Here's the second half of the chapter! Enjoy...
Jane heard the helicopter land and began pacing the floor. Rich had explained to her what he thought might happen but she was still skeptical. He told her that Kurt would absolutely be the one to show up with the USB and that he would absolutely be thrilled to see her. She still had her doubts. She hadn't actually seen him since he arrested her and threw her into the interrogation room. Instinctively she knew he was watching her through the two-way mirror when she was confessing to Patterson. She even looked directly at the window a few times hoping to meet his eyes and convey how sorry she was that things had turned out this way.
During the two full days before her transfer, Patterson was the only one who came to visit her. She understood why and she didn't blame Weller and the rest of the team. She knew this betrayal may make them hate her forever, but at least they were alive and safe. That's what she told herself over and over. That would be enough, she would find a way to bear the burden of betrayal. But Rich had a different take. She thought back to their conversation on the plane ride from the island to the farm house.
"You are awful quiet for someone who is about to be reunited with your true love." Rich teased.
Jane looked up at him with her large emerald eyes and said, "I'm not so sure it's going to be as pleasant as you think. Last time I saw him, he was arresting me and he was so angry. Actually the last words he spoke to me were 'Jane Doe you are under arrest'. Do you really expect that he has completely changed how he feels about me?"
Rich paused before responding, "Jane, I know that your experience in the world is limited to what you have been exposed to in the last year. However, trust me when I tell you that I have been able to achieve tremendous success in my current profession based on my uncanny ability to read people. Although I was initially tricked into believing that you and Stubbles were married assassins as opposed to FBI, one thing I wasn't tricked about was the 'married" part you have an undeniable chemistry. The way you move when you are together and the way you two seem to communicate without actually speaking is a rare connection and one that can't be easily ignored. I could tell the second I saw Weller and Allie together that it wouldn't last. He can try to talk himself out of how he feels about you, but he won't be able to.
Add to the fact that if I wasn't the one who was able to rescue you, you would currently be having God knows what happening to you. The guilt over that possibility alone will make Weller even more adamant about protecting you."
Her thoughts were broken as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She stared at the closed door and held her breath. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and she saw Kurt standing there. She had to remind herself to breathe; he looked tired but handsome as hell. His blue shirt matched the color of his eyes, which were currently locked on to hers. Neither of them moved.
The lump in Kurt's throat was hindering his ability to even speak. After about 30 seconds, he was able to muster enough strength to whisper, "Jane…" with a strangled cry in his voice. That is all it took. Jane launched herself towards him and threw her arms around his neck. He responded by wrapping his arms tightly around her torso and burying his face in her hair.
"I'm so sorry….I'm so sorry," she sobbed over and over.
"Shhhhh, shhhhh, shhhhhh," he breathed into her right ear. "Everything is going to be okay."
"How can you say that, after everything I've done?"
"We've got a lot to talk about and not much time. Let's sit down." He half pulled and half carried Jane to a sofa by the large window, never breaking contact with her body. As they sat beside each other on the couch, Weller pulled Jane's legs over his and took both of her hands in his and rested them on her lap.
"I need to apologize for how I reacted that night." He started.
"Kurt, you really don't…." Jane interrupted.
Weller held up his hand. "Please I really need to explain what I was going through. Finding about Taylor's murder at the hands of my father on his deathbed made me question everything that I believed to be real this past year. You being Taylor meant all those people in Clearfield were wrong about my dad. It helped me justify the instant connection that I had with you and this unwavering need to protect you and keep you safe. When I went to your apartment that night, I was enraged, grieving and embarrassed. My father was a murderer, Taylor was in fact dead and had been for 25 years, and I had spent my entire life believing in something that turned out to be a lie. Lastly, I compromised my skills as an FBI agent because I needed you to be her."
"Kurt, you couldn't know I wasn't Taylor. I only found out myself that night when Oscar confessed they switched the DNA in Clearfield as part of plan to me before he tried to erase my memory again."
"No, Jane, you're wrong." Weller blew out a frustrated breath and brought Jane's hands up to his mouth and kissed her fingertips before continuing. "Remember when Marcos broke into your safe house and knocked out your tooth?"
She nodded.
"Well, it turns out that Patterson ran an isotope test on the tooth and the results came back that would contradict you being Taylor Shaw."
"Wait, what?" She replied, floored at this new information.
"The test showed that you would have spent your early years in sub-Saharan Africa, which would have made it impossible for you to be Taylor. If this were any other case, if it were any other person, I would have followed up on that possibility. Hell, even Mayfair wanted to follow up on it but I wouldn't agree. In my gut I knew you were Taylor and I wouldn't hear any other option. Maybe, if you would have had that information, you wouldn't have felt the need to pretend to be Taylor when Oscar threatened us; you would have known the truth. Maybe Mayfair would still be alive. So you see, I'm just as guilty for how things happened. I just couldn't see it at the time."
Jane pulled her hands from his. He dropped his eyes to his now empty hands and expect that she would be moving off the couch in disgust for the information he kept from her. Instead, he felt her soft hands on either side of his face. "Look at me, Kurt. You are not to blame for any of this. Sheppard and his team, her before I was me, that is who is responsible for where we are now. I'm sure this is not how it was supposed to happen but we are here now. You and me. Kurt and Jane.
In one of my first sessions with Borden he told me that a person's life is made up of choices and I just didn't remember mine. He told me to start making new choices and that by doing that I could still have a fulfilling life and become the person I should be. So I choose to do this."
She brought his face towards hers and placed a soft gentle kiss on his lips. She had hoped he would respond to her actions and he did not disappoint. He moved his lips slowly over hers but with a force of all his pent up emotions. Jane took the increased pressure as sign to open her mouth and allow his tongue to find its way into her mouth. She heard herself let out a quiet moan and Weller lifted Jane on top of his lap so she was now straddling him on the couch. Their lips never broke contact and Weller's hand found themselves threading through Jane's thick dark hair. When breathing became necessary, Weller moved his lips across Jane's cheeks and down her throat to the bird tattoo which elicited another pleasurable sound from Jane.
Weller did notice the room was outfitted with a large king size bed but he didn't trust that Rich would actually afford them complete privacy and he had no desire to share their first sexual experience with anyone else. Plus, he wanted to make sure that he didn't have to leave her. It was going to be hard enough to leave after this afternoon; it would be impossible to leave her after making love. His thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door.
"30 minutes left," said a deep voice on the other side.
"No...no…no," said Jane shaking her head. Kurt couldn't help but chuckle. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips and turned her so she was still sitting of his lap; his arms still wrapped around her tight.
"Don't worry, Jane. We will get a plan worked out to get you back home and we will be together very soon. This time nothing will come between us, no secrets, no job constraints, no family…"
"That's easy for me I don't have any fam…" she started to reply before looking straight at Kurt. "The girl in photo, is she really my twin?"
"According to our initial DNA comparison, yes. But, having recently learned a very valuable lesson, we are sending samples of both your DNA and her DNA to an outside lab for conclusive results."
"Did you think it was me? I mean did you, uh um, you know, like the new Jane right away too?" Jane asked sheepishly.
This time Kurt laughed out loud and proceeded to lay a long lingering kiss on Jane's pouting lips. He gave her a quick recap. "I knew it wasn't you the second we got her back to the NYO, although I haven't fully trusted my gut after the events of the last week. Yes, she looks exactly like you, down to the beauty mark, right here." He kissed her just below her eye.
"But she is a little different. First of all, she didn't want to be called Jane, so Patterson came up with Jill. She is not nearly as skilled as you with weapons but she appears to rival Patterson's knowledge of technology. And she hates the coffee from Vinny's deli."
"What! I love that coffee!" Jane exclaimed. Once again, Kurt let out a chuckle.
Just then, the door opened. "You're both wanted downstairs." Said one of the black dressed men. Kurt lifted Jane off the couch and threaded his fingers through hers. As they headed down the stairs he leaned over and whispered in Jane's ear, "I love you."
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