Jane expected him to head to another safe house… she hadn't expected to end up at his apartment.
"I clearly cannot stay here," She told him from the passenger seat.
"Why not?" Kurt looked over at his with a scowl.
"You're the Director of the NYO branch of the FBI and I am a part of the biggest terrorist family in recorded history," Jane reminded him.
"So?" He asked as he opened his door.
"So, it's the worst idea you've ever had. Pellington would have a stroke." Jane reminded him.
"Not going to happen," Kurt brushed aside her concerns and headed over to the car park elevator.
Jane rushed after him, "You also no longer have a spare bedroom," Jane hated to remind him.
"You can take my bed," Kurt told her, "I'll grab the couch."
"No!" Jane exclaimed. She absolutely wanted nothing to do with that bed now that she knew about Nas. The thought actually made her nauseas.
"Why not?" Kurt looked down at her while they waited for the elevator.
She could obviously not tell him the truth and she was unwilling to lie.
"I'd rather sleep on the couch," She finally confessed without going into why.
"Fine," Kurt finally agreed, still looking down at her in puzzlement, "As long as you agree to stay."
"For tonight," Jane finally agreed. She was exhausted.
Seeing the way she practically wilted against the wall of the elevator, he reached over and took her bag.
"We can go back for the rest of your things tomorrow," He promised.
"This is everything," Jane confessed.
Feeling how lite the case was Kurt didn't say anything.
"You look wiped out," Kurt worried, "I know you've already showered, so go get changed and I will grab you some blankets and a pillow."
"Thanks," Jane agreed with a tired smile.
It didn't take Kurt any time to make up the couch. The knock on his front door had him frowning in puzzlement.
Walking over he pulled it wide to find Zapata standing there looking absolutely miserable.
"I can't wait until tomorrow," She told him, "If you're going to fire me, just tell me now." She pleaded.
"Come in," Kurt stepped out of the doorway.
Walking in, she looked over at the couch with a frown.
"Jane's bunking here tonight," Kurt explained, "I just found out that Roman knew where her safe house was."
"Oh, God," Zapata worried, "How was she able to sleep there?"
"She didn't feel like she had any other choice," Kurt forced himself to admit.
"Did you tell her?" Zapata asked.
"Yeah," Kurt admitted.
"She must hate me," Zapata sank down to the edge of the couch.
"Actually," Kurt joined her, "She felt bad for you."
"What?" Zapata couldn't believe her ears.
"She knows the kind of person you are," Kurt told her, "She figured you'd been beating yourself up for this."
"Of course I have," Zapata rested her head in her hands.
"She also pointed out that we've all made mistakes. Mayfair made her mistake with Daylight, Me buying into the Taylor Shaw lie and her going through with all this to begin with. She doesn't blame you. I think she probably understands what you're going through better than anyone." Kurt admitted.
"So does this mean you aren't going to fire me?" Zapata looked up at Kurt with a combination of disbelief and hope.
"Depends on whether or not you're still gambling," Kurt admitted.
"I haven't gambled since Carter used that against me," Zapata assured him, "I've been going to Gambler's anonymous, I see that I went looking for something I could control, but found something that could control me instead. It's always going to be hard, but I am never going back there."
"Then you aren't fired." Kurt assured her.
Jane came back into the room ready for bed.
"I'm sorry," She stopped when she saw them, "I didn't realize you weren't alone."
Zapata jumped up and looked at Jane, "I'm sorry," She felt her emotions overwhelm her.
"I understand," Jane assured her, moving closer.
"Not just for handing over your file, but for being so horrible to you since you've been back." Zapata confessed.
"I was a mole for Sandstorm," Jane looked at her in disbelief, "You were right to distrust me."
"The lie detector told us that you never meant to betray us," Zapata worried, "But I wouldn't let myself believe you again."
"I think that perfectly normal," Jane knew better than anyone how much she had betrayed the teams trust.
"When you first came here," Zapata explained, "You seemed to know how to do everything. Languages, expert marksman, lethal in hand to hand, interrogation success like I had never seen, you didn't even struggle with computers. I was jealous. Then, when we found out that it was all a lie, I hated you. You had all of these skills and you threw it all away…"
Jane didn't say anything. She had thrown it all away, to chase a dream that hadn't even been real.
"I know what I lost," Jane assured her.
"But that's just it," Zapata denied, "When you came back, even knowing what you did, you were still all of those other things. You weren't diminished at all. I couldn't even handle losing my partner without going into a tailspin…but you, were tortured for three months, had your memory erased, and still didn't seem to be fazed. It was like you're superhuman. We treated you horribly and you were still there for us, you still had out backs…"
"Stop," Jane pleaded.
"Don't you feel anything?" Zapata demanded.
Your brother has saver antisocial personality disorder.He is unable to love.
I was raised in the same place, in the same conditions…
I haven't diagnosed you yet…
"That's enough," Kurt warned Tasha.
Jane didn't hear him. She retreated inside her head, in that place where Keaton couldn't get her, the place that was hers alone.
"Jane?" Tasha worried at the blank expression on Jane's face.
"Jane," Kurt moved over to her side in concern.
"What's wrong with her?" Tasha asked moving to her other side.
"You just accuse her of being a robot after Dr. Sun told her that because of the way Roman was raised he is unable to feel strong emotion or love."
"Oh, God," Tasha felt instant remorse, "I can't seem to stop hurting her."
"Jane," Kurt placed both his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently.
Blinking several time she looked at them in confusion.
"Are you okay?" Tasha worried.
"I'm fine," Jane assured her, stepping away for Kurt in embarrassment.
Seeing the pain she couldn't hide, Zapata made another startling discovery. It wasn't that Jane didn't feel anything it was that she felt too much. That made the way she'd been acting even worse.
"Do you need me to call Dr. Sun?" Kurt offered.
"NO!" Jane exclaimed moving further away.
"Why not?" Kurt worried.
"What if she tells me I can't be fixed either?" Jane finally asked them the question that scared her more than anything.
"Jane you are one of the most empathetic people I have ever met." Kurt denied.
The reassurance in his words and the honesty in his voice made Jane relax.
"I'm going to make it up to you," Zapata told Jane.
"It's fine," Jane brushed aside the offer, "I'm fine."
It was only this time that Kurt realized just how far from fine Jane really was.
"You're not fine," Zapata denied, "I'm not either, but we will be. From now on I've got your back and you have mine."
"It's a deal." Jane smiled at Zapata for the first time since she'd found out her life was a total lie.