Author's Note:

Hello! Thank you for coming back to my story!

A little warning, that there are spoilers for Season 2.

Talking about Season 2 - everybody looking forward to the mid-season finale?


Jane's mind was filled with thoughts of the man whom she had just met, or… re-met. In the elevator, she closed her eyes and could clearly see him, his features, the scar on his face… him aging from a child. It was bizarre. She knew without a doubt that she had known him before and for a long time too, but, even though he looked genuinely relieved to see her, he hadn't uttered much - although, it was more than Oscar had given her at the start… or in most conversations since. Although she was nervous about seeing the team again, she decided not to flake on Patterson. Plus Roman had just insisted she stay in direct contact with the FBI. There's no point running away because of nerves if you're unsure why you're nervous.

She did her best to smile at Patterson as she approached her on the ground floor. "Thanks for waiting," Jane said as she took a breath before deciding to give some sort of explanation, even if it wasn't the full story. "It's very nerve-wracking going back up."

Patterson smiled warmly at her, "Jane, it's going to be fine. We're just all so happy to see you. But if it's too much…" she purposely left it open-ended.

"No, no, it's okay," Jane said after a short stretch of silence. "I want to see the team - I've missed them all." She admitted truthfully.

"Let's go then," Patterson showed her badge to the officers at the front, and quickly signed Jane in. "I, um, wasn't sure if you still had your badge," she explained, as they walked towards the elevator.

Jane hadn't even thought about her access badge - she hadn't fully been expecting to go into the FBI, after all, she had specified to Patterson that she didn't want to. Then again, that didn't stop the longing to go back into the familiar comfort of the FBI. That place was the first real place she felt safe, it was the closest to a home she had - even though she never stayed there. "No, I turned it in before I left," she said feebly before they walked into the elevator which she had used so many times in the past.

"Makes sense. So, everyone should be there, it's actually been slow today. We've solved a few more tattoos… Not sure what details we can give you, since you aren't exactly working here anymore, but they are on your body so I can't see why that would be a problem."

"That's fine," Jane replied, feeling her stomach churn with nerves. "I don't want you to get in trouble, but, at the same time, I really want to know." She said with a small chuckle.

Patterson smiled, "I know." The elevator dinged when they reached the floor, and Patterson looked over towards Jane once again, "You ready?" her eyes dancing with excitement.

She wanted to say no, that she wasn't ready, but nodded her head instead. "As ready as I'll ever be."

They both exited the elevator, turning towards the left. Soon, the familiar sight of the bullpen appeared in front of them. Zapata and Reade were busy working at their desks, and Jane could see Kurt in his office. She took a deep breath, and then cleared her throat, not sure exactly what to say after having been gone so long.

"Jane?" Reade was the first one to notice her. Tasha immediately looked up, following Reade's gaze.

Jane raised one hand in a short wave. "Hey, Reade." She said, nodding at him then at Tasha who was now looking at her too. "Zapata."

Patterson nudged her forward, walking towards their coworkers. "She just stopped by for a visit, but I figured we all needed to catch up some," Patterson explained. "A lot's happened," her voice dropped, the sadness evident.

Reade stepped forward and they exchanged a very short hug before pulling away slightly awkwardly - they weren't that close, but close enough that the hug wasn't unwelcomed. Zapata was more reserved, but was the one who spoke. "It's good to see you, Jane. How are you?"

"I'm good, happy to be back around if I'm honest with you," Jane told them as she saw quick movements in her perficial vision. She looked up to see Kurt exiting his office quickly and almost flying past them.

Kurt looked up at Reade and Zapata. "I'm heading out for a- Jane." He stopped completely. Whatever was causing him to rush out of the door so quickly, had distracted him long enough to not realise Jane was there until halfway through his sentence. "W-What are you doing here?"

Jane blinked at the urgency in his voice dissipating ever so slightly as he spoke to her, but his body position showed that he had somewhere else to be. "Oh, I was just… in the neighbourhood and thought I'd stop by."

"That's great," he said, rushed. "I've gotta go now, but will you still be here later?"

She wanted to say yes, to tell him to continue hurrying off to where he needed to go, and reassure him that she would be here later - but that would have been a lie. A quick check at the time confirmed that she wouldn't be here later. "No, I'm only staying for another few minutes - I should be getting back…"

Kurt looked torn for a moment. "It's really great seeing you, but I have to get to the hospital."

"Your Dad - how is he?" Jane asked instinctively, not thinking that asking him a question - even one this mundane - would hold him up in anyway.

"He's… not good," Kurt admitted. "Drop in again, anytime." He said genuinely, resting a hand on her arm before walking off.

Jane watched him leave before turning her attention back to the rest of the team, offering them a tight smile. "I guess I came on a bad day."

Patterson gave a small laugh, "Well, it's not like it's ever a slow day here. In fact, this is the first day we've actually haven't been called out on a case in a while. I'm just glad he got to see you."

"It's really good to see you," Zapata commented. "It hasn't been the same without you around."

She smiled appreciatively. "Thanks." The four of them moved into Patterson's office to continue talking, as it looked weird them lingering near the elevator. Jane stayed probably a bit longer than she should have for two reasons - she had missed the team and didn't want to rush off, and she wanted to give more time to give a chance for her and Weller to have a longer conversation.


Jane walked back into the apartment to find Oscar already home and on the phone, he instantly hung up when she walked in and approached her. "There you are!"

"I went out… for a walk," Jane told him as she shrugged her jacket off.

"I've been trying to call you for over an hour!" Oscar exclaimed. "Abby, you had me so worried."

Abby. There's that name again. "Abby. Abigail," Jane spoke out loud. "Are you sure that's my name, it just doesn't feel right." She said, watching him carefully and ignoring his concern right now.

Oscar's face went dark. "What are you talking about, Abby?"

"Just that, I feel like… Remi has a better ring to it, don't you?" Jane replied stoically, her eyes as hard as she could muster.

Oscar's eyes flashed with anger. "Who told you about Remi? Where were you?" he demanded.

Jane wasn't going to give him information when he was clearly keeping things from her. "That doesn't matter. Why did you lie to me? Give me another fake name?"

"I needed to keep you safe, dammit. I'm sorry. But if you knew who you were, they could try and track you."

"What's wrong with that?" Jane questioned, very aggravated right now, but holding it together. Hiding things from her was one thing, but lying to her was another, she couldn't just ignore it. "I wiped my memory for a reason, for a mission, I chose to do that! Why are you… What's going on - and this time, you best give me the truth!"

"I stopped checking in. When you told me you were pregnant, when we moved out here… I couldn't risk it anymore. I thought maybe if you believed your name was Abigail, that they couldn't track us."

"That wasn't your decision to make," Jane responded. She remembered the memory she had a while back, about contemplating not having Oscar as her handler within the mission - he was too close. And now, she was seeing why. However, this time, she had no idea what the other end of it was, and she was very confident that he wasn't going to tell her. "What or who are you protecting me from?"

"They're too dangerous. We can't risk it, not with a baby," was all he'd say.

Jane bit her lip for a second but just couldn't seem to take a step back. "Well, the person I spoke to, didn't seem to mind. They still want me in the FBI." She said, being careful to not specify a gender.

"Not yet. We agreed you can keep in touch with them, but nothing else," he demanded.

"You don't get to dictate my life, Oscar! I'm going back to help the FBI - they are my friends, at the very least," Jane told him sternly. She wasn't just going back to the FBI because of Roman, or what he said, but because she really did miss her friends there - they were a lot like her family. She didn't want to lose them, they were her starting point, her beginning. However, she didn't want to lose Oscar either, but, was going to stand her ground. "I'm going back."

"No!" he shouted, more forcefully than he'd intended. His voice dropped. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do."

"If you're not going to tell me the truth, then we can't have a proper conversation about this," Jane pointed out, still determined to return to the FBI regardless.

"I can't do that. And if you can't trust me, I don't know what else to do." Oscar stared at her for another moment, then turned and grabbed his keys. "I'll be back," was all he said as he walked out the door.

Jane sighed, running a hand through her short hair and slowly took a deep breath before running to the door. "Oscar! Don't go!" She called, but it was too late. "Damn it," she muttered, retreating back into the room, closing her eyes. But, there was still a lot of unanswered questions, and even though she knew better than to activate the burner phone in her address, she didn't want to leave in case Oscar came back. She played with the phone before turning it on and calling the only number saved on the phone.

"Hello."

"It's Jane… or Remi, or whatever," Jane replied.

"You called," his voice was relieved for just a moment. "Are you safe?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

Jane took a moment for herself, looking around the lovely apartment. "Yes, I'm safe. I'm fine." In all honesty, the reason for the call was for answers, but she didn't know what questions to ask. "I'm going back to the FBI."

"Good. We need you back in play. How long were you gone for? How did they react today?" His voice was serious.

She had choices right now, offer a trade of questions and answers, or answer the questions, or even, not answer the questions at all. "They knew why I wasn't in, but I remained in contact. They want me back." She informed him, half answering his questions. "Why do you need me back in? What for?"

"We need to know what they know. We need access to them, information. We need to get started."

Roman was definitely more direct than Oscar, who just told her nothing. "Okay," she found herself saying, but, due to Oscar's concerns, she asked her first question. "Nothing will affect my baby, right?"

He sighed heavily, "they probably won't let you out in the field, but all we need you to do is give us information. Access to their files. Then report back."

"Report what back? What do you need to know? And why?" Jane asked, the questions just coming now.

"We need to keep an eye on things. Make sure everything is still going according to the plan. We'll let you know if something specific arises."

Jane nodded to herself, there was so much going on in her mind right now, she didn't even know who she could really trust anymore. "Okay," she said again. "I'll call and check in… another time?" She meant to said, but it came out as a question.

"Yes. Can you return back to the FBI tomorrow? We need to get started."

That was very soon, she didn't want to aggravate the situation with Oscar, but, also, didn't want to push away Roman, one of the only people who obviously knew her and answered questions. "I'll talk to Weller tomorrow about returning to the FBI." She confirmed, but didn't want to end the call.

"Good," he said, relieved. "Your being gone has been hard on them. And us," he added, almost as an afterthought.

Her first thought was to ask if they were monitoring the team, but then she was overflown with the 'and us' he added. She felt like apologising, but that didn't seem right, although, she did want to make him feel better somehow. "I'd like to know more about me sometime, who I was before the memory wipe." She informed him, closing her eyes. "I'll call again with an update." She stated, once again before ending the call. Jane didn't know why, but she just couldn't continue the conversation. A lot had happened today, and she just needed rest.


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