A/N: I am so, so, so sorry for how long it took me to update! I hope you aren't mad at me and enjoy this chapter!

I still don't own them.

Chapter 15

Everything was quiet. Jane thought it was quite nice for everything to be so quiet and peaceful. Something she rarely experienced in her life. If this was what being dead felt like, then she was totally okay with it. She briefly opened her eyes, finding it interesting that she still had eyes, apparently, and had to close them again. Her head hurt and looking around made her feel dizzy. That was weird. How could she feel anything if she was dead? Unless…

"Hey," a soft voice spoke right next to her. Her "unless" theory was being pushed aside, since she knew the person the voice belonged to was dead. Taking a deep breath and recollecting herself, she opened her eyes again, finally catching the sight of quite a bruised blond man sitting on a chair not far from her, the expression on his face hard to identify.

"Benji?" she asked, and the sound of her own voice rang in her aching head with an intensity of enormous church bells. No, she definitely didn't enjoy being dead if it was going to be like this for eternity.

"You better don't speak for a while," Benji sounded both slightly sympathetic and oddly alienated. When she opened her eyes, she saw he wasn't even looking at her, his gaze locked on something out of her view. She closed her eyes again, her thoughts tripping over one another. Was she really dead? If so… could she see Trevor, maybe? She then tried to make her lazy aching brain work better. Don't be ridiculous, Jane. You are not dead, it's obvious. You are lying on an old sofa one of your friends had slept on last night. But then it means Benji's not dead, either. But how is it possible? And where are the others?

"Any changes?" the voice she now heard sounded from where Benji was glaring, and it belonged to Ethan. Jane opened her eyes to see Benji finally looking at her, his features a bit softer this time.

"She's awake," the Englishman replied, as if only realising the meaning of those words now. He gave Jane a little smile before gritting his teeth together and staring back at what she assumed to be where Ethan was. "Wait, why did you leave him alone?"

"He's still unconscious, Benji," now it was the analyst who spoke as he and the team leader finally got into Jane's view and sat next to the Brit, whose glare was still aimed at the same spot. "Do you expect him to try and escape after you nearly strangled him to death with your bare hands?"

"Nearly," the former technician repeated, his hands clenching into fists.

Jane was merely observing what was happening around her. Apparently they were talking about Lovett who Benji (who, obviously, wasn't dead now) had apparently nearly killed while apparently saving her life. It all made sense. Except for the part about him being alive. They had all seen the explosion. No-one can survive in that.

"How did you…" she started but had to stop, wincing at the new wave of headache. The others, however, seemed to understand what she wanted to say, as they evidently had the same question in their minds.

"Would you mind sharing with us how you came back from the dead this time?" Ethan asked. It was quite impressive that the techie had managed to pull that card twice in quite a short period of time. Not that he wasn't glad about it but losing a friend repeatedly didn't feel that good, no matter how nice it was to always get him back.

Benji let out a tiny ghost of a smile again before glaring back at what Jane now knew was Lovett's unconscious figure somewhere behind the back of the sofa.

"This time it was easy," he replied, finally turning his eyes towards his teammates. "I was lucky. Luther called me on the phone".

"Luther?" Brandt was the worst of them all at hiding his disbelief. "Why?"

"Well, it had kept bugging me how Lovett had found out about my old team's suspicions in the first place," Benji explained. "There must have been some bug planted somewhere. When I had first contacted Luther before he gave us a call, I had asked him to trace any signals coming from here he thought could be suspicious. And that phone call was Luther's reply. Stellar timing, by the way. And here," Benji held out his hand holding a tiny piece of equipment, "is this bug".

"Where was it?" Ethan demanded.

"In your phone," the technician retorted, smiling a bit bitterly. "You can thank me for stealing it later".

"Wait," Jane spoke up again, this time more determined to finish her sentence, "if this thing was in Ethan's phone, then…"

"Lovett had known everything from the moment we met," Benji nodded. "The fact that he only attacked after we had deliberately shown ourselves was a mere coincidence. He had been planning his moves. It also explains how he was already in Italy when we talked to Luther".

"And he also knew about Guido and sent a few of his men to distract him," Brandt caught up on the chain of events. "So that he and some of his other people managed to get in…"

"… and plant the bomb in the part of the building they knew I was supposed to be in, since they heard Ethan sending me there," Benji continued. "Good thing he didn't have enough time to plant another bomb to kill the rest of us".

There was quite a long silence. Jane wondered what had happened to Guido and the people he had fought. Probably they were in jail by now. She assumed Benji had convinced Guido to leave them alone with Lovett for a while. They still needed to know who stood behind him.

A noise from Lovett's corner made the four of them jump at look at each other. He was coming to. Which one of them was going to talk to him?