Jane looked over at Reed in embarrassment.
"Thanks for coming with me," She said in the silence.
"That's what I'm here for." Reed brushed aside her gratitude.
"How are you doing, with your friend being killed?" Jane worried.
"The Couch wasn't my friend," Reed scoffed, "He only ever cared about himself."
"But you thought he was your friend," Jane worried, "It's okay to be upset."
"Freddie told me I was one of his victims," Reed admitted.
"Oh, Reed," Jane placed her hand on his arm, "Are you okay?"
"I don't remember it," Reed looked over at her, "I have gaps in my memory. I believe it's true."
"It's hard not knowing for sure," Jane said looking straight ahead, "But sometimes remembering doesn't make it any easier."
"Jane," Reed looked over at her, "I'm sorry. With all that you're going through, this must seem almost trivial."
"It's not trivial." She protested immediately, "A traumatic past, whether it's of your own making like mine, or you're a victim, like you, is never easy."
"You were taken from an orphanage when you were a child," Reed argued, "I don't see a lot of choice in that."
Jane looked over and met Reeds eyes in surprise. She hadn't expected his support.
"Reed," She thought she might cry.
"None of that," He warned her, "I might not be able to forget you getting all emotional on me."
Laughing at his pained expression, Jane pulled herself together. "Got it."
"So what's with this Oliver guy?" Reed asked her, "You put out on the first date or what?"
Jane looked over at him in shock, "No," She protested.
"Well he seems…desperate, just checking." Reed teased her.
"Have you seen him?" Jane laughed, "He probably has never had a woman walk out on him before. His ego is seriously dented."
"I don't think that's it," Reed denied with a smile, "You clean up pretty well."
"You're not so bad yourself," Jane smiled, "Well if it wasn't for…you know…when you open your mouth."
"Damn," Reed looked over at her, "You're cold. I should warn this dude."
"I think the less he knows about me the better I'll look," Jane admitted candidly.
"You're pretty amazing actually," Reed denied, "If it were for the former terrorist thing."
"So I should probably not lead with that…" Jane shook her head.
"Naw," Reed agreed, "That's probably a tenth date kind of talk."
"Noted." Jane smiled.
Reed's phone rang, "It's Weller."
"I guess I was hoping he would just go home," Jane said in frustration.
Remembering the look on Kurt's face while he watched Jane and Oliver dance Reed thought that there was no chance in hell of that happening.
"Weller," Reed answered.
"Where are you?" Kurt asked over the vehicles speaker.
"We're almost there," Jane assured him, "Don't worry, I brought Reed."
"Why?" Kurt demanded.
"I didn't know you had plans," Jane chided, "You should have told me."
"I don't have any plans," Kurt all but growled.
"Well now that you're off the hook, you can make some," Jane suggested.
"I have no desire to make any plans, other than meeting you. Where are you?" Kurt repeated.
"There's a food stand on the corner of West and Bailey." Jane finally relented.
"Be there in ten," Kurt assured, "Wait for me."
"He hung up," Reed noted.
"Great." Jane rubbed her hand over her face.
Looking away Reed smiled.
They pulled up and Jane said, "He's already here."
Reed saw him.
"I should go over." Jane worried.
"You're going to wait for Weller," Reed denied.
Jane looked over at his serious expression and nodded in agreement.
Kurt must have made good time, because he arrived in seven minutes.
Jane opened the passenger door to Reed's car and looked over at him, "You don't have to wait."
"Wouldn't miss this for the world," He scoffed.
Kurt met her at the door.
"Want me to go over with you?" He worried, looking at where Oliver sat waiting.
"No," Jane assured him, "That's okay. This is going to be awkward enough already."
"What are you going to tell him?" Kurt looked down at her seriously.
"I don't know," Jane admitted, "I can't really tell him the truth, but I don't want to lie."
"Are you going to keep seeing him?" Kurt asked her.
"I'd be kinder just to end it," Jane denied.
"I doubt he's sitting over there waiting to hear that," Reed told her.
"What can I do?" Jane felt bad.
"You could just keep it light. Tell him that you're working with the FBI as a consultant, but you're not interested in anything heavy." Reed suggested.
"So just keep seeing him, but keep it casual." Jane considered it.
"Or you could just screw his brains out and then dump him. If you walking out on him dented his ego like you think, that would fix it." Reed teased.
"Shut up." Kurt warned him seriously.
"I was just kidding," Reed held up both hands.
"I know," Jane smiled at him.
"We'll be right here, just let us know if you need us." Kurt placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
"I will," Jane placed her hand over his and squeezed back.
Watching her cross the street, Kurt climbed into Reed's vehicle with him.
"Screw his brains out?" He glared at Reed.
"She's not going to do that. When I asked her if she put out on the first date, she was truly shocked." Reed assured him.
"You asked her what?" Kurt demanded.
"Hey this guy is obsessed, it was a reasonable question." Reed defended himself.
Kurt rubbed his face, he knew the feeling well.