Author's Note:

Hello! My apologies for the long wait for another chapter, I'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to this story - the characters are very complex!

Watching season two is so amazing and entrancing, I couldn't help but start to incorporate it a little, so spoiler alert.

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Jane took a deep breath as she slowly walked up the steps to her and Oscar's apartment. It had been hours since she stormed out, and all she accomplished was walking, thinking and calming down. Although, she was never very, very hungry. That might have been one of the motivations to turn back and head home, and thankfully she did when she decided to, because it took her over two hours to walk back and it was almost pitch black outside now.

As she got to the front door, she sighed when it was locked and knocked - having not taken her keys, or phone, earlier. She really hoped he was here and answered.

"Thank god!" Oscar said as he opened the door, immediately pulling her into a hug. "I was so worried, I'm so sorry."

Jane automatically allowed one arm to hug him back. "I was not gone that long." She muttered in defense, even though it was a blatant lie.

He gently ran his hands over her hair. "I didn't know where you went. You were so angry, you weren't answering your phone… I thought…What if…" he paused. "I was afraid you'd gone back to them."

She pulled back and slipped past him. Mainly because, now she was here, in addition to being hungry, she had to pee. "I left my phone here." She informed him, walking further into the room and collecting her. Her eyes widened at the amount of calls and text's she had - she held up the phone as proof. "Sorry, that I worried you." She added, that wasn't her intention at all.

"I know you don't understand. But this was all put in place before… well, before this," he said, gesturing between the two of them. "We couldn't just stop it."

"That doesn't mean it's the right thing to do." Jane pointed out. She didn't want to come back and continuing arguing. That was the last thing she wanted to do. She sighed as she walked into the bathroom.

Oscar closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. He followed her to the bathroom, standing outside the door. "Abs - I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, okay."

Jane decided to remain quiet as she done her business, flushed the chain and washed her hands. She opened the door, only then realising she didn't lock it. "There's nothing you can say. But… she shouldn't be framed." She repeated and then shook her head. "I need to know at least part of the plan, especially big things like this! I don't like to be left in the dark, Osc."

"I know," Oscar let out a small chuckle. "Seems strange to be telling you the plan you came up with in the first place," his eyes dropped downward, remembering their shared past only he knew. "Everything we have done so far has been to get Weller in charge - he's temporarily taking over Mayfairs job. And if he is given it permanently, then we can move onto phase two." He answered.

"What is phase two?" Jane asked instantly.

Oscar looked at her. "Phase two was counting on you being by Weller's side with his trust, as Taylor Shaw."

Jane knew that her leaving would have caused issues with that already.

"But, it's basically continuing to take down those who need to come down, rectifying what they've done, and overall making things better." Oscar finished.

Even though he hadn't properly answered her, he had answered her - given her a basic run down. But, there was one thing she knew now for certain - she did need to keep up her communication with the FBI and more specifically Weller for the mission. That confused her, because right now, she wasn't being prompted to contact them. She wanted to ask Oscar about it now, but his face was still etched with relief that she was back. "Alright." She muttered, already feeling weird about standing down. "What's for dinner?"

Oscar let out a breath of relief as he quickly grabbed a few menus from the draw. "Anything you want."


Jane watched Oscar leave the following morning, neither of them spoke about what had happened, but she didn't want to anyway. She was having doubts, a lot of doubts about believing in the 'mission' or that she had ever fully been a part of the mission to begin with. Sure, she knew Oscar and her had had something, but why would she remember their relationship and nothing else. Too many things weren't adding up and she still couldn't get over Mayfair's arrest.

She waited over an hour to ensure that Oscar wasn't coming back before picking up the second burner phone that she had - the one Oscar didn't know about - and dialed Patterson's number. She needed to know what was going on, she needed the truth.

"Hello?" Patterson answered hesitantly. The number wasn't familiar, and this was her direct line at the FBI.

"Patterson, it's Jane." She greeted, her tone hushed just in case. Great, now she was being paranoid!

"Jane!" Patterson exclaimed happily! "How are you, when are you coming to visit, how's the baby, what's going on?" the questions tumbled out of her nonstop, she barely paused to take a breath.

Jane allowed herself a few seconds to process the rapid question flow, she had missed that. But, she realised she should have mentioned to not say her name so loudly. "Patterson, calm down. What's going on with Mayfair? I saw on the news that she was arrested?" She questioned.

Patterson's voice got quiet. "Yeah." She gave a heavy sigh. "This guy came in here. It started just… they have evidence, Jane. It looks bad. She didn't do it, though. She didn't!"

Jane's eyes narrowed in thought - how would they have evidence? Unless… unless it was planted. "I know she didn't do it. This is Mayfair." She responded, hoping there wasn't too much unclear conviction in her voice. "What evidence? We… you have to prove she didn't do it."

"Her GPS puts her there. Where his body was. It has to have been tampered with. But they won't let us near it. None of us, not even Weller. Mayfair won't let us visit her, and they're keeping us from working on her case."

Shit. Jane sighed and ran a hand over her face as she sat down on the bed. She hadn't even been gone for that long, although, it was long enough for her baby to grow closer to its due date. "They have GPS of Mayfair being at the crimescene?" She asked, trying to work out if there was a logical reason for Mayfair to be at the place she was being tortured at. But if she was there, then she'd likely know who the killer was.

"Yeah, some place out in the woods. And there's more. A pen matched this note that they found. And some files. Jane, come back. Weller's… he's having a hard time with it. We all are. I know you needed time, or whatever, but, we need you." Patterson pleaded with Jane.

Jane felt the tears running down her cheeks - damn emotions, she was upset, she was pissed. She was slowly realising that she had been an intrical part of framing Mayfair. Oscar used her. "I don't think I can help." She admitted. If she hadn't infiltrated the FBI, then none of this would have happened.

Patterson's voice was softer now. "Jane?" she paused. "It's not the same without you. You're a part of our team. We need you. You know Mayfair's innocent. Just, come visit. Even if only for a day. We really want to see you."

She knew she was bound to regret this, she could already see Oscar's face when he found out. "Okay. Fine. But I am not going into the FBI, so…" she drifted off, not sure where they could meet because she didn't have a house anymore. "But I can come today."

Patterson let out a small gasp. "Really? Okay, coffee? When can you get here? Should I come to you? Really, Jane? You'll come?" Her voice was soft, as if she expected Jane to change her mind at any moment.

It would take just over an hour to drive back to New York, as they weren't that far out. She presume Oscar needed to stay close for the mission. But, she also knew she didn't want to reveal her location to Patterson, or anybody really. "I can get to you in about two hours, just tell me where to meet you." She decided. Jane looked at the time, there was five hours until Oscar was expected home, and she wanted to make sure she was back before then - that would give her two hours with Patterson and whoever else came.

"Do you remember that little coffee shop we went to for lunch sometimes? Just across the street? Blue Spoon. I'll be there. Should I… or do you want to see Weller instead?"

Jane took a breath before answering. "I'll see you there in two hours, Patterson." Then she hung up. She looked around the room nervously. She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind about Oscar. He knew how important the team was to her. He hadn't outright forbid her from visiting them. She was going.

She quickly pulled on a black t-shirt and jeans. She had gotten used to her baby bump, but now she felt huge. There was no hiding it anymore, hadn't been for weeks. Although Patterson knew about the baby, well… this made it real. She quickly grabbed her jacket. It was probably too warm to really need it, but at least this way she felt slightly less exposed.

It had only taken her minutes to get ready. She still over an hour before she needed to be in New York. She stared blankly at the door, feeling nausea rising in her stomach. What was she so afraid of? Her friends? Oscar?

She quickly grabbed her keys and left before she could chicken out.


Jane arrived at the location with just under fifteen minutes to spare; it had taken longer than expected to get there. She hoped it wouldn't take her even longer to get home, otherwise… well, she didn't know what would happen.

She decided to check both of her phones whilst in the car before leaving Oscar's one hidden under one of the seats. She knew she was being paranoid, but Patterson could copy the phone or trace any of the calls if she so wished. And seeing as her other phone has so far only been used to call Patterson herself, she didn't mind holding onto it.

Jane sat in the corner corner booth near to the back of the coffee shop, where if needed she could escape out of. She could vaguely see the FBI building and who came out, through the window - although, she did have people in the coffee shop blocking her view from time to time. Jane only had enough time to order herself a glass of water when Patterson walked through the door.

Patterson's eyes searched the shop, nearly instantly finding Jane in the back corner. "Jane," she exclaimed, rushing over, her arms opened ready to pull Jane into a hug. "You came!"

Jane returned the hug willingly, relishing in it for a second. "Of course I did. How are you? And the team?"

"We can talk about that in a minute! Look at you!" Patterson's hands hovered above Jane's belly. "May I?"

Jane nodded.

Patterson squealed with excitement, gently rubbing her stomach. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl? How's it going?" Patterson then grabbed Jane's hands, holding them as they sat down across from each other at the booth.

Jane couldn't help but smile at the excitement ignited from Patterson. Her attitude and excitement over the pregnancy were contagious. "I don't know the gender yet, everything's fine."

Patterson nodded eagerly as they both slid into adjacent seats. "Are you getting everything you need? Food? Vitamins? A place to sleep?"

"Yes, yes. The baby and I are completely healthy and safe," Jane replied, a smile still on her face. She took a breath before pulling out the sonogram and holding it out for Patterson to see. With a gasp from the blonde, they both of them started to talk about all things baby related - well, mainly Patterson spoke, but Jane did contribute a lot.

It wasn't too long before the conversation redirected to a much more serious topic - Mayfair. And as soon as that started, there was no going back.

"It's… it's been rough." Patterson admitted, her eyes downcast. "AUSA Weitz came in and… he had all this evidence. She was arrested and charged, and she won't let any of us visit her." Her voice dropped lower, as she looked around, realizing they were in a public space. "They won't let us look at the evidence. Afraid we are going to tamper with it or something. But she didn't do it, Jane. There's no way. It doesn't make sense."

Jane wanted to tell Patterson that the only way to prove that Mayfair didn't commit the crime, was to work out who did. But, she didn't want them to find Oscar. She knew that was selfish, but there must be another way. "Then we need to prove that she's innocent, prove that the evidence they have against her is wrong." She said, taking Patterson's hand. "We can get through this."

Patterson's smile lit up her face. "Come with me to the office. We can figure out a game plan there. Weller's been pulling strings, trying to get access to the case files. We can prove there has to have been a mistake. Just, we can't do that here." Patterson glanced around. "Please, Jane. Everyone would love to see you, and you can always find something that we can't - maybe there's a clue in Bulgarian, or Chinese, or something. We need you."

"Patterson, stop, please." Jane sighed, feeling more tired than she had in weeks. "I can't. Do you really think I can just walk back in there, as if I didn't disappear in the middle of the night for weeks?" She paused, taking a sip of water. "I just can't."

Patterson's face fell. "He's not mad, you know. He misses you. Besides, we all get it. You're pregnant," Patterson's eyes glanced down at Jane's bump, "Reade just says you're now over-emotional and that made you run."

Jane really did want to see the team, to see Kurt, but she wasn't completely sure if that was the best thing. However, the temptation was too strong and she found herself nodding. "Only for a few minutes, I don't want to stay too long," she said, seeing Patterson's slightly saddened face at the last sentence, she added, "because it's a bit of a drive back and I need more rest than before." Okay, so that was technically true, she did need more rest, but that wasn't the reason she didn't want to stay long.

Patterson's face widened into a smile. "Okay, let's go!" Patterson quickly gathered her items. "Everyone is there, I mean, there's not a case today or anything. You don't have to see everyone," Patterson laughed, shaking her head gently. "I'm sorry, I'm just so glad to see you."

Jane nodded and stood up, taking a sip of water, she was suddenly feeling nervous - was she sweating?


Jane took a breath as she crossed the street with Patterson, but as she got to the other side, something - or someone - caught her eye. He was looking directly at her, his glance unwavering and then he waved her over.

"What is it?" Patterson asked, obviously noticing her stopping suddenly.

Jane looked at Patterson and smiled softly, with a quick glance at the male to confirm he was there - he was - she made an excuse. "I think I just need a minute, I'll meet you in there?"

Patterson looked slightly reluctant, but nodded and made her way into the FBI building.

She watched her friend walk in until she was out of sight before looking back at the male - he was still there, usually one would lurk and then disappear - and walking over to him. Right before getting to him, he turned and walked off. Without hesitation, Jane followed him, she just felt like that is what she'd do. She just felt like she could trust this man, like she knew him. In a way, she recognised him. The second he came to a stop - before she had even fully caught up with him - she began to question him. "Who are you?"

He turned to face her probably and suddenly his face flashed through her mind, now she definitely knew that she knew him, there was no doubt in her mind. He looked at her with a relieved expression. "I'm Roman - wait, do you remember me?"

"How long have I known you?" Was her immediate follow-up question, igniting a small smile from the male.

"A long time," he answered cryptically. "It's really good to see you," he responded, his voice relieved. "Where have you been?" His eyes looked down at her bloated stomach with an unreadable expression. "Is that Oscar's?" His voice had a slight edge to it now.

He knew her. And he knew Oscar. Jane wasn't sure how open to be with this man, although, she wasn't at all scared of him, though was curious as to where the scar on his face came from. "Yes, it's Oscar's." She answered, deciding that was the safest of the two questions to answer - after all, he only answered one of her questions.

Roman sighed angrily, but she still didn't feel threatened. "I knew it was a mistake letting him be your handler," he grunted before looking at her. "Listen… Taylor, you-" He had grunted that name with utter frustration and Jane couldn't help but aggravate him.

"I know I'm not Taylor."

"Damn it. What else did he tell you?"

Jane stood her ground, she didn't want to tell him that she didn't really know anything, there was a chance she could find out more information this way. Also, she wasn't sure why, but she didn't mind talking to him - if only she knew who he was and how they knew each other. It was nice to have someone else who knew her before. "My real name, for starters - what's it to you? He checks in, or whatever."

The man grunted again and kicked over a garbage can - still, she didn't feel threatened and had to wonder why - surely his anger should frighten her? "Damn it. He doesn't check in, Remi! You both just disappeared! We haven't heard anything in months!"

Remi? Did he just call her Remi? The name was familiar to her ears, a lot more than Abigail was. Had Oscar lied about her name? But why? "How do we know each other? What's going on with the mission?"

"I can't tell you," he replied, seemingly calmer as he looked at her.

Jane decided to not question him calling her Remi, she'd question Oscar later - she knew when Oscar was lying. "Then what do you want from me?"

The soft look in his eyes countered the hard look on his face; he was still pissed, but she knew it wasn't directed at her. "Remain in the FBI, get Oscar to check in. Call me if you have any trouble." He listed, handing her a burner phone.

Jane looked at the phone for a moment before nodding and pocketing it. "I will," she confirmed, not specifying whether she was confirming all three, or just one of them. She turned off and decided to go into the FBI like she had planned and promised Patterson - she wasn't sure what she was going to say to Oscar or if she'd ever activate the phone. Unable to stop herself, she glanced back and saw the man still standing there, watching her, for some reason, that brought her comfort. Raising a hand, she gave him a wave before disappearing out of his sight.


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