TWO MONTHS

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Reade walked into the FBI NYO looking uncharacteristically tired and unkempt. He was returning from a three day stake out, and looked the part. He slowly walked in, and walked over to say hello to his partner, who was sitting perched on the corner of one of the desks, an excited look on her face. "Hey Tasha," he said. Tasha turned to him, smile widening, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "You're just in time" she said. "Time for what?" asked Reade. "Just stay here. It shouldn't be more than a minute now" she said, glancing over at the elevator excitedly.

Reade glanced at his watch, but while his head was down he felt the air in the room shift. He looked up in confusion, and followed Tasha's glance to the elevator. Out strode Weller and Jane, both practically breathing fire. Weller's face was flushed, jaw clenched tightly closed, scowl on his face, and Reade thought he could actually see a vein at his temple pulsing. Jane looked less angry and more determined. Reade saw the set of her jaw and the steeled look she was giving Weller.

If looks could kill, neither one of them would have made it out of that elevator.

As they walked out, Jane started to turn away from Weller, taking a step towards the locker room. Weller looked at her and growled, "Jane - my office. Now!" Jane stood her ground for a moment, just glaring at Kurt, then turned on her heel and walked to his office, Kurt following right behind, slamming the door behind them. Reade noticed Jane's fists were clenched and the energy rolling off Weller could power a small city.

Reade turned to Zapata as soon as the door closed, "whoa, what was that?!" he asked, shocked. Zapata chuckled, raising her eyebrows as a smile crossed her face. She leaned into her partner and said in a low voice, "Jane followed a lead after Weller told her not to – no one's been able to reach her since yesterday morning" she smiled up at Reade with a knowing look. "He hasn't been able to reach her since yesterday morning?" Reade asked, a surprised look on his face. "Yep" said Zapata, looking back at the closed door of Kurt's office. "Why'd he tell her not to follow it?" Reade asked. Zapata turned back to him, still smiling, "too dangerous," she said. "Oooooh" said Reade, cringing, as they both turned back to look at Weller's office. "How's he been, since yesterday?" Reade asked, already knowing the answer. Tasha just looked at him with a knowing smile and chuckled, shaking her head slowly.

They couldn't see most of what was happening in Weller's office, but they could hear it. The sound proofing wasn't designed for kind of volume. Reade & Zapata sat there for a few minutes, waiting to see what would happen next. They didn't have to wait long; after a few minutes the door abruptly swung open and out came Jane, striding toward the locker room, giving one final glare back at Weller as she left, her green eyes were practically blazing. Through the open door they caught a glimpse of Weller, obviously furious, leaning over onto his desk, every muscle in his body flexed and face flushed. He looked like he was ready to explode.

Zapata looked over at Reade and leaned in to him nodding over at Weller's office. "Even the fern looks like it wanted to escape that conversation" she said with a sly smile. Reade laughed, seeing the partially wilted plant in Weller's office. "Seriously, did it just get hot out here?" asked Reade. Zapata smiled, "I wouldn't be surprised" she said, shaking her head as she turned around and walked back to her office.

Weller shut the door again and stayed in his office most of the afternoon. He was furious. He paced and yelled in his head. When he actually did have to speak to people, he barking orders and terrified his assistant.

It was the second day in a row he couldn't think of anything but Jane, but thinking of Jane only made him angrier.

Reade was exhausted from his three day stakeout, and was looking forward to a hot shower and a soft bed as soon as possible. But when he walked into the locker room, he ran straight into Jane. She was standing in front of her locker, having an animated conversation with someone else – someone who wasn't there- and cursing under her breath. Reade smiled gently as he approached her. "How's it going, Jane" he asked, partly to let her know he was there, and partly to see if she might want to talk about it. After watching the interaction between Jane and Weller, he thought she might need to get a few things off her chest. Of course, he wasn't certain if she'd be willing to talk with him …

Jane jumped slightly at the question, turning around quickly to look at him. "Oh, hey Reade" she said sadly. She looked at him, offering a forced smile before turning back to her locker. "Just a bad day, I guess" she said over her shoulder, not sure what he had seen of her conversation with Weller.

"Yeah, Tasha said you've been out in the field since yesterday, with no contact, right?" he asked, looking back at her. "Weller didn't react well?" he asked with a smile and a soft chuckle. Jane turned back around to look at Reade, surprised by his comment and not sure how to take it. "I had to ditch comms to finish my mission" she said, voice turning harsh and defensive. He offered a small smile, holding his hands up, before nodding and looking down. "Jane… I'm sure whatever your mission was, it was important. You probably saved the world – I wouldn't put anything past you" he added quickly as he nodded, smiling gently and hoping she would continue to listen. "And I'm not trying to take sides here. I know Weller reacted… strongly," he said, smiling at Jane and raising an eyebrow at her. "He does that sometimes… about things, or people, that are important to him," he added.

Reade paused before continuing, "Jane, what do you think Weller's been doing since yesterday morning?" asked Reade, smiling gently "what's he been thinking about?" he asked softly.

"Just think about it" he added, patting Jane on the shoulder. She looked surprised, and Reade was happy she seemed to be considering it. "I'm glad you're back safe, and good work on whatever your mission was" he added, before walking past her to the showers.

It was nearly five o'clock when Zapata dared to approach him. She knocked on the door of Weller's office, and waited. "What!?" he barked. Zapata shook her head and rolled her eyes before calmly walking in, closing the door behind her and sitting down. "You wanna talk about it?" she asked. "Tasha-" he said, glaring at her. It was more of a warning than an invitation, but Zapata ignored him. "You can't keep this up forever, at some point you're going to have to deal with it. So let's go, what's up with Jane?" she asked calmly but firmly.

Kurt glowered as he looked at her, and let out an angry sigh. "She went against my direct order. She –" he shook his head and just glared at the wall. "She shouldn't have gone at all and certainly shouldn't have gone on her own. It was too dangerous - completely irresponsible" he said voice rising as he got up to pace some more. "So you were worried about her?" Tasha asked gently. Kurt just glared at her at first, but he stopped pacing momentarily, "yeah," he said softly, looking away before resuming pacing. His voice sounded a bit calmer at least, maybe even a little sad, thought Tasha.

"So why'd she go?" Tasha asked. "She thought she'd be able to intercept a transfer- that chip that Sandstorm needs" he answered. "Wow, that would be amazing" said Tasha, momentarily forgetting why she was there. "Wait, did she do it? Did she get the chip?" she asked. Kurt huffed, "of course she did!" he yelled, frustration spilling over. "And she hid in the woods for 24 hours by herself afterward while they hunted her. She could have-" Kurt stopped himself, just shaking his head, face flushing further. "Why won't she listen- it's not worth it if she ends up dead – why doesn't she see that?" Kurt yelled in exasperation. He was getting angry again just thinking about it.

"But she made it back ok, with the chip, right?" asked Tasha, trying to calm him down. Kurt just glared at her, and Tasha wondered if Kurt had given the same burning looks to Jane. The thought made her laugh inside knowing that what Jane faced would have been so much worse. Tasha stood slowly, approaching Kurt. She felt like a person approaching a tiger at the zoo, but with no wall between them.

But she knew Kurt, and she knew what he needed to hear. "Kurt," she said, standing next to him and looking him straight in the eye, "she's OK, right? She's back, and safe, and she actually got the chip before Sandstorm could, right? That's amazing." She gently rested her hand on his arm, and was surprised by the heat she felt there. Jesus, he is really about to explode, she thought to herself.

"But-" he sputtered. Zapata stopped him - "but nothing, that's great, and knowing Jane, she knew exactly what she was doing, right?" she added. Weller simply turned to glare at her, but his anger seemed to be lessening.

Weller paused, and he leaned his hands on his desk, head dropping in defeat as his eyes closed. "She won't listen to me, Zapata," he said sadly, "she doesn't trust me" he added, shaking his head.

Zapata thought for a moment. "Kurt, after what she's been through…." she said, looking at him sadly. "We didn't know, but that doesn't change what she went through. It's going to take time" she said sadly.

"So how did you find out she was safe?" she asked.

"She called, told me to meet her at her safehouse" he said, frustration and anger still thick in his voice."

Zapata waited, that sounded pretty reasonable to her. Jane was living a double life, and Zapata assumed the obligations of that life would take her into dangerous territory without backup from time to time. She wondered if Weller had come to the same conclusion, Jane certainly had. In fact, she seemed perfectly comfortable with that risk, perhaps too comfortable thought Zapata.

"So, is she OK?" Zapata asked softly.

Weller turned to her with a frightened look, "I don't know. Shit, I don't even know" he said growing pale. He took one last look at Zapata and rushed out of his office.

Zapata slowly shook her head, with a pitying look as she watched Weller leave, searching for Jane. But she smiled as she watched him rush away. At least it was progress.

Jane wasn't expecting anyone, so she was surprised to hear a knock at her door. She had just finished dinner and was cleaning up the kitchen, thinking about her conversation with Reade earlier. And she remembered what Kurt had said that night at the bar.

Today, in the field, when you didn't respond. I couldn't breathe, Jane… and I didn't feel better until I could cover you, and feel you were safe… It's not the first time I've felt that way….
With you, it's always so strong.

When she returned from the field, Kurt was furious, and they'd immediately started fighting. He yelled at her about being irresponsible and ignoring his orders. She'd reacted with her own anger instead of considering why he might have acting that way.

They were quite a pair, she thought sadly.

She was still distracted by her thoughts when she opened the door, and was surprised to see Kurt standing outside.

"Kurt –?" She wasn't sure what to think of his being there. She hadn't seen him since she left his office, so she knew they weren't on good terms, but after two days in the field she didn't have the energy to fight with him anymore. And honestly, she didn't want to.

"Hey" he said, looking up at her with a smile at the corner of his lips. He looked down at his feet briefly, chewing his lip.

"What are you doing here?" she asked "do you want to come in?" She looked at him; he didn't look angry. If anything, he actually looked nervous, or uncertain- almost sheepish. What's going on, she wondered.

"Sure, thanks Jane" he said. They walked back into her living room. "Can I get you anything, water, beer…" she asked, trying to break the awkward silence. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks" he said. She couldn't help noticing he was looking at her strangely, almost scanning her with his eyes.

"OK, well, have a seat. What's up?" she asked as they sat down on the couch. She sat sideways on the couch next to him, as he sat facing straight forward, elbows on his knees.

It took him a moment, but he looked over at her. He let out a sigh and paused while he looked at her, a kindness in his eyes. "Are you OK?" he asked softly, looking at her with an intensity she hadn't seen since before "I didn't even ask you earlier, when you got back. Are you OK?" he repeated, not blinking.

"Yeah, I'm fine" she said, not understanding what was bothering him. "Couple scratches, and a little light on sleep, but I'm fine."

He nodded, then put his head down. "I'm sorry Jane" he said softly, pausing to look at her before he continued. "I was just-" he stopped, "when you were gone…." He paused again, trying to think of the right words. "I was afraid, and I just lost it, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, Jane" he said.

As she looked at him, Jane couldn't help noticing how anxious he still looked.

"I'm sorry too" she said. "I wasn't trying to… I guess I'm still getting used to the idea of people worrying about me" she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Then, as a small smile crossed her face, "it's nice… thank you."

"You did good work, Jane - I didn't tell you that either" he said, again shaking his head. "It's not that I doubt you, I just… I want to keep you safe, and I worry that that's more important to me than it is to you sometimes. Promise me you'll take care of yourself, or you'll let me."

"I promise" she said, holding his gaze.

They sat together quietly for a few minutes, neither of them moving.

"So," said Weller carefully, looking over at Jane, "are we OK?"

"We're OK" Jane said, smiling softly at him.

"So... you've been worrying about me for two days?" she asked.

"Yeah, Jane" he said.

"Well, in that case, it sounds like I probably owe you a drink" she said, smile slowly spreading across her face.

Weller laughed, "yes. Yes, I think you do" he said smiling at her, "actually, I think you owe me two, I mean, you were gone for two days…"

"Don't push your luck, Weller" she replied, giving him a warning glance before smiling again.

"OK" he said softly, standing up. As he did, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him, wrapping her in a gentle hug, "OK."

Jane smiled and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of them together. Kurt kissed the top of her head before leaning back to look at her.

His voice shook just a little, "I don't know how it's supposed to work, Jane, but I'm glad I have you"

"Me too," she replied softly. "Now let's go," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door.

As they walked outside, both Kurt and Jane enjoyed the feeling of the two of them, moving forward together.

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