I do not own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters. LONGEST WAIT EVER!
Jane and Tasha ignored the attention they garnished as they entered the club.
Looking around they moved over to a table at the edge of the dance floor.
"Did the informant give you any way to identify him?" Jane asked Tasha.
"No," Tasha denied, "It could be anyone."
"So guess that means whoever asks us to do…whatever…we agree." Jane confirmed.
"No it does not," Kurt said in her ear.
"I don't think rebuffing these guys are going to lead us to the informant," Tasha said with a laugh.
Kurt and Reed shared a look. The van was sitting outside the club, but even that wasn't close enough.
"Well…hello," Jane looked up at the man standing next to their table.
"Hello," She greeted.
"Care to dance?" He asked looking down at the tattoos she hadn't had to cover for this op.
"Sure," She looked over at Tasha before standing.
"Have fun," Tasha taunted watching the pair leave.
Jane joined the man on the dance floor. The music was loud and the beat was hot. There wasn't a lot of room for conversation in this environment. She wouldn't have thought so anyway. Apparently, the guy had done this before. He moved in closely and said right next to her ear, "I haven't seen you here before."
"I'm new in town," Jane lied.
"My lucky day," He ran his hand down her arm suggestively.
"What's your name?" Jane asked him moving slightly away.
"What's in a name?" The man asked, "Isn't there something else you want to ask me?"
Jane blinked a few times in confusion, was this they guy they were looking for?
"What do you mean?" She asked him, her confusion apparent.
"You know…you're place or mine?" The man suggested.
"I…" Jane looked over to Tasha for support.
"At a loss for words already, I haven't even started," The man said suggestively.
Jane was out of her element. She wanted to rebuff his advances, but if this was the guy they were waiting for, she should probably agree to go with him.
"What'd you have in mind," She hedged.
"She's with me," Jane looked over in surprise when Kurt cut in.
Now she was really confused, because she and Tasha were on point for this op. The guys had decided to monitor in the van so they wouldn't scare off the informant. Had something happened? Jane looked over to see Reed now sitting with Tasha at their table.
"I don't think so," The guy dancing with Jane said.
"No," She told him, "I am with him."
Kurt pulled her against him in challenge.
"Your loss," The man looked at Kurt's size and turned and left the dance floor.
"What's going on?" Jane demanded when Kurt didn't immediately release her.
"We don't have enough information for this to be a secure information drop. I'm calling it." He told her.
"We just got here," Jane argued.
"The way you and Tasha look, there's no way you aren't going to draw a fair amount of interest. You can't just go along with everyone that comes along." He insisted.
"What if that was our guy?" She demanded.
"This is my call," Kurt insisted.
The song ended and they moved back over to Reed and Zapata.
"Tell me you weren't going to go anywhere with that guy," Reed said as they sat down.
Jane didn't answer.
"We need to get you out more," Tasha teased her.
"What…I've can only remember ever dating one guy," Jane protested, "and I didn't meet Oliver in a place like this."
"You're like every guys fantasy," Reed rubbed his face, "Legal and naive."
"I am not naïve," Jane denied.
"You're a babe in the woods," Tasha shook her head.
Kurt didn't say anything at the exchange, but his jaw did seem tense.
"We should stay a little longer," Tasha suggested, "You might deter our guy, but at least we can introduce Jane to the ins and outs of transient love."
"Sounds fun," Jane said with a straight face.
"Nobody thinks you're funny," Reed warned Tasha.
"Let's dance," Tasha looked over at Jane.
Standing Jane followed after her.
Reed and Weller watched the woman moving to the beat.
"They look like their having fun," Reed took a sip of his drink.
Seeing the smile on Jane's face Kurt couldn't argue. He also noticed that they weren't the only ones watching. He remained seated when men tried their chance and failed.
When the women finally returned to the table, Kurt felt some of his tension ease.
"Let's go," Tasha took a last drink before the others stood and joined her.
They climbed inside the van and she looked over at Jane.
"You get it?"
Reaching into the waist of her skirt Jane pulled out the paper. "Got it."
"What's that?" Kurt demanded.
"The information we came for," Tasha assured him.
"Where'd you get it?" Reed demanded.
"One of the guys on the dance floor got a little handy," Jane admitted, "They placed it in my lower back…guess they should be glad I'm one of the few women there tonight that was wearing under wear."
Reed and Tasha got a kick out of that, but Kurt looked far from amused.
"Do you know who it was?" Kurt demanded immediately.
"It could have been one of three different guys," Jane denied.
"Three men had their hands down you skirt?" Kurt demanded in disbelief.
"No," Jane laughed, "Only one did that, but when I looked there were three men behind me."
Kurt was mollified, but still unamused.
Moving over to the computer, Tasha unfolded the paper and keyed in the code.
"Patterson did you catch which guy had his hand down Jane's skirt?" Tasha taunted.
"Not funny," Jane denied.
"I patched into the clubs video camera and Jane you'll be glad to know it was the handsome dark haired man in the middle." She joined in the fun.
"I was hoping it was him," Jane laughed, "He had nice eyes."
"He didn't happen to leave you his number while he was at it?" Patterson teased suggestively.
"That's enough," Kurt warned them.
"Sorry," Patterson didn't sound sorry at all.
"No number," Jane denied, "He'll just have to live on in our dreams."
"No problem," Tasha assured them.
Tasha continued to decode the information while the others waited.
"It's an address," She looked over her shoulder at Kurt.
"To what?" He demanded.
"Patterson?" Tasha asked.
"It's a warehouse by the dock." Patterson pulled up satellite imagery.
"Any idea what's inside?" Kurt asked.
"No," Patterson denied, "But I can tell you that there seems to be armed patrol."
"Who owns the building?" Reed asked her.
"It's a shell company," Patterson explained.
"So whoever or whatever is in that building is attached to the tattoo on Janes left shoulder." Kurt rubbed the back of his neck.
"What do you want to do?" Jane looked over at Kurt in question.
"We need to find out what's in that building," He insisted.
"There might be a way," Patterson suggested.
"How?" Kurt encouraged.
"There's a club just a couple of blocks over," Patterson suggested, "Jane and Tasha are dressed the part. If they play the damsel in distress, they might be able to gather some Intel."
"It's too risky," Kurt denied, "We have no idea what's in there."
"Wait," Tasha insisted. "There's a second number on the paper. She began decoding silently. Looking over her shoulder she warned Kurt, "It's a timer."
"To what?" Kurt demanded.
"I don't know," Tasha told him, "But we have less than three hours before it hits zero."
"That's not a lot of time," Reed noted.
"Looks like damsel in distress is a go," Tasha told them.
"We need backup," Kurt finally and reluctantly agreed.
"I'll send them out." Patterson assured them. "You need to be careful," Kurt looked at Jane and Tasha seriously, "You won't be wearing a vest, if anything happens, you need to take cover."
"Got it," Jane assured him.
It took them twenty five minutes until all the units were in place.
Tasha and Jane stood at the door in the back of the van.
"This is just a recon mission," Kurt warned them, "Do not engage and do not go in that building."
"Affirmative," Tasha agreed.
With one last penetrating look, Kurt stepped aside and let them exit the vehicle.
Jane and Tasha headed in the direction of the warehouse.
"I think drunk is the way to go," Tasha suggested.
"Both drunk, or one sober friend trying to get her other friend to listen?" Jane suggested.
"Both drunk," Tasha insisted, "We're less threatening that way. It will also help them underestimate us."
They rounded the corner and could see the first armed guard patrolling the street.
Tasha began to laugh loudly and Jane waivered unsteadily before dropping the contents of her purse on the ground.
"Wait…wait," She said too loudly to Tasha, before bending down to gather her things. She picked up the lipstick before letting it fall back onto the ground…"I think my purse has a hole in it," She complained while looking down at it in confusion.
"Oh," Tasha said sadly, "That's your favorite one…"
The guard approached them cautiously before relaxing.
"Ladies," He called out, "You can't be here."
Tasha looked over at the man in confusion. "Where?"
"This is a restricted area," The man explained patiently.
"Jane…Jane this is a rrreesstic…restrict….restricted area," Tasha slurred.
"What…like VIP?" Jane asked in eager confusion.
"No, as in like you need to leave…" The man insisted.
Jane walked over to him, the contents of her purse forgotten, "You're kinda cute," She leaned against him heavily.
Tasha began to laugh again.
The man didn't immediately pull away.
"That's not fair," Tasha complained loudly, "You always get the cute guys."
"You have a friend that looks like you?" Jane asked him hopefully.
The man spoke into his earpiece before looking down at Jane suggestively. "Friends on the way."
"Told you," Jane looked over at Tasha, "Cute guys always have cute friends…"
Kurt listened to the conversation with a hard jaw.
"The guard in the south corner has abandoned his post, we have an opening," Patterson told the team in satisfaction.
"I'm on it," Reed stood up and head toward the door.
"We need to know what's inside," Kurt reminded him, "The sooner we get this Intel, the sooner we can pull them back in."
Kurt watched Reed head out.
"You smell nice," Jane sniffed the guard again.
"You feel nice," He told her running his hand down her exposed back.
Jane started laughing and pulled away, "That tickles."
"What's going on here?" the second guard approached them with a scowl.
"These ladies…are lost." The first guard explained.
"Ohhhh," Tasha moved closer, "You're right, he is cute."
"What?" the second guard demanded.
"You're friend said you were cute," Jane explained looking him over, "He was right."
"I did not say you were cute," The first guard denied.
Tasha laughed again, "Yes you did…"
"What are you doing?" The second guard demanded.
"Do you see these women?" The first guard asked.
The second guard looked over at them.
"Wait…" He moved closer to Jane, "I know you…"
Jane looked over at Tasha in alarm.
"You're Remi…" The second guard began to raise his gun.
Jane didn't waste any time. Dropping the act she tackled him just as his automatic weapon fired.
Tasha was able to disarm the first guard and struggled to restrain him while watching Jane fight for control of the gun.
"Move in," Kurt told the team, hitting the back door of the van at a run.
Jane felt the butt of the gun slam into her cheek and grunted, but she didn't let go. Slamming his hand into the ground she attempted to twist the weapon from his grip. He rolled over, taking her with him. She was now on the ground with him astride her. She brought up her knee and hit him in the kidney. He flinched, but didn't relent.
When he brought the butt of the gun back down, she barely moved in time.
"I've been waiting for this opportunity for years," the man taunted her.
"I haven't thought of you at all," Jane scoffed.
"Bitch," He yelled, trying to bring the muzzle of the weapon toward her.
She deflected the gun just as he pulled the trigger. The bullets slammed into the ground beside them. She flinched as one of the ricocheting fragments pierced her arm.
When blood began to spread across his shirt, Jane looked up in relief.
It was only when his slumping body was forcefully removed from her that she realized that Kurt had shot him.
"Are you okay?" He demanded immediately.
"I'm a little banged up," She assured him, "What about Tasha?"
"I'm fine," Tasha said from where she held the other guard on the ground.
Moving over to her, Kurt slapped his cuffs on the guard Tasha subdued.
"You two need to get back to the van," Kurt told them.
"We're with you," Jane denied.
"You aren't wearing vests," Kurt insisted harshly, "And looking at your arm, I'm pretty sure you've been shot. Tasha, take the prisoner and Jane back to the van."
"I will," Tasha agreed, looking at Jane with concern.
Kurt moved past them and headed toward the warehouse quickly.
It took them fifteen long minutes to secure the location.
Jane was letting Tasha clean the abrasions on her back when Kurt and Reed finally returned.
"Are you both okay?" She worried when they came back in.
"Were fine," Kurt told her, inventorying her scrapes and abrasions.
"What was inside?" Tasha demanded.
"Weapons," Reed told her, "Lots of them."
"How's your arm?" Kurt asked Jane looking her over.
"It's a piece of shrapnel," Tasha warned him. "It's still in there."
"I want the two of you to get checked," Kurt insisted.
Arriving at the hospital, Jane insisted on walking inside.
Tasha followed along with her.
The Doctor took one look at Jane and then over at Tasha.
"Bring a friend to work day?" He asked with dry humor.
"She's been shot," Kurt warned the doctor.
"I haven't been shot," Jane denied immediately, "Just a little piece of shrapnel."
"I think consulting means something different to you than it does to me." The Doctor shook his head, "We don't give out frequent injury discounts."
"It's been a long couple of weeks," Jane agreed.
"It's been a single week," The doctor denied, "Are you saying you've been injured more than the three times I've seen you?"
"No," Jane denied immediately.
Moving around to inspect her back he teased her, "Casual Friday?"
"Something like that," Jane agreed.
"Just check her arm," Kurt wasn't amused.
The doctor probed the area and Jane kept her face impassive. Kurt was obviously unamused and she didn't want to do anything more to annoy him.
"Well?" Kurt demanded when the doctor didn't say anything.
"I can remove the projectile," The Doctor assured him, "But I'll need to take an x-ray to ensure we get it all."
Jane didn't flinch with the doctor injected her with a local anesthetic. She did bite her lip when he began probing the wound. Kurt reached over and grasped her hand. She held on to his lifeline gratefully.
"I've got it," The doctor let the metal drop into the pan with a clink.
Jane let some of the tension leave her now that the worst was behind her.
"I'll send in the orderly to take you down to x-ray and a nurse to help you clean up these abrasions." The doctor advised them.
"Thank you," Jane told him.
Moving over to Tasha the Doctor checked her out.
"Your hand is going to be sore," He warned her, "But otherwise you look fine."
"I thought my wife's girls night out was hell on wheels, guess I underestimated just how lucky I really am." He told them as he moved over to the door.
"See you tomorrow," He told Jane as he pulled it open.
"Not if I can help it," Kurt denied.
Smiling back at them the doctor disappeared.
"You want us to wait with you?" Reed asked Kurt, not doubting that he was staying.
"No," Kurt denied, "I need you to take charge of the scene. See if you can find out more about the man that was able to identify Jane."
"We're on it," Tasha agreed standing up.
"You don't have to wait," Jane told him.
"I'm staying," He denied.
She didn't protest any further, but squeezed the hand she was still holding.
The x-ray showed no additional metal. Jane was forced to remove her dress for the abrasions on her back to be cleansed. The stinging was uncomfortable. She also had an abrasion on her right hip. Once they were done, she accepted the scrubs they gave her with a grateful smile.
"I'll just be a minute," She told Kurt sliding off the gurney, holding the blanket to her chest.
"You need any help?" He worried.
"I don't think so," She denied, moving into the bathroom.
He looked at her back as she walked away. There was a scrape across the tattoo of his name. He felt like that was symbolically appropriate, since he felt frayed around the edges. He'd stood here with her more times than he was comfortable remembering. It seemed to be escalating.
"I'm ready," She told him walking back over to him.
When he looked down at her silently, she walked over to him, "Everything okay?"
"No," He told her, "The Doctor was right, you've been in here three times this week."
"It was just a run of bad luck," She insisted.
"No," Kurt denied, "You're being reckless."
"I'm not," Jane denied.
"Jane you sent us after those kids even knowing that there were seven guards watching you and Oliver. You were unarmed and outnumbered and yet you still gave us the location of the children."
"We couldn't let anything happen to the kids," She argued.
"What about you?" He demanded.
"I can take care of myself." She insisted.
"By jumping off the roof of a falling building into the freezing water below?" He reminded her.
"Staying on the building wasn't exactly an option," She argued.
"The point is that you keep risking yourself." Kurt put his hands out in frustration.
"Tonight there was nothing else I could have done," Jane insisted, "He recognized me. Sheppard has never put a tattoo on my body that ever led back to Sandstorm. We couldn't have anticipated that."
"Maybe not," Kurt relented, "But earlier you were going to go outside with that guy."
"I thought he might be our informant."
"An informant we knew nothing about! He could have been sent to eliminate you for all we knew." Kurt was becoming more agitated the longer he argued.
"Kurt was is this all about?" Jane placed a hand on his arm soothingly, "You know how dangerous our line of work is. What's changed?"
"You're acting like you have nothing to live for." Kurt accused her.
"That's not true," Jane denied.
"What would Roman and I do if you end up getting yourself killed?" He demanded.
"I'm not trying to die," Jane denied.
"You are all the family Roman has," Kurt stressed, "And I've already lost you once. I'm not willing to do it again."
"I'm not Taylor," Jane looked at Kurt in confusion.
"No, you're not," He agreed, "You're Jane and the three months that you were with the CIA were enough to show me just how important you are to me…to the team. I'm not letting you continue to risk yourself like this."
"I'll be fine," She assured him with a worried frown.
"If you end up here one more time," Kurt warned her, "I'm taking you out of the field."
"You can't mean that!" Jane denied immediately.
"I do," Kurt warned her.
"This is not my fault," She insisted.
"Maybe not," Kurt agreed, "But you need to be more cautious and if the only way you'll do that is by sitting at the office, then so be it."
"Kurt…" Jane trailed off.
"Let's go," Kurt interrupted her, "Roman's waiting to see you."
She saw the determination in his face and took a deep breath. He wasn't bluffing she knew his well enough to know that.
"Let's go," She finally relented walking over toward the door.
She didn't see the look on his face when he saw the scrub top sticking to a seeping wound on her back. If she had she might have understood.