take a picture. "Perfection." He muttered before his eyes furrowed in slight confusion. "You went as Jane Doe?"

Jane laughed slightly at her stupidity. "That name seems more normal to me than Taylor Shaw. I guess I need to get over that, as I can't have the baby's last name as Doe."

"You can't have it as Shaw." Oscar mumbled, offering her the photo back, to which she shook her head.

"That's your copy… Wait, why not?"

Oscar sucked in a breath, obviously trying to hold something back before shaking his head. "Because you're not Taylor Shaw. And I don't want our child's name to be a lie."

Jane really did not know how to process that- she wasn't Taylor. Then who was she? "You lied to me?" She asked angrily.

Oscar sighed, running his hands through his hair. "We knew that Kurt would accept you as Taylor. The physical similarities were enough. Then, we couldn't … Just, I don't want my child to be living a lie before he's even born."

"Or she. It could be a girl." Jane pointed out as she stepped away from him, placing her hands protectively over her stomach. "But you seem to believe that it's completely fine for you to lie to me? I don't even know who I am- that by default means this baby is being born into a lie!"

"Telling you who really are is a risk we weren't willing to take. They believed you were Taylor, you believed you were Taylor. What would have happened when they polygraphed you and you knew the truth? Your cover is blown, the mission is over before it even started. I shouldn't even been telling you this now!" Oscar stepped closer to Jane. "It was for your safety; it was all for you."

Jane took another step back. "Then why are you telling me this now? They could still polygraph me! They've done it more than once, Oscar!" She retorted.

"I know," he said softly. "But you accepted this. He - or she - didn't."

"He or she isn't even born yet," Jane pointed out. "You still haven't told me why you're telling me all of this now."

"Because of this!" Oscar gestured to the sonogram. "I don't want it to say Baby Doe. He's not unknown. This baby - it's us - you and me. And he deserves the truth."

Jane took a break. "She." She decided as the correction. "So, what? You want me to give you our baby to raise and I'll see her every night when I come and see you?" She asked sarcastically. How did he expect her to keep their child safe when she didn't even know her own name? She only knew two names: Jane Doe and Taylor Shaw - and now that she wasn't Taylor Shaw, she only had Jane Doe left. "What did you want me to call her- baby Oscar? That's the only real name I know!"

"Leave. Leave the FBI. You don't need to put the mission ahead of this," he said, gesturing between the two of them. "They don't need you anymore; we can find another way to complete the mission. Leave, and we can be a family, no secrets, like we talked about before," he said, his voice breaking.

"How can I be sure you'll be truthful with me?" Jane asked. "What's my real name? What happened with the pregnancy that I remembered? What… How did we meet?" She listed.

"I love you! That's how! It kills me having to lie to you, to know that you can't know the full truth! But if I told you everything, you could get killed! I would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant lying to you."

Jane took a breath, wanting to calm herself down. They couldn't just go around yelling at each other - that wouldn't accomplish anything. "I- how do you expect me to make a decision right now? You're asking me to leave everything I know! To go back to a life that I don't remember, to be somebody that I don't remember. How can I decide if I want to go with you, or stay with the FBI, without… without at least knowing who I am?" She questioned, rather aggressively - so much for remaining calm.

"I can't tell you that!" Oscar said, his voice firm. "This was never supposed to happen."

"Then you shouldn't have kissed me! You shouldn't have made me feel anything for you." Jane exploded before taking a breath and walking away from him. But she couldn't, she just couldn't walk away from him. After standing still, in the silence, she turned back to him. He looked dejected. "I don't know anything apart from the FBI." She commented feebly.

"Last time you chose the mission over us. You may not remember it, but I do! And it hurts me every time I look at you. You have to know that- somehow, you have to."

She stared at him for a few moments, processing what he'd just said. "I can't change what happened in the past… and you have to know that I'm not that person anymore. So, if you're expecting that person back - then I'm not coming with you. I'm not her, I'm… me. Jane."

Oscar sighed, staring at Jane, his eyes narrowing. "Fine, then leave. Go back to the FBI, to Kurt Weller." Oscar nearly spat the name out. "That's all 'Jane's' good for, anyways."

Jane glared at him. "Fine. Maybe I'll name the kid Kurt Weller Doe!" She threw back, turning and walking straight out of the room. She froze after the door slammed behind her, feeling her eyes stinging with tears. She couldn't walk out into the street crying- she didn't want to be seen like that. But that didn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks rapidly. As she took deep breaths to calm herself down, the door opened behind her and she turned around, now face to face with Oscar - who obviously was about to leave.

Oscar stopped suddenly, surprised to see her there. "Ab-" he cut himself off. "I'm sorry, I know this is a lot. I just…" he let his voice fade.

She stepped forward, closing the distance and wrapped her arms around him. "I don't want to lose you. You're the…" She didn't finish her sentence, but also didn't loosen her grip around him. "Ab? Like…" She paused again, knowing he wouldn't answer. "Don't go."

"Never." Oscar pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms. "Stay with me."

"I feel like I should choose to stay at the FBI for the mission - but I want to go with you." Jane admitted. She truly couldn't imagine not seeing Oscar on a regular basis. She began to rake her mind to see if she could live without her friends at the FBI - a big part of her knew that once Weller found out that she wasn't Taylor, then the close friendship they had would be ruined. Then there was Patterson, Zapada and Reade- she was never close to Reade, but the other two, they were close. "What - " She paused, almost hating herself for actually considering this. "If I went with you, does that mean I couldn't contact my friends anymore?"

Oscar sighed, but his eyes gave a glimmer of hope. "That's where it gets tricky- you'd need to leave now, but…. It would be best if it was left open in case you needed to go back, and just to stop them searching for you."

Jane pulled away enough to lift a hand and wipe her cheeks clear of the tears. "Would my leaving compromise the mission?" She asked, forcing herself to keep a clear mind.

There were many reasons why she didn't want to leave the FBI, but all of them seemed almost obsolete compared to being with Oscar - how her past self was able to do it, she didn't know. However, there was this near overpowering duty to continue the mission. After all, she had gone through the not-so-easy process of wiping her own memory and letting her entire body be tattooed from top to bottom. And now that she knew she wasn't really Taylor Shaw - it proved they were specially targeting Kurt and the team. If she remained here, she could help them. She knew that none of them could be the real target. Zapata and Patterson weren't bad people. She didn't know an awful lot about Reade or Mayfair, but she couldn't believe they would be the targets. And Weller...the way he looked at her made her feel like she had a family - but now that she wasn't Taylor, she knew they weren't family in blood or closeness.

Oscar looked at her hesitantly. "Phase one has been completed- we are finishing the last smaller arrangements, but nothing more on your end. However, the transition between phase one and phase two will be difficult and I don't want you directly in the FBI during that time." His hand came to rest on her stomach, telling her the reason why. "Phase two is…" he hesitated again. "We can figure it out."

"What was phase two?" She questioned, looking at him with determination - this was the most truthful he had been with her, even if she wasn't getting specific details.

"We counted on you being incorporated into the team, so you leaving would put a spanner into the works." Oscar admitted.

Jane looked at him, looked right into his eyes, and knew he was telling her the truth. He wasn't just stating that everything would be alright, that everything was going according to plan like he usually does; he was actually telling her that leaving like he wants her to would jeopardise the mission. "Okay." She said with a small nod, taking a breath as she stepped away from him. "We'll leave. And after the baby is born, we can discuss whether or not I should go back into the FBI."

Oscar looked at her with utter shock and disbelief. "Really? You'll come?" He questioned.

She nodded her head in confirmation. "Yes."

"And the mission?" He questioned. He obviously had not expected her to agree to come with him. She had warned him that she had changed.

"Fuck the mission." Jane said with a hint of a smile which grew as he laughed. "But you said that I'm needed for phase two, so… we can't just disappear." She began, thinking through everything he had just said. "I won't cut ties completely- I'll say goodbye to them before leaving."

Oscar nodded. "Alright. We'll leave tomorrow, first light?" He half suggested, half told her.

Jane nodded; it was earlier than she predicted, but that at least gave her a few hours to say goodbye and pack. "I'll meet you at your apartment."

His face turned to shock before he shook it away. "Trust you to stalk me… Abigail."

She blinked. Abigail. That seemed somewhat familiar. "Abigail, that's… me?" She asked, looking at him in the eyes again, feeling herself drawing closer to him.

Oscar nodded in confirmation. "You prefer Abby, though." He informed her, a twinkle in his eye as he said her name like she had never seen when he had called her Jane or Taylor. "We met four years ago, in Virginia. I was in love with you from the first moment I saw you."

Jane's mouth opened in surprise at the fact that they had only known each other for four years- she thought it would have been longer. It actually felt like longer. Her mind drifted to him 'being in love with her from the first moment' and couldn't stop her response: "like a lovesick puppy."

His smile boomed before one hand came to the side of her head and he pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. It always surprised her, as there was so much emotion behind kisses, which always changed. But she wouldn't have it any other way.


Jane stepped around the apartment, remembering the time she had been here. Somehow, it felt like she was leaving home, even though it had never really felt like her home. Besides her drawings, the walls were bare. Most of the time she spent at the office or out in the field. She never really had visitors. But, sometime over the past months, the safe house had come to feel like home, and it was harder than expected to leave it. She looked around the room - her bags were stacked by the door, and the house looked as empty as it did when she'd moved in.

She'd been up all night packing, but still had one thing she needed to do - say goodbye. She picked up a notepad and found a stray pen left in a drawer. She wrote notes to everyone -

to say goodbye, to try and explain her decision, explain what these past months had meant for her, and leave hope for the future. She needed to make sure they didn't try and trace her, accept her goodbye as final.

An hour later, she put down the pen and sighed. She had been planning on leaving the pad at the house, assuming the safe house would be the first place they'd check when she didn't show up at the office. But she still had two hours left before they left, and she realized she wanted to deliver them and say goodbye in person.

It felt surreal when she got to Patterson's home- she had been invited once, but then a case came up, and they cancelled plans and never rescheduled. It was strange to go to a person's place for the first time to say goodbye.

She hesitated, changing her mind. It would be easier just to leave them and let the chips fall where they may. She pulled out the notepad, ready to leave it in front of Patterson's door. However, before she did, she carefully ripped out Kurt's letter; she still had over an hour left, and felt that Kurt deserved a face-to-face explanation.

As she bent down to see if she could slide the notepad underneath the door, the door opened. "Jane? Are you alright?"

Jane looked up at a confused and concerned Patterson, standing in the doorway in pyjamas and a robe. Jane had obviously woken her up somehow, as though Patterson could have known that she was hovering outside her apartment. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm… just, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"You didn't- I was just sleeping." Patterson replied, waving it off. "Come on in."

Jane looked around hesitantly, wondering if this was a good idea, but decided she needed to follow through with her original plan. She stepped inside, looking around, curious to see what Patterson's place looked like. "Thank you."

"You want some coffee?" Patterson asked.

"No, no. I can't stay long." Jane replied with a smile. She cleared her throat and handed the notepad to Patterson, quickly sticking Kurt's letter back in. "Can you give these to the team?"

Patterson looked down at them, flicking through the pages. She stopped and began reading one of them - presumably, the one addressed to her. "You - You're leaving? Why?"

Jane looked up at her, seeing genuine sadness on her friend's face. "Because…" She took a breath, realising now that she didn't mention the pregnancy in any of the letters. Patterson probably had no clue. "I don't know who I am, and now that I'm…" Jane sighed. "Now that I'm pregnant, I need to find myself."

"You're pregnant? Congratulations!" Patterson said with pure excitement, hugging her tightly. She pulled away. "What did Weller say? Wait, why are you leaving? Isn't he the father?"

She blinked at the array of questions. "Weller isn't the father. It's… somebody else. But all I know right now is the FBI, and that's no way to raise a child." She paused. "I don't even know if I know anything about babies."

Patterson's hand came to rest on hers. "I'll help you; we'll all help you. You don't have to go."

Jane sighed, grasping Patterson's hand and looking directly at her. "I need to not be Jane Doe for a while, to be free and… make more decisions that aren't related to Jane Doe and… tattoos. But this isn't goodbye forever, I promise."

"I'm going to miss you." Patterson suddenly announced, the tears evident in her eyes, threatening to fall.

"I'm going to miss you, too." Jane responded before they both leant towards each other and hugged. "Give me a few days or weeks to get settled and find out a few things and then I'll call you."

They pulled away from each other, both teary-eyed. Patterson picked up a box of tissues which were off to the side and offered them to her as she took one herself. "Weeks? I don't think I can wait that long."

Jane laughed slightly, not wanting the goodbye to be too sad and teary. "I just need a little break; a vacation. Completely cut off from-"

"Work." Patterson supplied with an understanding nod. "Two weeks. No longer." She compromised.

Another small laugh burst forth from Jane. "Okay, two weeks." She agreed. "Tell the team I'm sorry that I couldn't say goodbye in person- it was just… too much."

Patterson nodded. "I will; they'll understand."

Jane and Patterson only spent a few more minutes conversing before Jane finally stood up to leave, exchanging another hug before walking into the slowly lightening city. She didn't care that she was going to be late for Oscar, seeing as the sun was rising; somehow she knew that he'd wait for her. Although, she was curious as to what Weller's reaction would be about her leaving and the letter that she wrote - but it was doubtful she'd ever know for sure.


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