She knew she had said far too much for anyone's benefit, especially her own. What would ranting at Weller get her, a hug? She didn't need that either. Maybe she did, but that wasn't the point here. She saw the words registering on his face, and she decided it was time for her to take a walk. She shoved her converse on, grabbed her keys, and walked out into the cool night air.
Kurt wasn't quite sure what she wanted. In this moment, he knew she wanted him to run after her, and try to rescue her. But was that what she wanted long-term? Did she really just want him to protect her? That's not what the past five minutes of talking has told him. He's gotten the sense that she feels the opposite, actually. She would've looked back at him or something, if she wanted him to follow her, right? Should he simply wait for her to come back, wait her out? That makes him feel like a parent, waiting for his screaming child to stop screaming in the middle of the store, hoping nobody will notice him. Jane's not one for throwing tantrums, she's probably actually hurting, and he should be the one to comfort her. He was the only one he wanted touching her like that, in any comforting capacity. He wanted to be her protector, as much as it weighed on his shoulders like an almost visible physical weight.
He decided to trust his instinct, that she needed protecting. He threw the door open, forgetting his coat in the rush. He started scanning the street the second his foot crossed the threshold of Jane's door, searching for any sign of her. She was good at this, at running and hiding, so there were none. The consuming thoughts started to enter his head as he searched around her house, making sure she wasn't just playing a joke on him. He waited for a second and glanced around, looking for the FBI detail that he knew Mayfair only downgraded rather than completely calling off. Kurt knew Mayfair wasn't stupid, but he also knew that she had most likely ordered them to only have one vehicle, low profile, and maintain a safe distance from the asset. When Kurt waited, he saw a flash of headlights down the street a bit, and jogged over to them. The driver rolled down the window, knowing exactly who Weller was.
"She went north, and our guys closer to downtown said they have eyes on her around Patterson's apartment," the driver said, checking his phone again to see if there were any more updates on Jane's condition.
"She's already that far away? Was she running?" Kurt asked them, trying to sound like an agent just asking for information. However contrary to this attempt, Kurt knew that the driver had seen him sitting on Jane's porch, and seen the scene unfolding when Jane came to hold him.
"From what I gathered, she was going at a pretty fast clip, they're following her downtown now, though. They've got her, Weller. You'd be better off just waiting here for them to bring her back," the driver spoke again.
"No." Kurt angrily said at this man whose name he did not know. "Let her go. Tell them to not touch her, she doesn't know that Mayfair left people on her detail, she thinks you're all gone and out of the picture. If anyone picks her up, she'll either panic or she'll never trust Mayfair again. Don't touch her." Kurt spoke quickly at this man.
"We have to take action when the asset has been out of custody for one hour, you know the rules, Weller," the driver sounded slightly irritated with him.
"I know the rules on normal assets, yes. She's not a normal asset. You know the normal ones, bumbling around just waiting to get shot. Jane knows how to handle herself. If she's not back in an hour, I'll go find her." Kurt spoke.
"I'm not one to judge, man, but she might want you to find her right now," the driver faded his voice, allowing Kurt to finish the rest in his head.
"Where's the backup?" Kurt asked, knowing that FBI details typically maintained a backup vehicle at sites where an asset was being protected. It was used for emergency purposes, or frankly, to give the asset a way to get around when necessary. But Jane never used hers, if she even knew it existed, mainly because she has no driver's license anyone was aware of. With Kurt's question, the driver rummaged around in the console for a brief moment, finding the keys he was searching for. He pressed a button on the remote, and another standard issue black FBI SUV blinked its lights. Kurt snatched the keys from the driver and started to walk away.
"I'll forward her last known addresses to you as they come," the driver offered up.
"Thanks," Kurt mumbled, continuing to walk towards the car. He knew where Patterson's apartment was, he had been there for drinks a couple of times. He'd also been there the first time Patterson wanted the team to meet David, months ago. He was quickly reminded how sad Patterson had been momentarily, but how quickly she had wanted to get back to her work. He always admired her, for her intelligence and her dedication, sure. But more important than those two, her kindness to people she had never met. And her fierceness in protecting her people when necessary. Oddly enough, now that Kurt was thinking about it, he noticed similar qualities in Jane. He found that he admired them in Jane a bit more, simply because Jane possessed them. He shoved the keys into the ignition and started the car, taking off in the direction he knew led to Patterson's apartment. He happened to pass his apartment, noticing that the lights were still on. He hoped Sarah had just left them on and gone to bed, rather than waiting up for him. She'd be waiting a long time, he had a feeling, if she was waiting for him.
Apparently, the universe didn't want him to find Jane very quickly, because every single light between her safehouse and Patterson's apartment was red when he hit it. He received a text just as he was turning onto Patterson's street, vigilant in search of Jane. Apparently the driver followed through, telling Kurt that Jane had last been seen entering Patterson's apartment building. He thought that maybe Patterson would have Jane with her, so he called her as he was pulling into a parking spot on the street.
"Hello?" he heard Patterson's distinctly kind voice on the other line.
"Patterson, hey, sorry about the late call," Kurt could hear the drowsiness in her voice.
"It's fine, what's the matter?" Patterson asked, knowing that a late night call could mean nothing else.
"This might be a weird question, but is Jane there with you?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, she got here a couple minutes ago. She's actually in the bathroom right now, but that's the first thing she asked to do after I gave her some water. She looked pretty stressed, is everything alright?" Patterson asked, clearly concerned for everyone's safety.
"Yeah, yeah, everyone's good. Her detail just called me and asked me to track her down, apparently she ran out in the middle of the night," Kurt lied, hoping she wouldn't pick up on it.
"She said she just needed some space, so she ditched her detail and remembered that I put my address into her burner phone so she came here," Patterson said. "And I thought Mayfair let her detail go?"
"Most of them, yeah. They're still on light night surveillance, just for everyone's safety and Mayfair's peace of mind. She just wants to keep track of Jane," Kurt continued to lie, but that one wasn't as big. Mayfair just didn't want Jane running off in the middle of the night…
"Oh, good. I was worried when she asked for the detail to be removed. Do you want to come up and wait for her? I think she's almost done in the bathroom," Patterson offered, clearly detecting something was off about the whole situation.
"No, that's okay. I'll just wait for her to leave, I told her detail not to breach so she wouldn't know they were still on her," Kurt explained.
"That's fine, but the elevator code is 9736 if you decide to come and visit me for a beer anytime soon," Patterson slyly offered, wanting to give him an in if he wanted it.
"I might be getting thirsty, we'll see," Kurt gave her an answer, hanging up after saying goodbye. He opened the car door, and started walking towards the entrance to Patterson's building.