"Do you think we're gonna need the whole cavalry?", Zapata wanted to know, grabbing a gun and a magazine from the table and putting them in her holster. The three of them were standing in the armory about to head out to get one of the worst sleazes they had to track down thus far.

Reade was just pulling on his vest and shrugged, "The guy is known for getting annoyed real quick and to turn to shooting even quicker."

"Exactly", Weller agreed, "Which is why we're going in alone and they'll be waiting on standby should we need back-up. A lot of people make a lot of noise and I'd like to keep it as quiet as possible. Especially if we're right and he's trafficking women."

"Awh, Weller", Patterson's voice came over the earpieces they had already put on, "Is that your way of telling us that you only trust this team?"

Laughing Zapata checked the clasps on her vests one last time before patting Reade on the back lightly and heading out of the room, leaving the boys to follow behind her, "Weller would never give out evidence of him actually being a human being with feelings and all that."

Kurt let out a mock exasperated sigh and followed after his two agents. "You are the best of the best. That's why you're on this team."

"And you like us", quipped Patterson. "Hey, whatcha all doing tonight?", she asked them as they climbed into the vehicle – Weller behind the wheel as usual – and drove off, followed by three more government SUVs.

She ignored Zapata's calling for a relaxing bath and pedicure and simply kept talking. "We should grab a drink together!"

When her co-workers all seemed less thrilled at the idea, she rolled her eyes at them over the comms, but they got it nonetheless. "Oh come one! We haven't gone out together in ages!"

"Maybe", Reade replied mock thoughtfully, "Maybe that's because we see each other all day ever day already and are happy when we actually get to go home. Hey, ouch!", he glared at Tasha who had slapped him from the backseat and mouthed a 'I think you hurt her feelings'.

Shaking his head at both women on their team he simply shrugged, "Whatever. We'll all go out tomorrow. You happy now?"

Her head was hurting from thinking so much.

Looking down on her body, her eyes traveled over the delicate lines that grazed her arms. Inadvertently her left hand reached out to touch the black square on her right upper arm, it was still sore but she wouldn't know how her skin would feel like any differently. The spots on her that weren't covered in tattoos were so few that she wasn't sure if they truly weren't hurting like the rest of her body was.

As unpleasant as that ache was, it was something to hold onto, something that grounded her when otherwise she felt as if she was falling. She was alone in her fall and kept turning in all directions, kept reaching for walls to pull herself back up, looking for familiar faces but there was only this black hole and she was still falling. Eternally falling.

She was sitting on the sofa, dressed in only panties and a bra and she knew she was supposed to be getting up to go back to the FBI with her security detail but she couldn't bring herself to move. Where did she have to go? After the FBI? Back here to this empty house, devoid of anything that might make it homely? But then again, what did she know about homes or anything else?

It was frustrating.

Clenching her hands into fists, she pressed them to her temples, trying hard not to lash out. She was so scared of everything because she didn't know how to handle anything. And the more scared she felt, the angrier she got. She might not know much about herself but she was sure she didn't do too good being helpless.

Jumping up from the couch, she had occupied for the last hour that had felt like an eternity, she started pacing in the living room, distracting her mind by getting her body moving. She was hoping it would burn off some of the energy that seemed to just shoot through her and that she didn't know where to put.

"Ma'am?"

She looked up at the foreign voice that sounded through her door that seemed to be her new detail for the day.

Ma'am. She hated that they called her that but then again what other name should she give them? Jane Doe? The name the FBI team was currently going by? She didn't want to get used to a name that wasn't truly hers, she wanted her real name back and she wanted her life back.

For a crazy moment she considered not replying and going back to sleep so maybe she would wake up from this nightmare but the realistic part of her brain, told her that that wouldn't happen. No, not replying would be childish and worry them unnecessarily and she didn't want to give them even more trouble.

The FBI was doing the best they could. After all, they didn't erase her memory, tattoo her body and dropped her off in a bag. No, they were the ones trying to help and the least she could do was support them with that. And who knew, maybe Chao would be able to give them some answers today.

Sighing she stopped pacing and squared her shoulders, clearing her throat before replying. "Give me five minutes."

She had just finished her session with Dr. Borden and was still holding on to the coffee he had given her, clinging to the tiny bit of knowledge that she now had about herself.

She liked coffee.

It wasn't much but it was a start and when she set foot into the bullpen she almost felt better and more in control. Almost. Because as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, all eyes were on her again and she couldn't seem to find the only familiar faces anywhere.

The walls were closing in on her again. She felt her head spinning and tried to walk through the office ignoring the looks but it was so hard to act as if it wasn't bothering her and she didn't know where to go, so at some point she simply stopped walking.

Standing in the middle of the bullpen pivoting slowly to take everything in, clutching to the cup of coffee as if it was her life line. In some ways it was just that… The coffee had been her choice and up until now that had been the only choice she had been allowed to make.

Finally her eyes fell on Zapata, Reade, Mayfair, Patterson and Weller. They were all holed up in one of the offices, obviously preoccupied with whatever they were arguing about. Oh, she was sure what they were talking about or rather who.

She tried staying calm, giving them the benefit of the doubt but she heard, rather than felt, her hand slowly crushing the paper cup in her hand. Still debating whether to go up there and join them or to just wait for them to finish talking about her, she was standing rigorously still.

Her body was still deciding whether to fight or flee and as much as it scared her what her body seemed to be able to do, it also calmed her down. The knowledge that, if the going got tough, she could handle herself and wouldn't let anyone walk over her reassured her to no end. She might not be able to control what happened to her but she would make sure that she was in control from here on. Depending on someone else to safe her was probably something she had always hated. Good.

"Good morning, Jane."

Weller's voice got through her thoughts and she blinked several times before she was able to comprehend that he was talking to her, using her name, Jane, and focus on him and then his team that was coming to stand right next to him.

"What were you talking about?", she wanted to know as lightly as she could but when she saw everyone immediately glance at Weller, she crossed her arms, cursing inwardly that the dramatic effect was ruined by the paper cup she was still holding on to. "I know you were talking about me. Did you find something? Did you crack another one of the tattoos?" Her eyes stayed focused on Weller the whole time.

He shook his head slowly and she wanted to scream at him and his earnest, serious, always-in-control-way but let him speak before she interrupted him. "We didn't find anything on your identity yet but Patterson cracked another one of your tattoos. We were about to head out."

"I'm coming with you", she declared firmly, effectively cutting him off with one hand when he wanted to disagree, "These tattoos are on my body and they are the only clue I have as to who I am. If you think I'm not going to do anything in my power to help you solve them, then you are vastly mistaken."

She glared at him and his bright blue eyes seemed to darken as he straightened himself, preparing to argue her but Reade beat him to it.

"We don't take civilians out in the field", he said calmly and she was sure there was no malice behind his words but the anger inside of her flared up again as he continued, "We don't know who put these tattoos on you and I would feel a lot more comfortable in the field without having to look after a non-FBI agent."

She was about to vocally disagree with him, when Kurt cut in, taking a step forward and turning around to face the other man. Taken aback she could only stare at him, as he advocated for taking her into the field and it did not go unnoticed how he bridged the gap between 'them' and 'her' by stepping next to her so they were standing in more of a semicircle than on opposing fronts.

The doorbell rang and she jumped up from the couch immediately, her heart racing in her chest because she knew who to expect.

She expected guests.

Never before had she expected guests in her safe house and now she felt more nervous than she had imagined. Straightening her plain black shirt and pulling at the long sleeves, self-consciously trying to cover up most of her tattoos, she went to open the door with a big smile on her face.

It had been Tasha's and Patterson's idea to throw a house warming party at her place – three weeks after she had moved in – after they had realized she hadn't bought anything for the place yet. Jane didn't get the fuss they made but was happy nonetheless to have people over that she liked and that seemed to warm up to her more and more.

She didn't like to talk much about it but she did feel lonely going home every night with nothing to do while everyone else had a family, friends, an actual home. But today she would have people over at her place and they would laugh together and have a glass of wine.

Her smile faltered slightly when she saw who was standing in front of her.

"Hey", she greeted Reade, stepping back to let him in.

He seemed to be feeling just as awkward as she did and somehow that made her feel better. Showing the bottle of wine and the shopping bag he was holding by raising his arms he turned the corner of his lips up slightly and stepped inside, looking around the house, expecting to see everyone else already there.

"Yeah, you're the first one here", she stammered, taking the bottle and the bag she peaked inside it as he was slipping out of his shoes and jacket.

"That's just a few wine glasses because I wasn't sure if you had any."

Putting the bag down on the coffee table, she pulled out a box and opened it, revealing six glasses of different shape and size. She grinned as she took one of them out to inspect it more closely, it had a playful red design around the rim and a bulbous goblet.

Holding it up, she met his gaze and smiled widely. "They're beautiful. Thank you", she told him earnestly.

He pulled his shoulders up in a shrug and returned her smile. "It's just a little something I found at a flea market the other day."

Reade watched her as she continued to examine the glasses. "Look, Jane", he started cautiously until she met his eyes again, "I know I've been speaking up against taking you out in the field since the beginning and I wanted to apologize for that."

"It's okay." Jane looked down self-consciously, putting the glass down gently and rubbing her hand through her short hair but he shook his head.

"I was concerned because you were an unknown variable in an otherwise well-known equation and I didn't know what to make of it", he explained, "I've known this team for years and I trust them with my life on this job and I didn't know what to make of you. And I'm sorry because I know you don't know anything about yourself that we don't know, too and I can't even begin to grasp how horrible that must feel."

He paused for a bit but he didn't seem to be done yet, so she waited for him to continue, feeling as if he needed to get it out to feel better.

"But with everything that's going on and with all that uncertainty, you have never given me a reason to doubt your good heart or your abilities. You have saved all of our lives, trusted us even though you have no frame of reference if we're trustworthy and I hope we can try to start over."

Jane had turned the box in her hands while he had been talking to have a distraction, so she wouldn't start crying. Reade's apology touched her a lot more than his thoughtfulness of getting her a gift. Putting the box down on the table she took a step towards him and extended her hand to him with a shy smile.

"Hey, I'm Jane."

Taking her hand, Reade squeezed it tightly. "Hello Jane, I'm Reade. Nice to meet you."

Before they knew it, the rest of the team came in one after the other, each baring gifts from a soft, cozy blanket from Patterson, over a cocktail shaker from Tasha, to a collection of new pens and pencils from Kurt and with every person that came into her house, it started feeling more like a home.

A/N: So this is it. I had something else planned for this but it got out of hand, so I'm just going to leave this here and finish this series on a happy note. Hope you liked it! And I apologize for the lack of Jeller but I'll be back to writing those two in no time :)