Jane unlocked the door to the safe house. She drew her gun and moved inside without turning on the light.
"What's wrong?" Kurt worried, drawing his own weapon.
"Nothing probably," Jane assured him.
Without asking any more questions, Kurt helped her search the house before she turned on the light.
"What to tell me what that was all about?" He demanded.
"I'm always careful when I come back," Jane admitted, "Since Roman knew where the safe house was, I'm cautions. I don't know who in Sandstorm might know."
"Roman knew where your safe house was?" Kurt hadn't meant to yell.
"He must have followed me here," Jane admitted, "That night, after your baby shower, when I got home he was waiting for me."
Kurt wanted to shake her. "And you are just telling me about this now?"
"What difference does it make?" Jane argued.
"Sheppard wants you dead!" Kurt exploded, "You're a sitting duck here."
"We are trying to draw Sheppard out," Jane reminded him, "But I doubt she knows where I am."
"You can't know that," Kurt argued, his arms animating his agitation.
"Well I've been back for a while now and nobodies killed me yet." Jane observed.
"I can't believe you've been using yourself as bait, without even telling the team what you were doing." Kurt walked over to the couch and sat down heavily.
"Well, in my own defense, when I first came back, we weren't exactly confidants." Jane reminded him.
Kurt just looked at her and said nothing.
Jane fidgeted nervously, "You want something to drink?"
"No." Kurt looked down at his hands that were clenched in front of him.
"What's going on?" Jane finally worried, "You said you wanted to talk."
"Zapata admitted that she gave your file to Carter," Kurt told her looking back up.
"What?" It was the last thing Jane expected to hear.
"She had a gambling problem and got into some trouble. Carter said he'd bail her out if she gave him information on you." Kurt looked away from her hurt expression.
"This must be killing her," Jane finally empathized.
"What?" Kurt hadn't expected that response.
"Kurt," Jane joined him on the couch, "When I met you and the rest of the team you were very black and white. Good was good, bad was bad, there was no grey area at all. You couldn't see how someone could do something wrong for what they thought was the right reason. Good intensions didn't even play into your dynamic. Zapata gave my file to Carter, but if you remember what was going on at the time, can you really blame her?"
"Yes," Kurt argued, "I can blame her. That action resulted in Carter kidnapping you. Everything that happened after that…"
"Lead us to this moment," Jane finished for him.
"You cannot be that understanding," Kurt looked at her in confusion.
"Kurt," Jane placed a hand on his clenched hands, "Mayfair was hiding daylight, I was a terrorist, and you were not objective. What was she supposed to do, ignore her own instincts and pretend she wasn't worried? Carter found her weakness and exploited it and that was wrong. She gave him the file and that was wrong…but we've all done things we'd like to take back."
Kurt just looked at her and said nothing.
"Kurt…" Jane squeezed his hands.
"How can I trust her?" Kurt looked up at Jane and the irony of the question wasn't lost on her.
"After everything I've done, how could you ever trust me?" She asked him.
"You never meant to betray me," Kurt insisted.
"She never did either." Jane finished for him.
"So I'm just supposed to ignore what she did?" Kurt shook his head.
"No," Jane denied, "Make sure she's okay. Does she still gamble?"
"I don't think so," Kurt denied, "But I can't be sure."
"Then start there," Jane suggested.
"She's been really harsh to you…" Kurt looked over at Jane.
"If she's been lashing out at me, can you imagine what she's doing to herself?"
"She still doesn't trust you," Kurt worried, "What if she does something else?"
"After what happened with Mayfair, I'm betting she is the last person that would ever betray you again. I know that's how I feel."
"So you think this makes her more trustworthy?" Kurt shook his head at how Jane's mind worked.
"She clearly regrets what she did. She knows it was wrong. She probably expects to be fired. If you give her another chance, she'll do whatever it takes not to let you down." Jane agreed.
"Even if she continues to doubt you at every turn?" Kurt reminded Jane.
"I have been a mole for both Sandstorm and the FBI." Jane reminded him.
"I am not seeing Nas," Kurt told her looking away.
Jane tensed beside him and withdrew her hand. The abrupt change in topic left her unprepared for the curling pain in her heart at his reminder.
"But you were…" She verified.
"Yes," Kurt admitted.
"So what happened?" Jane finally asked.
"Sandstorm happened," Kurt rubbed his neck.
"So, because of me, you've had another relationship fall apart?" Jane thought she might cry.
Kurt jerked his eyes back to Jane, "No!"
"I'm ruining your life," Jane worried.
"No you aren't," This time it was Kurt that took her hand.
"Allie's moving to Colorado with your child and your relationship with Nas…" Jane couldn't even continue with that, "These are important people in your life and you shouldn't have to give them up because of what I brought to your door. How can you even look at me?"
"Jane," Kurt turned toward her more fully, "You're looking at Allie and Nas as though they were my soul mates, but that was never what those relationships were about."
"Then what?" Jane asked him in confusion.
"I just needed someone," Kurt admitted.
Her eyes flew up to him when he repeated the words she had uttered to him earlier that night.
"Oliver and I…" She denied.
"I know," He assured her, "but you need to be careful. Sometimes choices you make can affect not only yourself, but those closest to you."
"Like the baby?" Jane thought she understood.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed, "The baby, but not just her."
Jane looked away. Did Kurt know how much he meant to her?
"I'll be careful." Jane wasn't ready for that conversation.
"I'll see that you are," Kurt agreed, "Now gather some things, we're leaving."
"Leaving?" Jane couldn't seem to keep up with how Kurt's mind was working tonight.
"No way am I leaving you in a safe house that has been potentially compromised." He insisted.
"It's fine," Jane assured him, "I've been sleeping here for months."
"Well, I won't be sleeping if I leave you here," He argued, "Get your things."
Jane sighed and conceded defeat. It wasn't really home anyway, so what difference did it make if she moved to a different place.
"I'll just be a minute."
Kurt watched her go with a look she didn't see.