I don't own Blindspot or any of these wonderful characters. This chapter gets a little racy…you have been warned.
I don't know what's happening to the alerts. I understand they are not going out...hopefully this will be fixed soon! I'll just keep writing and with any luck eventually everyone interested will find it! Hope you enjoy. :)
I am stressing out over Roman and the renewal. I want to hurry to get to Wednesday, but the writers never leave us in a good place…I know that at the end of the next episode I will have to begin counting down to the next because that's just how they are…evil. Can't they please just cut us a break and give us one happy ending moment that we can savor until the next round of angst? I need happy Jeller! Please…?!
Roman looked down at the missile in shock. He knew Phase 2 was big, but this exceeded anything he'd expected.
"Is it ready to go?" He looked over to find Sheppard watching him closely.
"Almost," She assured him.
"What's the target?" Roman asked.
"Washington of course," Sheppard admitted.
"How is this going to change anything?" Roman shook his head.
"The collateral damage is high," Sheppard admitted, "But the United States has a plan of action once a nuclear device has been activated on American soil, that's our ultimate goal."
"The Truman Protocol," Roman realized.
"That's right," Sheppard agreed.
"What did that have to do with Weller?" Roman still didn't understand.
"When there's a shake-up in the government, key officials are called on to replace missing people in office. We wanted Weller to be one of those key officials. We knew he wasn't corrupt and with Jane beside him, that would give us a voice in the aftermath."
"But you were going to kill Weller and we did kill Jane," Roman protested.
"He wasn't the only person we had lined up." Sheppard assured Roman.
"There's more?" Roman looked over at her in surprise.
"Weller was only a piece of the whole," Sheppard agreed, "We have infiltrated every level of government. We have cells though out the United States. Even if we failed, the movement would live on. This won't end until those corrupt officials no longer hold power."
It was only then did Roman realize just how impossible their task had become. They might be able to stop Phase 2, but it would only delay the outcome.
"What are we waiting for?" Roman asked.
"I was able to procure some nuclear material," Sheppard explained, "We need to arm the warhead and then we launch."
"So what now?" Roman rubbed his neck tiredly.
"Go get some rest," Sheppard moved to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder, "I know you loved Remi, I did too, but that person you killed today wasn't your sister. Your sister died the day we injected her with zip."
"No," Roman denied, "She died when she met Weller. He turned her against us."
"Don't worry," Sheppard assured him, "He'll pay."
Roman turned away from her and headed back to his old room. He knew better than to attempt to contact the others right now. She would be watching him and he couldn't afford any mistakes. Lying down on a cot, he looked up at the ceiling and thought of the differences between his mother and his sister. Jane might have lied to him, but she'd done it to give him a second chance. Sheppard didn't lie, but everyone was expendable, even him, and he knew it.
Closing his eyes he let the exhaustion overtake him. He wouldn't sleep for long, his tortured mind might not remember all that he'd done, but the screams from the past still echoed in the black recesses of his mind.
"You need to get some sleep."
Jane looked up at Kurt.
"I'm okay," She assured him.
"We have Ana monitoring the system for word on Roman," Kurt insisted, "You've been through a lot today. You're in pain and you need to lie down."
"I'm afraid to," She finally admitted.
"Why?" Kurt sat down next to her.
"Today I've had to revisit all of my past mistakes," She explained, "Mayfair, Taylor, Emma, my time with the CIA, Roman trying to kill me…I'm afraid…when I dream…"
"You won't," Kurt interrupted her.
"Kurt," Jane looked up at him, "I have nightmares regularly. You don't know…everyone here needs rest. If I sleep, I'll just end up waking them."
"I've set up and area for you away from the others." He insisted standing and pulling her to her feet.
"I really don't think being alone will help," She said without meeting his eyes.
"You won't be alone," Kurt assured her.
At that she looked up and met his concerned eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on," He pulled her along, "I'll show you."
She followed after him reluctantly. He didn't lie, by the time they traveled some distance from the others, she found two cots set up next to each other in a private closet that must have been for storage at one time. It was small, barely big enough for both beds. It also had a solid door so any difficulty she had sleeping would be kept private.
"Are you staying here with me?" She asked him, afraid to hope.
"Jane," Kurt turned her face back up to him, "I watched you die today, I need this even more than you do."
She nodded in agreement and he pulled her against him in reassurance.
"Reed picked up some toiletries if you want to get ready." Kurt reached for a bag and withdrew some items.
Jane accepted the toothbrush and paste. "Did he get any floss?"
Kurt searched the bag once again, "He got the floss sticks."
"Great," Jane accepted one from him, "Thanks."
She headed toward the bathroom and made short work of getting ready. She didn't want to sleep in these clothes, but she didn't really have any other recourse.
"Jane," Patterson called to her once she emerged.
Looking over she walked over to her, "Did you hear from Roman?" She asked hopefully.
"No," Patterson said apologetically, "I just wanted to give you something to sleep in."
"You have something?" She said in surprise.
"Tasha picked it up," Patterson explained handing her a bag.
Jane looked inside to find a tank top and pair of sleep shorts.
"Thanks," She looked over at Tasha gratefully.
"You and Weller sleeping in the closet?" Tasha asked bluntly.
"Yes," Jane admitted blushing, "I sometimes have…nightmares. I didn't want to wake everyone."
Patterson made an involuntary sound before coming over and giving Jane a hug.
"Maybe Weller can keep them away," Tasha suggested with a worried expression.
Jane looked down, doubtful.
"Maybe," Jane murmured, "I don't want to wake everyone. He should probably not sleep in there."
"Good luck with that," Patterson told her remembering how Kurt had sounded when he told her Jane was dead.
"Goodnight," Jane told them heading back over to the closet.
Kurt was already there waiting for her.
"Everything okay?" He worried looking down at her.
"Yes," Jane assured him, "Patterson was just giving me something to sleep in."
"Have they heard from Roman?" Kurt worried.
"No," Jane denied, "Kurt…maybe you shouldn't sleep in here. I don't want to keep you up."
"No chance," Kurt denied.
"Sometimes…" Jane hesitated, "I can get loud."
"Jane," Kurt came over and pulled her against him, "I here because I need to be, not just for you, but for me."
"If you're sure," Jane agreed.
"I'm sure," Kurt insisted.
Jane turned her back on him and pulled out the nightwear.
Kurt watched her with an intent expression.
"I'll let you get changed," he offered.
Jane looked over her shoulder at him and laughed, "It's not like you haven't seen it all before."
With that statement she pulled her shirt over her head and reached for the clean tank. Kurt's eyes were glued to the intricate tattoos that comprised her fragile back. He eyes landed on his name in satisfaction. He'd never been possessive, but nothing with Jane was like it had ever been before. Once the shirt was in place she slid off her pants and pulled on her shorts.
Watching her climb beneath the blanket, Kurt pulled himself together. He asked her, "Lights on or off?"
"Off." Jane assured him. Her demons were in her mind and the dark had always been her hiding place.
He turned off the light and felt his way over to his cot. Once he was settled he reached over and felt for her hand. Threading his fingers through hers he stared into the darkness toward where she lay. He couldn't see her. Shifting closer, he tried to settle. Even with her hand held tightly in his own, he felt his heart accelerate, she felt too far away. He kept getting the picture of her falling lifeless to the floor flashing through his mind. When he shifted again she asked out of the darkness, "Are you okay?"
"No," He admitted.
"What's wrong?" She worried.
"I can't see you," Kurt admitted.
"I'm here," Jane assured him.
"When I close my eyes, I see you dead on the floor," Kurt admitted.
"Do you want the light on?" Jane worried.
When he didn't answer right away, Jane sat up and felt for his cheek with her free hand. "Kurt?"
"I know there's not a lot of room," Kurt finally said, "But I need you closer. I need to be able to feel your heart beating, your breath on my cheek."
Jane immediately shifted toward him. The cots were narrow and for them both to fit, she had to settle intimately against him, he shifted to his side and she slid her leg between his own. With his arm anchoring her against him and his breath stirring her hair she felt the tension leave him.
"Better?" She worried.
Closing his eyes and feeling her warmth pushing away the cold that had enveloped him he agreed, "Much. Are you okay?"
Listening to his heart, Jane admitted, "I need this too."
He kissed the top of her head and smiled into the darkness.
"Get some sleep."
She nodded against his chest and before long her breathing settled into a regular rhythm. He didn't join her right away, content to savor the feel of her against him. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but he knew that tonight he was right where he wanted…where he needed to be.
Jane expected to have trouble sleeping or at the very least wake to one of her nightmares, but to her surprise, she slept soundly. When she finally became aware of her surroundings, she wasn't confused. She knew exactly where she was and whose arms held her so tightly. Closing her eyes she let the feelings she had for Kurt fill her.
She turned her face up and her breath slid across his neck as she drew in his scent. He shivered and that was when Jane realized he was awake.
"I'm sorry," Jane told him huskily, "Did I wake you?"
"No," Kurt denied. His need had done that.
Jane became aware of his predicament and shifted slightly closer.
He groaned at the tantalizing press of her unfretted breasts against his chest and her leg intimately entwined with his own.
"Jane," He warned her.
He felt the fleeting kiss she pressed against his neck. He was only human. His hand found her head and guided her mouth up to his own. The kiss was intoxicating.
Jane didn't want to move too fast for fear that he would stop once again. She needed not have worried for stopping was the last thought in his mind.
She found herself underneath him as he shifted his weight, taking her with him.
"Jane," Kurt moaned running his lips down her neck, right over where he knew her bird tattoo rested.
She clasped his head and moaned at the feel of his lips nipping and nuzzling her neck.
"Don't stop," She pleaded.
He claimed her mouth with his before she'd even finished her gasp.
One kiss lead to two and before long she was pulling her shirt over her head followed quickly by his own. When he leaned back down over her, she shivered at the feel of him against her for the first time.
"Are you okay?" He demanded immediately.
"I've never had a dream this good before," She told him breathlessly.
He smiled into the darkness before his lips trailed over the new territory making her squirm.
It was her turn to explore and she slid her hands down his naked back before trailing inside the elastic waistband of his shorts. He arched against her in reaction.
"Reed was very thorough, but he didn't exactly plan for this." Kurt groaned against her.
"Patterson found an implant," Jane admitted, feeling her face heat even in the dark.
Kurt froze as her softly whispered confession sank in.
It was as if he'd been tightly leashed and suddenly he found himself free for the first time. It took him only moments to divest them of what little clothing remained. He knew he was a little more than slightly out of control, but he'd needed her for so long and almost lost her too many times to count.
Jane relished his need, matching it with her own. When they finally came together she felt a single tear of happiness slide down her face. The feelings he evoked had always overwhelmed her and in this there was no difference. Kurt brought color to a world she had only ever seen in muddy gray.
"Kurt," She panted holding her tightly against her.
"Jane," He gasped fighting off completion to prolong this perfect moment. When he fell he took her with him, the bodies, minds and hearts beating as one. Complete for the first time in a way he'd never looked for. Happy in a way she'd never known.
"I love you," She whispered against this neck as their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled.
Pushing himself up on his elbows Kurt rain gentle kisses over her face as he responded, "I love you too."
Pulling the blanket back over them, he settled her back against him and returned to sleep. Never relaxing his arms, not willing to lose their connection even for a moment, knowing that this perfect moment might be all they ever have.
Roman rose early and made his way through the warehouse noting numbers, weapons, exits and surveillance equipment. He knew that Sheppard was still present, because the place had a buzz that he remembered associating with her. The troops were sharper, the air held the hint of danger. Once he'd gathered as much intel as he could, he made his way back to his room. He needed to contact Weller and the team before they finished arming the warhead.
Removing his belt he began to assemble what he needed. He knew if he was caught, it was over, but they would never be able to move the rocket, so even if he were eliminated, Phase 2 would be ultimately thwarted. It would have to be enough.
"Patterson do you read me?" Roman asked once the device had been completed.
"I copy," Patterson assured him immediately.
"Can you get coordinates from this GPS device?" He demanded.
"I've got you," Patterson confirmed.
"Is Weller and Jane there?" He worried.
"We're here," Jane assured Roman, the worry evident in her voice.
"Sheppard has a rocket," Roman warned them, "She is currently arming with nuclear material."
"Her target?" Kurt demanded.
"Washington," Roman explained.
"How close are they?" Jane worried.
"Close," Roman insisted.
"How many troops?" Jane asked.
"I've counted at least 20 inside the compound. They must have more patrolling the grounds." Roman explained.
"I've pulled up the satellite image and it looks like you're about an hour outside the city on an old farm." Patterson told Roman.
"Are there any other building nearby?" Roman asked.
"Several," Patterson confirmed.
"They probably have a separate barracks," Roman suggested.
"Is Sheppard still there?" Jane confirmed.
"She's here," Roman agreed.
"We need backup," Jane looked over at Kurt.
"You can't do that," Roman warned her.
"What do you mean?" Jane demanded.
"Sheppard said that Kurt was only one of the people she's maneuvered into position. She said that they've been able to infiltrate every government agency."
Kurt and Jane shared a concerned look.
"We don't have the people or weapons to take down that operation on our own," Jane warned them.
"We don't exactly have a lot of other options," Nas denied.
Jane did a mental inventory, Kurt, Reed, Tasha, Nas, Keaton, Cade, Roman and herself only made a team of eight. No way could they take Patterson, Rich, Ava or Boston inside the compound.
"Rich," Jane looked over at him, "You have anything?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Rich smiled at her in approval.
He typed some commands into the computer and a Three-D rendering of the compound immerged.
"I hacked into the military satellite that streams for heat signatures." He placed red dots on the map to indicate military personnel.
"Your brother is right, there are twenty people inside the warehouse, but the ground patrol is only six." He added them to the map.
"What about the outbuildings?" Reed asked him.
"That's the bad news," Rich agreed, "This building is housing an additional fifteen troops and the main house has seven people."
"So the eight of us are supposed to go up against 48 Sandstorm operatives?" Tasha confirmed.
"We need to take out the fifteen in the bunker first," Jane suggested.
"Are you insane?" Ava worried looking at Jane in disbelief.
"We can't go in hot," Cade insisted.
"We need to take them out silently," Keaton agreed, "I have an idea."
"What?" Kurt demanded, still not completely trusting him after what he'd done to Jane.
"I have access to gas that can put people to sleep in less than ten seconds." Keaton suggested.
"So we take out the patrol quietly, and gas the barracks. That just leaves the twenty agents inside the warehouse itself."
"I think we should gas the warehouse too," Reed suggested.
"The area's too big," Keaton denied, "We can't concentrate the gas enough to be effective. With the barracks, if we hit them while they're sleeping they won't see us coming."
"Roman any suggestions?" Patterson asked him.
"If you tell me when," Roman offered, "I can start taking out troops inside before you arrive."
"Roman…" Jane worried. Dr. Sun's warnings filled her head with dread.
"I can do this," Roman insisted.
Kurt reached over and took Jane's hand and squeezed.
"I'm going to sneak in and help you," Jane told him, determined. She might lose him to the darkness within him, but she would fight with everything in her to keep him with her.
"No," Kurt denied immediately.
"We can't expect him to take out all the guards on his own," Jane denied, "And a large party would draw too much attention."
"Then we will go together," Kurt insisted not wavering.
"Can you get us inside?" Jane asked Roman.
"I know a way," Roman agreed.
"Okay so Patterson, you, Ava, Rich and Boston will run interference from here." Kurt began.
"No," Patterson denied, "I'm coming with you."
"We need you here," Kurt insisted.
"Rich and Ava can more than handle this here," Patterson insisted,
Kurt looked over at Tasha and Reed, they nodded their support.
"Rich," Kurt looked over at him, "We are trusting you with our lives…"
"Like I'm going to let anything happen to my favorite couple," Rich scoffed, but his eyes were serious.
"Okay," Kurt looked at his team.
"Tasha, Reed, Patterson and Nas will take out the patrol. Keaton, you and Cade will be responsible for the barracks. Jane and I will meet up with Roman and ensure that Rocket doesn't launch."
"Once you finish with your tasks," Kurt insisted, "Wait for our signal before proceeding. The last thing we need is to alert them to our presence before we disable the missile."
"Keeton," Jane asked him, "How long until you can get the gas?"
"I'll go now," Keaton assured her, "I can get it in less than an hour."
"I'll go with him," Nas insisted, sharing a look with Kurt.
"We'll both go," Kurt insisted. He didn't trust anyone but his core team members right now. Not even Nas.
Jane looked up at him in concern. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and moved to follow the others.
She watched him go with a concerned expression.
"They're going to be okay," Tasha assured her.
"I have to go," Roman warned them.
"Roman," Jane hesitated, "I love you."
"I love you too," Roman admitted before abruptly disconnecting.
Jane looked over at Patterson and Tasha. They immediately converged on her to offer their support. Reed stood guard over his team mates having their backs.