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Side note: Wow did my chapter 7 post go horribly wrong! Sorry everyone. I honestly don't know what happened…but for those of you that actually read that train wreck and then even gave me positive feedback, you're awesome! Thanks for the heads up about the missing air between sentences. I obviously didn't preview the chapter before I posted it. I will never make that mistake again. I have deleted and reposted the chapter so for those of you that couldn't handle the horror that it was, please feel free to try again. It should be fixed now. Thanks! J
This will probably be my last fic before the next ep…hoped this helped you make it through another hiatus! I've read every fanfic, post and comment I could find to keep me going! Ha! If I could I would have read your minds… but I can't so breathe easy.
Jane woke up slowly. She was warm and strangely content. Shifting she felt a hand settle on her stomach. Her eyes popped open immediately.
Kurt propped up on his elbow was watching her with an indulgent expression.
"Morning," he told her huskily.
She smiled up at him. "Morning."
"I slept really well," Kurt told her.
"Me too," Jane admitted, "You don't snore."
"Oh yeah," Kurt smiled, "Who could hear me over you?"
She hit him on the shoulder, "I don't snore."
"How do you know?" He asked curiously.
"Do I?" Jane abruptly realized that she didn't know.
Kurt laughed, "No, you don't snore."
"Jerk," She accused.
"Is that any way to treat a man that shared his bed and his body warmth with you?" He chided.
"I can maybe make it up to you," She offered.
The hand on her stomach firmed before relaxing once again. "Let's take a look at your side."
He pulled the blanket away from her and began to pull the t-shirt up. It felt intimate as he exposed her still pink scar. She watched his face as he inspected her side. Tracing it with a gentle finger he looked up at her with heat in his gaze.
"All better," Jane insisted.
Jane drew in a sharp breath when he leaned over and kissed the slightly puckered skin.
"It's looking good," Kurt agreed. She felt goose bumps break out as his words washed over her skin. He followed her torso up before planting a kiss against the side of her neck. She shivered as he nuzzled behind her ear. By the time his lips reached hers she was weak with need.
Her hands cradled his face as she turned him to meet her lips. Their breaths mingled before their lips met and clung. One kiss turned into two, then ten, his arms firmed around her and she could only imagine where it might have taken them if his phone hadn't begun to ring insistently.
"Let it ring," She pleaded.
He smiled down at her before leaning in for another kiss. The phone finally fell silent. When it began ringing immediately, Kurt pulled back and looked over at it in exasperation.
"You better get it," Jane finally relented.
Kurt groaned as he crawled over her to reach his phone where it rested on the nightstand.
"Weller," He all but growled. As he listened his face changed.
Once he hung up, Jane worried, "What is it?"
"We need to go," Kurt told her, "Tasha's been arrested."
"What?" Jane sat up in shock.
"I don't know exactly what's going on," He denied, "But I do know it's serious."
Jane jumped up and reached for the clothes she placed over a chair last night. She pulled her pants on and turned her back before pulling off his shirt. Before she had a chance to pull her exercise bra on, she felt Kurt's arms come around her from behind. Her naked back cushioned against his naked chest and he kissed the back of her head.
"I'm sorry," He whispered, his arms firm.
Looking over her shoulder she smiled up at him, "I don't regret it."
"We're not done," He insisted.
"Promise?" She needed the reassurance.
"We are never done," Kurt told her, "I promise."
"I'm going to hold you to that." Jane warned him.
"Anyway you want to hold me, is okay by me." Kurt teased her.
She didn't answer but she turned her head to the side and gently bit his shoulder. She felt him shudder before his arms fell away, "Minx."
She crinkled her nose at him and he swatted her backside as he turned back toward his closest. She watched him walk away with possessive eyes.
Kurt, Jane, Patterson, Reed and Roman sat in his office while Reed confessed everything that happened with the Coach.
"So she stole the knife from the evidence room because she was afraid you had killed him." Patterson was looking at Reed as if she'd never seen him.
"Yes," He admitted.
"Why did she plant it in that other guy's car?" Roman asked, "Why not just take it back herself, or throw it away?"
"Once she realized it was Freddie's," Reed explained, "She didn't want to hinder the investigation."
"Who's idea was it to plant it in Simpson's car?" Kurt demanded.
"Mine," Reed admitted.
Looking over at Patterson Kurt asked her, "What do they have on her?"
"She was arrested for tampering with evidence."
"Then they know everything," Jane said with a frown.
"Where is she being held?" Kurt asked Patterson.
"They transferred her to a maximum security prison called The Clinton Correctional Facility." Patterson explained.
"An FBI Agent there probably won't be too safe," Roman warned them.
"What do we do?" Patterson worried looking over at Kurt.
"We need to get her moved somewhere else," Jane insisted.
"Maybe we don't," Roman denied.
"What?" Reed didn't look amused.
"That's the largest maximum security prison in the state," Roman explained, "Maybe we could find a reason for her to be there and claim all of this was a set up to get her arrested."
"So you want us to try to turn this into an undercover mission?" Kurt was looking at Roman with a frown.
"Well, she was really stupid, but she was trying to protect Reed," Roman argued, "She had nothing to do with killing the Coach. If she hadn't tried to put it back, none of this would have happened."
"We can't just break the law," Kurt denied.
"She could die in there," Jane worried.
Kurt rubbed his hand over his face. Looking over at Patterson he finally relented, "See what you can find."
The relieved look she gave him took away some of the sick feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.
"I'll help," Reed stood up to follow Patterson out.
Jane walked over and placed a gentle hand on Kurt's shoulder in understanding before following after the others.
It didn't take Patterson long to find a situation ideal for Roman's suggestion.
With a few clicks she insured that Tasha was now bunking with the arms dealer knows as Rose.
"Are you sure you recognize her?" Patterson asked Roman for the third time.
"I know her," He insisted, sure.
"Okay," Patterson looked at Reed, "Now we need to let her know what we're doing."
"How?" Reed demanded, "Any visitor she has will be monitored."
"Not one from her lawyer," Jane suggested.
"So we send in a fake lawyer?" Patterson worried.
"No," Jane denied, "She needs a real one, but we need someone that will allow us to accompany them."
"I know someone," Reed realized.
"Then set it up," Patterson urged, "Who's going in?"
"I will," Reed immediately volunteered.
"It can't be you," Jane denied, "You're too close to the case. They're probably already investigating you."
"She right," Patterson agreed.
"I think we should send in Roman," Jane insisted.
"Why?" Reed asked in frustration.
"Because he's not FBI," Jane reminded them, "And he isn't known as being part of our team because we just brought him in. Not to mention that he lies better than any of you."
"Thanks?" Roman looked at Jane with a half-smile.
"This was your idea," She reminded him. Looking over at Reed's scowl Jane accused him, "If either of you had come to us, we wouldn't be in this mess right now. You have no experience with manipulation."
"Sorry?" It was Reed's turn to look at her with a funny smile.
Patterson laughed at the expression each man was wearing when they looked at Jane. "This is the weirdest conversation we've ever had."
"I think not doing it was the answer," Kurt walked up shaking his head, "Not the fact that they did it poorly."
"Okay," Jane conceded, "Probably so, but after it all went wrong, they should have come to us."
Kurt looked down at her with a bemused expression. Never had shades of grey ever looked so appealing.
"I'll call the lawyer," Reed offered.
"I'll get something together to let her know what's going on," Patterson said.
"I'll help Roman find a suit," Jane volunteered.
Watching his team disburse Kurt couldn't help but realize just how different each of them was because Jane and Roman had come into their lives. Their ridged black and white view of the world was lost forever and even with his firm moral compass he could see that they were better for it.
"How was poker night?" Jane asked Roman as he changed.
"Lucrative," He admitted.
"You beat Patterson?" She smiled.
"I didn't say for me," He denied with a laugh.
"She beat you?" Jane teased.
"She didn't have to read my face," Roman denied, "She knew our hands without ever looking up."
"She's really good," Jane agreed.
"How'd your sleepover go?" Roman asked her.
"Peaceful," Jane admitted, "I was so tired."
"I'm sorry I kept you up." He said.
"I don't sleep well that often," She admitted.
"Weller was nice to let you stay over," Roman smiled.
"I really like him," Jane confessed to Roman.
He looked over at her in concern.
"You need to be careful," He warned her, "He believed you were his missing friend Taylor. He'd been looking for her for more than twenty-five years. It's only natural that he would be drawn to you because of her."
"He knows I'm not Taylor," Jane insisted.
"I've seen how careful he is of you," Roman admitted, "I've never seen him look at you with anything but affection and respect."
"That's good," Jane insisted.
"When a man wants a woman," Roman insisted, "There should be more than affection there. There should be heat."
"So you think he's confusing the feelings he once had for Taylor for me?" Jane asked.
"You tell me," Roman responded, "Does he ever seem like he just can't wait to get you to himself?"
Remembering Kurt's insistence that they sleep last night, Jane felt confused and vulnerable. Roman was right, if he felt for her what she felt for him, would he have insisted on sleeping? Was she making a terrible mistake? He didn't act like a man who wanted her. Just a few weeks ago he encouraged her relationship with Oliver. He was having a child with Allie. Maybe she was looking for a different kind of love than he felt for her.
"I don't know," Jane admitted.
"Look," Roman turned to face her, "You need to talk to him. Find out how he feels. I don't want you to get hurt. I know Weller is a good man, he won't lie to you."
Jane forced herself to smile up at Roman. Maybe Weller didn't even realize he was transferring his affection for Taylor to her. Maybe the love he claimed he felt wasn't for her at all.
"I'll talk to him," Jane promised.
Roman gave her a hug.
One day turned into two, then three as they worked to free Tasha. Kurt never gave her any indication that he was missing her or what they'd almost shared. She went home with Roman to the safe house every night. They'd pretty much fallen back into their normal routine. Jane had never felt worse. By now she was convinced that Roman was right. Kurt didn't love or want her. He was still looking for that connection he lost with his childhood friend. She was a substitute and it hurt unbearably.
When they finally got word that Tasha and Rose had escaped, Jane was secretly relieved. She knew this meant that Tasha would be free soon and the inactivity was driving her crazy. She just needed something to get her mind of what she'd thought she found, but now realized she'd never had.
"I've tracked the car they stole to a warehouse in the Bronx," Patterson advised the team.
Moving in to study the monitor, Jane listened as Patterson went over the exits and blueprints.
"When was the last time anyone spoke to Tasha?" Jane asked.
"Not since the first day," Reed admitted.
"She must have found out something important or she wouldn't have broken out." Patterson insisted.
"What if she is about to find out something important and we bust in there and ruin it?" Roman worried.
"What if she's in trouble?" Reed argued.
"Okay," Kurt interrupted, "We clearly need more intel before we proceed."
"Roman and I will go in," Jane offered. "He remembers her, so she will recognize him."
"No way," Kurt immediately denied, "She might know that Roman turned on his back on Sandstorm."
"She's been in prison longer than he's been here," Jane denied, "I can't see that she'd know or care what was happening with him while she was in jail."
"When you went in with the Kings," Kurt insisted, "You almost died."
"Well," Jane argued, "We can't just abandon Tasha."
"We could infiltrate the warehouse and gather intel and if Jane or I are caught, we can claim we're just there to do business." Roman suggested.
Kurt knew what he needed to do, but he had a terrible feeling.
"Fine," He relented, "But don't engage. Just get in and out."
Jane and Roman shared a look before heading to the locker room to get ready.
Jane and Roman walked over to the elevator but they were intercepted by Kurt.
"Where are your vests?" He demanded looking them over.
"We can't wear them," Roman insisted, "If they catch us, we need to convince them we're there to do business. Wearing a vest isn't something we would have done before. We need to be believable."
"No," Kurt denied, "What you need to be is alive."
Jane heard him, but it only confirmed her worst fear. He was afraid of losing Taylor again, even though she wasn't her.
"Kurt," Jane said in a tired voice, "You might be the Assistant Director of the NY office of the FBI, but you're not responsible for keeping everyone safe."
"Maybe not," He relented, "But I am responsible for keeping you safe."
"I'm not Taylor," Jane told him bluntly.
He looked at her in shock, "I know that."
"I don't know that you do," She denied.
"What are you saying exactly?" Kurt pulled her away from Roman to gain some more privacy.
"I know you said you care about me…" Jane began.
"No," Kurt interrupted, "I told you that I love you."
"Do you?" Jane asked him, her vulnerability apparent, "Or do you care about the woman you thought was Taylor. How much of your feelings are for me and not the woman that you wished I was?"
"Where is this coming from?" Kurt demanded.
"Look," Jane signed, "We don't have time for this conversation now. Everyone's waiting."
"Let them wait," Kurt insisted.
"We don't know what's going on with Tasha," Jane denied, "She might not be able to."
"Fine," Kurt relented, "But as soon as we get back, we're talking this through."
"Fine," Jane agreed, turning back toward Roman.
His hand on her arm stopped her.
"You aren't leaving here without a vest."
She shared a look with Roman and they conceded defeat.
Kurt sat in the van and waited tensely as Jane and Roman attempted to infiltrate the warehouse without being detected.
He was nervous for her safety, but also furious with her claim. He knew she wasn't Taylor. He'd thought they'd finally come to understand each other, only to find himself confused all over again. Nobody affected him like Jane did. Not even Taylor when she was alive, which made her worry all the more preposterous.
"Watch it," Roman warned Jane through the coms.
"Thanks," Jane avoided the broken step on the ladder leading to the roof.
"You need to focus," Roman warned her seriously.
"I am," Jane insisted.
"Is everything okay?" Kurt immediately demanded.
"Its fine," Jane insisted.
"Roman?" Kurt worried.
"She's distracted," Roman advised.
"Abort," Kurt immediately insisted.
"NO," Jane denied, "I can do this."
"Jane," Kurt warned her, "Come back, I'm sending Reed in with Roman."
"Kurt," She hesitated.
"This is not a debate," He warned her.
Jane glared at Roman as they headed back.
The van door opened and Reed appeared, she climbed back inside and the door shut behind her.
"I'm fine," She argued.
"Good," Kurt said, "And I'm going to keep you that way."
She sat down.
Kurt listened or tried to as Reed and Roman began the long climb back to the roof.
"How could you possibly still think that Taylor has anything to do with how I feel about you?" Kurt asked her once he turned off his mike.
Jane turned off hers as well. "It was something Roman said," Jane admitted.
"What?" Kurt demanded unable to let it go.
"That night I stayed over…" Jane hesitated, "When he asked if I slept well and I told him that I had, he said he didn't doubt it because you obviously cared about me, but you didn't…want me, because you're feelings for me were transferred from your childhood friend."
"I don't want you?" Kurt repeated with an ironic laugh.
"It's okay," Jane hastily assured him, "You probably didn't even realize it…"
"Jane," Kurt interrupted turning to face her, "I want you all the time," he admitted.
"You do?" Jane was shocked, "But even when you had the chance…we slept."
"The thing Roman doesn't understand is that I don't just want you. I love you. I will never put my needs before yours. You were tired, hurt and holding you next to me all night was enough, but it didn't change how I felt. What I wanted." He explained.
"So it's not because you thought I was Taylor?" Jane worried.
"What I feel for you is so vastly different than what I felt for her," Kurt insisted, "That I couldn't even call you Taylor when I actually thought you were her."
"That's why you called me Jane?" She looked up at him with hope.
"I…fell in love with Jane," He admitted.
"But," She looked down, "You encouraged me to date Oliver…"
"I hated Oliver," Kurt said bluntly, "I can't stand to think of him even now."
"Then why…" Jane looked back up at him to see the truth written on his face.
"I wanted you to be happy." He admitted, "When I discouraged you from seeing him, you looked devastated. I realized that I was doing it to keep you apart, more than to ensure your safety. I was ashamed of myself, so I forced myself to be honest. When you were taken, all bets were off. If he was not going to be able to protect you, then I didn't care what I had to do, I was going to expel him from your life no matter what it took."
"I never….slept with Oliver," Jane admitted with a blush.
Kurt suddenly looked very satisfied. Rolling his chair over to her he leaned in and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arm around him as he pulled her even closer.
The door of the van opened and Roman and Reed looked inside.
"I guess we know why they weren't responding," Reed looked over at Roman with a little smile.
Kurt pulled back abruptly.
"Everything okay?" He worried putting back in his earpiece.
"Its fine," Reed agreed, "We passed her a com. Rose is setting up a meeting with someone in Sandstorm. We should be able to pick them up tonight."
"That's great!" Jane was horribly embarrassed.
Roman followed Reed inside before nudging Jane, "Guess I was wrong."
"You were," Kurt answered for her.
"I can see that," He laughed.
Everything he'd thought had been missing from Jane and Kurt's relationship was there for him to see in Kurt's face. He relaxed when he realized that Jane was going to be okay.
That night the team raided the warehouse and arrested a Sandstorm operative named Parker. Kurt remained glued to Jane's side though out the operation and in interrogation they finally discovered exactly what Phase 2 was. Even though Zapata was released from custody, that night nobody slept.