A/N: How do you like it so far? A slight crossover with Avengers, just mainly with Jane's past. The story continues! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Archeologist and what else?

Jane sat on a stool in the laboratory, fiddling with a tool and absently watching Sherlock and John. She half listened to them talk about Aden and his murder and listening to the music JARVIS was playing to her through her Supernatural headphones. Due to Tony Stark's insistence, Jane had a Stark Phone and that meant Tony's AI was on it. Jane didn't mind, she liked JARVIS. she helped with updates for JARVIS whenever she visited Tony but JARVIS had a sense of humor. That was both, Tony and Jane's fault. They been here for a couple minutes and Jane wanted nothing more than to return to the dig and avoid Sherlock for the remainder of the time he was here but she knew if she left, Sherlock would go snooping around the base. Fury would have her head served to him on a silver platter.

Jane was getting bored out of her mind, so she decided texted Mycroft to let the eldest Holmes brother know of the other brother's location.

He has changed, Mike but at the same time he hasn't.

-JJGW

I believe I've told you that, Jane. You both have changed.

-MH

That cocky SoB; Jane thought, furiously as she typed a new text.

You know what I meant, Mycroft Holmes.

-JJGW

Full Names will not have any effect on me, you know that. Yes, I do know what you mean. I'm busy, Jane Julia.

-MH

With Nicky? I got the memo. How's the diet?

-JJGW

The diet is fine. I'll show him your message.

-MH

Jane smirked to herself, she could hear the snarl in his voice.

No you won't, Mikey. I bet if I ask Sher, he'll tell me the truth.

P.s. Fury loves me, I can do no wrong.

-JJGW

Another text popped up from the Director, himself.

Desk work for two months, Agent Grey.

Damn.

-JJGW

Jane sent that text to Nick Fury and switched back to Mycroft. Her nimble fingers flew over the buttons with swift accuracy.

Damn you, I'm going to tell your mother that you still smoke.

-JJGW

I call your bluff, Agent Grey.

-MH

Try me.

-JJGW

After not receiving a text back for a couple minutes she typed up another text.

Why didn't you tell Sherlock that I was here?

-JJGW

would my brother would have come if you were here? If you had lied to him for years, making him believe you were dead. Would he still come to your aid?

-MH

True. It wasn't like I had a choice and it was your idea.

-JJGW

The True Blood intro song came drifting through her headphones and she let a laugh out, Tony was up to something. Sherlock gave a sideways, semi interested look from looking at Aden's pale skin, pale for Aden anyway. Jane looked away from her student's body. It made her feel sick and guilty. She quickly found Tony's number and dialed him. Jane put the phone up to her ear and listened as it ringed. Anthony Edward Stark picked up on the first ring. "Hello, Anthony." Jane said, her voice low and seductive. That got Sherlock's attention right away, his cool blue-grey gaze fixed on her and John's attention honed in on his little sister flirting with an unknown man. He watched her move around the lab and Jane ignored him.

"JJ, your voice does wonderful things to me." Tony replied, his voice teasingly. In the background, Jane could hear JARVIS rattle off information to Tony as he worked on no doubt; another Ironman suit.

"Oh, I know my voice does. What are you up to that you decided to play, I wanna do bad things to you?" Jane asked, coyly as she sat in her chair and twirled in her rolling chair with a small smirk. Her free hand twirled a stray strand of blonde hair that managed to escape the confines of her ponytail.

"You. Me. Gala. Washington. Three weeks."

"Are you asking me out on a date, Anthony?" Jane snuck a glance at Sherlock, who continued to work, now he was the one trying to ignore her. Good luck, Jane thought with a devious grin. Her friends always said she would make a good Slytherin, Jane took it as a compliment.

"I'm telling you I need a date with a IQ higher than her shoes for this. I need good company for this."

"Why should I indulge you?"

"Because your my best friend." Jane could practically see Tony's pout. "Please."

"I have pity on billionares who have bimbos on his arms plus I have a presentation there, to present. You'll be my moral support."

"Damn, straight I will be for my best friend." Tony said with a chuckle.

" Jer's coming."

"Alright, bring Mon too."

"That was the plan, Tony. See you in hell." She heard Tony's snort in laughter as she hung up her phone.

"Anthony's a significant other." Sherlock said, still examining the body.

"He's my soul mate. My BFWB... I believe that a person can have more than one soul mate and Tony is one of mine." Jane answered Sherlock's silent question.

"uh, BF what?" John asked, perplexed.

"Best Friends With Benefits." Jane answered with a bark of laughter. "To put in lament terms, we're frag buddies and he's one of my best friends since the Academy. My undercover love, my undercover lover." Jane sang, softly and her brother turned bright red.

"Who is it?" Sherlock asked his voice tight.

"You're a genius, Sher. Figure it out." Jane retorted and held Sherlock's glare with one of her own. Mon decided to stepped in the examination room before Sherlock could respond with a harsh comment. "Hey, got a hot dress?" Jane called to the approaching black haired woman.

She rolled her dark mocha eyes and said," Of course I do, why?"

"Gala with Tony and Jer in hell."

"Gala with our boys in Washington, D.C." Monique translated.

"Sums it up, Phil called yet?"

"He's calling you today." Moni pronounced with a smirk.

"Damnit." Jane cursed.

"I'll babysit these two, so you can gather the data we have collected for the past two months and report it to AC."

Jane stood up to ready her leave and said," I would call you a saint but then I'd be lying and thou shall not lie."

Mon threw her head back and laughed," Ain't that the truth, JJ." John chuckled, a little from where he stood with Sherlock.

Jane stuffed her phone in her back pocket and waved her goodbyes to John, promising to see him later and catch up over a cup of tea. Just as Jane moved to the door, she heard something foreign, a curse not from those she saw. Mon picked up on it too and she and Jane drew weapons. Mon's was a 45. Pistol and Jane's was a bowie knife from her combat boots. John looked alarmed at the sight of his sister with a weapon. It was slowly dawning on him that his sister wasn't the person he thought to be.

"Cover me, Sweetie. Sherlock, John move to the far wall." Sherlock protested with his usual air of arrogance but Monique threatened to shoot him if he didn't do as they said and Jane shot him a withering glare. He quietened with a dark look that promised that it wasn't over yet.

"I always got your fine arse." Moni responded, following close behind the Archeologist towards a cabinet on the far wall, obscured by darkness.

Jane rolled her blue eyes and advanced forward, wary. Muscles tense ready for any attack that would come her way. She kept her heart beat calm and steady. Adrenaline raced through her veins as she prepared herself for an attack. She locked eyes with Monique giving her a silent battle plan. "On the count to-" Jane didn't have time to finish, the double grey doors flung open and a hefty man tried to plowed over Jane. She danced out of the way and slashed with her knife, the Russian dodged her and lunged. Jane allowed herself to be slammed through the glass table by the Russian's meaty, sweaty hands. Then she retaliated and jabbed the blade in between the man's ribs and he howled in agony, Jane twisted the blade deeper before yanking it out and scrambling out of his swinging bloodied fists. The hand that held her blade was coated in Russian blood. Moni was dealing with a smaller, quicker man, the brains of the operations. John rushed to help Moni as Sherlock picked up a glass bottle and lobed it at the massive Russian. The glass shattered, hitting it's target's head, Sherlock swung a silver tray into the man's face. Moron, Jane thought but felt a flutter of emotion in her stomach that she quickly banished. The Russian threw Sherlock across the room and soon after him, John followed. Jane acted quickly, leaping on top of the massive man, grabbing her Bowie and drove the blade through his head. Through the bottom of his chin and up. John stared, shocked and even Sherlock couldn't help but stare in something akin to awe. More blood spilled over her hand. The man sank down to the cool, plain tile floor. Jane drew the blade out and Knelt over the dead man and searched him for a wallet, the Russian worked for SHEILD, he was an agent. An ache filled her heart as she pictured him murdering Aden. Aden was killed by a friend, he put up no struggle. It had to be this man. They were friends. Jane threw the wallet aside and cursed, loudly and violently. She searched his body a little more and found a syringe filled with a clear liquid, Jane didn't have to deduce what was inside. A sedative, she swallowed hard.

Jane stood, silently and walked over to the smaller, injured Russian. She didn't recognize this one but her blood still boiled in righteous rage. A bead of blood ran down the side of her face, a cut from the glass from the table. She noticed that he was trying to dislodge something in his mouth. Realization dawned on her on what was in his mouth. She lunged down at him, one hand was forcing his mouth open, she straddled him. Keeping him in place as he struggled. "Pliers!" She shouted," Pliers!"

Monie moved swiftly, to snatch a pair off of a cabinet along the wall and handed it to Jane. Jane retched inside of his mouth and with the pliers she grabbed one of his back molars and yanked it out, she repeated the process on the other side. She tossed the second tooth on the ground, next to the first. Jane dropped the pliers and stood up. The man withered around on the ground, she had faith that he wouldn't be trying to pull a Houdini.

"What are those?" John asked pointing to the bloodied, false teeth. Sherlock being who he was moved forward to examine them.

"Poison. An escape for spies and assassins to get out of a sticky situation. Kill themselves to prevent anyone else from obtaining their gathered intel if they are captured." Jane answered, glaring at the little man, who was clutching his bleeding mouth.

He glared at her and snarled," Traitor! Hail HYDRA!" The man spat at her and Jane's blood froze at the salute. She couldn't believe that HYDRA found her after all of these years.

"Suicide," Monie sneered at him.

Jane hid her shock and raised an eyebrow," Easy, Mon. He'll end up in the fridge. That's a lot worse than a quick death."

Sherlock spoke up," The question is why?"

"That answer is simple." Jane replied, cleaning the blood off her hands in a stainless steel sink in the same cabnets that Monie grabbed the pliers off of. Jane watched the scarlet liquid mix with soppy water and washed down the drain. She dried her hands with a dry towel and she watched Monie as she was calling Jer on her phone. "He didn't have the research they thought he would so they're moving up. They must be getting desperate if they attacked a public place."

Jane didn't like the look on Sherlock's face," you made your own student a target?"

Jane shook her head in disbelief at Sherlock's accusation," No! I gave him the position because he was good- no, great at what he did. Before he died I told him to not let everyone know, to keep it on the down low. I didn't know how deep they are in SHEILD."

"Who?" John asked.

"Classified." Jer answered after he opened the door and overheard their conversation. The blonde's striking emerald green eyes raked the room, the blood, the body and the broken lab equipment. He pursed his lips and said," You always think I'm going to keep cleaning up after you, JJ." He straightened his tailored, silky black suit.

"I know you will, Jer. You love me to much to not." Jane teased him with a sly smirk. She turned around and casually leaned against the cabinets.

"True." Jer answered with a matching smirk.

"How many men do you have?" John demanded, he was getting confused and baffled.

"Jer isn't my man, he's my George O'Malley to my Meredith Grey." Jane answered and Jer nodded his head in agreement.

Monie snorted, she crossed the room joining Jane leaning against the counter top and said," And that would make me Cristina Yang, wouldn't it? I think I know who McDreamy is." Jane elbowed her best friend and sent her a deathly glare.

"I know who Bailey is too, then." Jane mused. Her lips curved upwards in a grin. "Who would be McSteamy? Together we would form the dirty mistresses club." Monie snorted, trying to cover up her laugh.

"Knew her since elementary school and loved her before that. The missing piece to my heart." Jer swooned and pulled out his phone to call in clean up, after he hung up he spoke again," You must be John."

"Yes, but I never heard of you."

"He had things to Siberia during my wedding, that's why you never met Jer before." Jane pulled an answer out of seemingly no where. It wasn't completely a lie but she felt a pang of guilt for lying to her brother. Jane started to fiddle with her dirty nails because she could feel tension in the air, it felt like it could suffocate her. Then she saw his face and everything got so much worse. "It didn't go well, did it? Jer?" Her heart sank at the shake of his head."I'm sic rumex , Meus amicus." Jane let the dead language roll off of her tongue with deep emotions weighing her words.

He offered a smile, and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the door sliding open and Andrew strolled in and agents wearing gloves and carrying equipment weaved around him setting to work. "Looks like the prodigal child slipped up." He drawled out with a wide grin at Jer, who glared right back.

"Hey dick! He is entitled to a day off every now and then, arse!" Jane growled, pushing away from the countertop. Ready to added another person to the list of people she's killed today. "Start doing your job, asshat." Jane spat. With a shared glare, Andrew started to order the lesser agents around.

"Another day in the office?" Jer asked.

"Yeah." Jane replied wearily as she watched Sherlock, continue to exam the two bodies. "How are we going to deal with them?"

"That's Fury's decision."

"Nicky's coming?" Jane asked, confused. "Didn't he have business to attend to?" Jane continued with a tone of neutrality.

"He'll deal with that at a later time." Jer answered," Take the civilians to the hotel, Mon."

"You got it, boss." She grumbled and walked over the consulting detective and John. She left with them, humming. "Oh Nicky you so fine, you so fine. You blew my mind, hey Nicky. Hey, hey Nicky!"

Once, Monique was out of earshot, Jane leaned over and whispered." Are you think what I'm thinking?"

"Yes." Jer's answer was short and sharp. His green eyes hard. "Get to your hotel room, take a shower and changed."

"Oooh, I love it when you get bossy like. It makes me tingle." Jane purred and jogged to catch up to the trio. The blonde walked along Moni's side and started to sing, softly."🎶Oh Nicky, you so fine you so fine you blow my mind. Hey Nicky! Hey, hey Nicky!"

Monique howled in laughter, nearly collapsing on the dirty concrete floor. "You really need to record that and play it on loop!" Monie told her friend after she regained her breathe.

"And risk being sent to Nicky's sex dungeon? Never!" Jane said, eyes wide in mock horror. That caused Monie to loose it, all over again. Jane joined in, laughing at her own joke. John gave them a demanding look, he wanted answers.

"I think it's about time you told us what you are?" Sherlock asked, keeping his brisk pace.

Jane sobered and then asked," Does it bother you? Not to be able to deduce?" Sherlock opted to glare at her rather than answer Jane's question and she smirked at the consulting detective and continued," I can't tell, it's up to Director Nick Fury." Jane spent the next five minutes deflecting questions fired off by both John and Sherlock. Monique did nothing but watched them in amusement. Jane thanked the good lord when they arrived at her hotel room, she was resisting the urge to shoot Sherlock Holmes.

Jane stalked in the small, worn down room and froze when she sensed foreign presences. Her hand reached behind her and gripped the smooth, cool handle of her 45. pistol. Her free hand she flicked the light switch on, Jane visibly relaxed at the sight. She released her hold on her weapon and straightened. The people behind her enter the small hotel room. "Nick." Jane Watson answered. Sherlock took note of the respect that leaked into her voice and the fond look in her stormy depths of eyes.

"Director Fury to you, Agent Grey." The trench coat clad man corrected from where he sat on the one of two couches. Agent Phil Coulson and Agent Maria Hill sat on either side. Hill in her typical SHEILD uniform and Phil in a pristine dark suit. Standing by a window, leaning against his umbrella was none other than Mycroft Holmes. John gaped, slightly. Clearly not expecting the older Holmes. Sherlock choose to openly glare.

"Mikey, Hill, Phil." Jane greeted with a nod of her head.

Mycroft glowered and said," Don't call me that."

Jane laughed and asked,"Phil, how's the search for the Cap?"

"Fine. And yours?"

"Slow."

"Same here." Phil answered, Jane knew how much he wanted to find Captain America. He was his childhood hero, still was. He collected the trading cards. Jane managed to snag the last one he needed and planned to gift it to him for his upcoming birthday.

Sherlock spoke up," You knew." He accused his brother.

"Always." Mycroft answered in his usual measured tone but his eyes held something else. Sherlock held his brother's gaze and Jane felt an argument starting to catch fire.

Jane intervened,"He was the one who introduced me to Director Fury and helped me fake my death." Jane spoke, calmly." Whoops, was I not supposed to say that?"

"It's fine, they seemed to figure out you're still alive. No use in keeping Jane Watson dead, officially." Fury said and a chill ran down her spine. Jane shivered as thoughts plagued her mind.

"The Baron?" Jane asked, fearing the answer she would receive.

"One of many." Mycroft answered.

" What's next?"

"Debriefing for starters." Phil said, trying to steer the conversation away from it's current topic for Jane's sake. "Do you want to start or Mr. Holmes?"

"I'll start." Jane replied, determinedly. It was time to tell her tale to her lucky brother and the man she once loved. "I'm not only an Archeologist but a SHEILD agent, former Hydra trainee under my mother. She was known as the Viper among other agents and leaders. She taught me how to kill, spy, blend into any setting and get answers. I wanted to be normal. I didn't want to take over her position, so I ran." Jane swallowed as memories swarmed her. She pushed the dragging emotions down and continued on," They found me and sent her to... Tie up loose ends. I'd managed to kill her before she offed me. I realized that they would find me, wherever I hid. So, Jane Watson died on a rainy night, hit by a drunk driver. Few days later, Agent Julia Grey of SHEILD emerged from the ashes."...

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