I don't own Blindspot or any of these wonderful characters.
I've been enjoying some quality Fics right now…makes it hard to write. I just wanted to thank everyone that's keeping me so entertained. I might make it through the summer after all! J
They'd gone from the doctor back to the office. Jane knew that Patterson's team was good, but she harbored little to no hope that they would be able to crack any of the tattoos without her. She was sitting on the couch in Kurt's office and he looked up at her with disconcerting regularity. It was as if he expected her to disappear at any moment.
She felt massive guilt that she'd brought him to this. After what happened with Taylor, making him look for her had been unbelievably cruel. She hadn't realized he was even looking…she should have.
"Kurt I'm sorry," Jane whispered, "How's Lacy?"
"She growing really fast," Kurt picked up his most recent picture of her on his desk and walked over to show Jane.
"She beautiful," Jane smiled down at the little elf fondly.
"She misses you," Kurt told her.
"She probably doesn't remember me anymore," Jane denied sadly.
"She remembers," Kurt insisted.
"What happened with Allie?" Jane worried.
"She dropped the petition," Kurt admitted.
"What's she going to do when she finds out you had to come get me?" Jane wondered.
"Jane," Kurt turned to face her fully, "I didn't have to come get you. I wanted to come get you. If I had found you earlier you would have been back before now. I wasn't looking for you because of the team or because of the box, I was looking for you for us and what we are together."
"How can you say that?" Jane was generally puzzled.
"Our lives haven't always been easy," Kurt acknowledged, "but I'm the happiest when you're next to me, even when the world is falling apart around us. Don't you feel that?"
Jane looked up at the vulnerability that Kurt had written on his face and she reached up and cupped his check tenderly. "You are the best part of me and no matter what happens, how close or far part we are, that will always be true."
Kurt didn't give a thought to the glass walls of his office he leaned in and claimed her lips tenderly with his own. He'd missed her so much, he needed all of his restraint to pull back. When she met his eyes he smiled down at her, despite their circumstances, happier than he'd been in a long time.
When the door to his office opened, Kurt looked up with a scowl.
"Sorry to interrupt," The man that entered said unconvincingly.
Jane looked at the newcomer with a puzzled frown. She didn't know this man and yet his manner indicated a familiarity with Kurt that was long standing.
"Jack," Kurt acknowledged, "This is my wife, Jane."
"Nice to meet you," Jack moved forward to shake Jane's hand, "I've heard some amazing things about you."
"Jane," Kurt explained, "Jack was transferred in when Reed left."
"I've been studying the new tattoo database." Jack told them and the look he shot Jane made she shift uncomfortably. "It seems to me that some of them might be referencing the old tattoos. I feel like we should combine the data and see if there's any correlation between the two."
Kurt heard the words Jack said and agreed with his theory, however, the way Jack spoke to him but continued to watch Jane made Kurt scowl impatiently. Kurt knew that Jane was a beautiful woman and as a result of whoever did this to her, everyone tasked with unraveling the mystery did as well. That had always made him uncomfortable, but the way that Jack was looking at Jane made Kurt want to…fire him at the very least. He took a deep breath.
"Go to the lab and tell them to get started on a third data base that references both the old and the new together." Kurt told him. Watching him turn and walk away, Kurt looked over at Jane and found her looking down with a flush on her face. Seeing her embracement, he wanted to more than fire him…
"He's new," Kurt explained once they were alone once more, "But he has some important language skills and a great record." He was trying to convince himself as much as reassure Jane at this point. He couldn't fire someone for admiring his wife. If he did that the office would be entirely female. Rubbing his neck at the thoughts he couldn't deny Kurt stood back up and moved back over to the desk.
"I'm sure he's fine," Jane agreed absently. Jack was younger than Reed and more arrogant, but he wouldn't be here if he wasn't one of the best.
"I went to see Allie," Kurt set the photo back down on his desk and resumed their former conversation, "She was worried about Roman and what he might do. She panicked and filed for custody, but when she heard that it was one of the reasons that you left…she realized just how unfair she was being. She knows just how far you'll go to protect Lacy. You've proven that time and time again. She even helped me look for you."
"She did?" Jane said in surprise.
"Everyone did," Kurt admitted, "Reed, Tasha, Nas, Allie, Patterson…hell even Keaton. It was Rich that finally found you."
"Rich?" Jane repeated in disbelief.
"He's helped us on a few cases," Kurt admitted.
She smiled at that. Kurt and Rich had a tempestuous relationship.
"That must have been fun," Jane smiled, "I'm sorry I missed it."
"Well…" Kurt hesistated, "About that."
Before he could say any more the door to his office was flung open and Rich walked in. Jane looked over at him in disbelief.
"There she is," Rich moved to Jane in a flurry of happiness, "You found our girl."
Jane returned Riches enthusiastic embrace, all the while looking over at Kurt's pained expression in surprise.
"I might have told Rich if he could find you, I would make him an asset." Kurt told her.
"I work with you now," Rich explained, "I was even set up in your old safe house."
Jane closed her mouth and muffled her laugh.
Kurt saw her general amusement and was grateful for another reason. He'd missed her smile and the silent communication they shared and Rich had just given him back both. It almost made the daily chore of putting up with him worth it.
"What do you want Rich?" Kurt demanded, but without heat.
"I wanted to see Jane," Rich said obviously, "But I also want to complain about Jack."
"What's he done now?" Kurt asked. This ongoing feud between the two was already getting old.
"He's infatuated with our woman," Rich accused, his outrage apparent.
"Excuse me?" Kurt looked over at Jane, before looking back at Rich.
"He's been getting a little…too interested in the new data base." Rich accused.
"Rich," Kurt saw Jane's blush and tried to alleviate her discomfort.
"No," Rich denied, "I know people, can read them, and he is lusting after our woman."
"That's enough," Kurt was already on his feet ready to remove Rich for the office forcefully.
"Jane," Rich said over Kurt's shoulder, "Jack might be a feast for the eyes and younger than Kurt, but he will never care about you like we do…"
The door closed on this words and Jane looked up at Kurt in disbelief.
"This is going to be fun," She teased him.
"So," Kurt knew that he should stop, but Rich's words still hung in the air and he couldn't prevent the question, "You think Jack is a feast for the eyes?" He hated himself.
"What?" Jane looked at Kurt as though he'd just introduced a new language.
"Never mind," Kurt turned away from her.
"Kurt," Jane walked over and placed her hand on his arm, "I can't even remember what he looks like."
His eyes jerked to her face and he could read the truth there.
"Let's go home," Kurt decided.
Jane wanted to wilt with relief.
"We need to find the others," Jane protested.
"The team is on the case," Kurt assured her, "And you look like your about to fall down."
Jane let herself be convinced.
"So I'm…staying with you?" She asked without looking at him. Had she been, she would have seen his surprise.
"Of course," He agreed before hesitating, "Unless…you don't want to."
"I do," Jane interrupted.
Those words coming from her mouth took him right back to one of the happiest days of his life. He could still see Jane looking up at him, the antique lace vail Patterson had insisted on framing her face. Her smile had been radiant.
"Kurt?" Jane pulled him back to the present.
"Let's go," Kurt wrapped an arm around her waist and ushered her toward the door.
She went willingly enough.
"Well that's not going to work," Reed said as he dropped down from the ventilation shaft.
"Why not?" Tasha demanded.
"There are bars across the vent." Reed explained, "They're solid."
Tasha looked away from the mess she'd made trying to see if they could punch through the walls. The drywall covered cement filled cinderblocks.
"Patterson?" Tasha looked over at her.
"There's no tech in this room," Tasha reminded her, "I haven't been able to hack what we don't have."
"This is ridiculous," Tasha sank down and sat on the floor.
"Look it could be worse," Patterson reminded her, "We aren't being tortured, they feed us, and we're together."
Reed and Tasha just looked at her.
"I've been working on being more optimistic." Patterson admitted.
"God help us," Reed looked over at Tasha.
She laughed at his expression.
"Shut up," Patterson warned them.
"Oh," Reed teased her, "You know you love us."
"I miss you guys," Patterson admitted.
"We miss you too," Tasha admitted.
"Why did you leave?" She demanded.
"I was sick of having to follow all the rules. Weller never strayed from them and it seemed like it was hindering us…but we were always able to pull it off. The CIA…Keaton, they follow different rules and even when we win, I feel like we've lost." Tasha admitted.
"Well," Reed told them, "I thought teaching was the answer, but seeing these punk ass kids get more arrogant I want to knock them on their ass. That's not allowed, but the way."
"Well," Patterson admitted, "I'm glad I stayed, but we all miss you both. Jane hated every one Kurt brought in. I know it was mostly because she was missing you both, but she actually did knock one of them on their ass when Kurt was grazed because one of them didn't follow orders."
"How was it after Jane…left?" Tasha worried.
"Horrible," Patterson admitted, "Kurt was driven in a way I've never seen him. Not even when he was trying to stop Sandstorm. It was a close as I've ever seen him get where any means justifies the end."
"What do you mean?" Reed worried.
"He released Rich, he works with us now." Patterson admitted.
"He released Rich?" Tasha repeated in disbelief.
"He made a deal that if Rich could find Jane he would make him an asset." Patterson told them, "He hasn't been able to do it yet, but Kurt moved him into Jane's old safe house and he's followed a number of Rich's leads. He missed Jane by 24 hours once."
"That must have gutted him," Reed worried.
"He's not the same without her," Patterson agreed.
"Have you had any luck finding her?" Tasha asked.
"I haven't," Patterson admitted, "Finding her flight out was easy, but after that…it was like she disappeared."
"Finding her flight out was easy?" Reed repeated thoughtfully.
"Are you sure it was her?" Tasha caught on quickly.
"Kurt brought in the people that sat next to her on the flight and they identified her." Patterson told them.
"He brought in people…like suspects?" Tasha looked at Patterson in shock.
"He was crazed," Patterson admitted.
"They were able to identify her?" Reed persisted.
"Yes," Patterson insisted.
"How many?" Tasha demanded.
"Four," Patterson told her.
"Did you do a background check on them?" Tasha worried.
"They were civilians," Patterson reminded them.
"What if they weren't?" Reed said bluntly.
"So you think I might have assumed that Jane chose to leave and that's why she's still missing?" Patterson whispered.
"No!" Tasha denied, moving over and placing her hand on Patterson's shoulder.
"Jane said she was leaving," Reed reminded her, "You didn't assume anything, but in light of our current circumstances, we need to consider she might not have left on her own."
"Oh, God." Patterson looked devastated.
"Look," Tasha signed, "Speculating won't do us any good. We just need to get out of here."
Looking around the room, Reed began pulling down the drop ceiling. It was a long shot, but none of them were willing to simply give up.
Kurt opened the door to their apartment and moved aside to let Jane enter first.
He'd been dreaming of this moment for so long it seemed surreal. She walked into the space and for the first time in all of these months it wasn't a reminder of just what he'd lost. She seemed to bring the room to life. Made it back into the home they'd shared and not the prison he'd been in since she left.
"Are you hungry?" He worried.
"A little," Jane admitted, "But I'd kill for a shower."
"I'll make something to eat, you go get cleaned up," Kurt offered.
Jane looked over at him and whispered, "Thanks."
He watched her walk toward their bedroom but hesitate outside the door before stepping inside. Turning to the kitchen, Kurt opened the refrigerator to find little food. He hadn't been really interested in food since Jane left. Changing course, Kurt pulled out takeout menus and made a call.
Jane looked around the bedroom and felt overwhelmed. Everything was just like the day she'd decided to leave. Looking over at the nightstand, she was shocked to see her ring still sitting on the surface. It was as if time had stopped. She moved over to the chest of drawers and hesitantly pulled it open. Her clothes were still contained within it, nestled next to Kurt's. She withdrew a pair of under ware. She opened the next drawer and hesitated. When she finally reached in it wasn't her nightgown she withdrew, but one of Kurt's undershirts. It had been a running joke between them that he was going to have to buy more if she kept stealing them to sleep in. They'd compromised and before she'd known how it happened, all clothes had been banned from their bed. She'd never slept as well as she'd done with Kurt's arms securely around her, his heat warming her soul.
Turning away from her memories, Jane headed into the bathroom. She turned on the water and was surprised to see a new bottle of her soap sitting on the shelf. A survey of the room made her realize that all of her toiletries were there for her use. She was confused, because when she decided she needed to leave, she'd thrown these items into a bag. Kurt had replaced them…
"I always hoped that you would come back," Kurt said from the doorway.
Jane turned to look at him with tears in her eyes.
"Kurt," She whispered, heart shattered.
He moved in and pulled her tightly against him.
"I wasn't prepared to lose you then and I'm not prepared to lose you now," He assured her.
"I love you," She whispered into the side of his neck.
His eyes closed and he turned to look into her eyes, "I love you, too."
The kiss they shared was reverent.
"I don't have any food," Kurt admitted once they pulled reluctantly apart, "So I ordered takeout."
"Are you going to join me?" Jane indicated the shower with a red face.
"Is that an invitation?" Kurt teased her.
"You've always had an open invitation and you know it," Jane reminded him.
Kurt didn't wait for her to change her mind, before long they were both standing underneath the shower spray.
They spent precious moments learning each other all over again. She traced the new faint lines on his forehead and he ran his hands down her more muscular arms to her slightly calloused hands.
It wasn't long before getting clean was no longer their priority.
With Jane in his arms once more Kurt did something he'd never done before…he lost control. She met his voracious need with her own. By the time the shower ended, both could barely stand.
"Kurt," Jane looked up at him in shock, "I'm not…taking anything…"
Kurt looked down into Jane's stunned eyes when he realized what she was telling him.
Pulling her against him, he didn't know what his response should have been, but when he felt himself harden at her disclosure it was his turn to flush.
She looked up at him in surprise.
"Whatever happens," Kurt assured her, "I'll be happy."
Jane closed her eyes in relief before looking back up at him and giving him a trembling smile.
"The foods going to be here any moment," Kurt warned her, "I'm going to get dressed, don't come out until the delivery man's gone."
Jane nodded her agreement and watched Kurt walk away. Her eyes followed the line of his back longingly. She'd woken up yesterday thinking that she'd lost this life forever…but now she was back and Kurt still loved her. There was even a chance, albeit slim…of a child. She closed her eyes and didn't know if she should be scared or excited.
Kurt wasn't conflicted in the slightest. He pulled on a pair of shorts and top all the while grinning like an idiot. He hadn't planned for that to happen, but the thought of getting Jane pregnant was putting him in a great mood. Looking over at the nightstand he walked over and picked up Jane's ring. He headed back to the bathroom door and barged back in to find her in his shirt. He stopped and smiled. Walking over he picked up her left hand and looking down into her startled eyes, replaced the band that claimed her for his own.
"We're in this together," He told her.
"Together," She agreed.
Leaning down he stole a kiss before the doorbell rang.
"Time to eat."
Jane watched him go with a blinding smile. She didn't know how they'd gotten back to this point so quickly, but her heart was beating fast and her hope was building. If this was a dream she never wanted to wake up.