DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blindspot or its characters, but I do love them

I'm tying up some loose ends here, and bringing Roman to drop some truth bombs; I hope you enjoy!

The Other Man?

Weller was ashamed, but he couldn't stop himself. He had to know if Roman had been to Jane's apartment after he left that night, so he asked her detail. He knew he should have asked Jane, but his ego couldn't stand it. It was simpler this way, he told himself.

The answer he received was less than reassuring. Roman hadn't been there the night Jane told him about her time with the CIA, but he'd been there every night since.

Why was Jane spending the night with another man? And what was their relationship?

Weller reminded himself of his promise: to accommodate Roman in whatever way Jane wanted, whether he liked it or not. But despite the reminder, he knew without a doubt which it was.

Weller Makes it Right with Roman

Weller was pacing in his office when he looked up and saw Roman walk past. "Roman" he called, hoping to catch him. Roman stopped and looked back at Weller, who waved him to come in.

Weller walked over to close the door, hoping the few extra seconds would give him time to figure out what to say. He flashed back to when Roman had scolded him in the hallway, remembering the look in his eyes when he spoke about Jane.

He offered Roman a seat, then perched uncomfortably on the corner of his desk, crossing his arms on his chest. "I know this is overdue, but I wanted to uh, to thank you for what you said, for calling me out." He paused for a moment, trying to think of the right way to say it, "I wasn't thinking right; my judgement was clouded and… um, thanks for setting me straight, I needed to hear it."

Roman sat there, looking at Kurt, considering what he had just said. His eyes softened just a bit before he replied, "no problem, sir." He paused a moment before continuing, "fair to assume you have your head out of your ass now?" he said, as small smile creeping across his face. "No, I probably wouldn't assume that" Weller replied chuckling, "but I'm straight on a couple of things. Sorry it took so long."

Roman nodded, seeming to consider what Weller said, "happy to help, sir." He stood up, and started toward the door when Weller added, "Roman, one other thing-" Roman turned around to face him again. "I don't know, um, I don't know what your relationship is with Jane, but I know you were there for her when no one else was. And I know you'd do anything to keep her safe." Weller's voice was hoarse as he said it, the emotion he felt obvious to both men. His last words came out as his voice cracked "thank you."

Roman looked at Kurt, a wave of understanding passed between them. "You're welcome" he said simply, and with a single nod of his head, Roman left.

Field Trip

One day later, Kurt was in his office when Director Pellington walked in. His assistant had called five minutes earlier telling Kurt to be available. "Assistant Director Weller" he said, shaking Weller's hand "nice to see you." "Sir?" replied Weller. Pellington didn't come for social visits, so he waited to hear what was going on. "Assistant Director, a bit of news has come my way about your Jane Doe case, and I'm going to need you to make her disappear for a few days while I sort things out. Can you do that?" he asked. "What kind of news?" asked Weller. "Well, the kind that's way above your paygrade," he said, shooting Weller a warning look, "but let's just say there is another federal agency that is very interested in Jane, and I don't think it's in her best interest that they find her. I need a few days, maybe more, to iron things out with them. Can you make her disappear until then?"

Weller nodded, "yes sir, give me two hours and we'll be invisible." "If you're here in two hours, that agency will be swarming the building, and they're not going to leave without her. Let's avoid that kind of incident, shall we? You've got 20 minutes. There's an unmarked vehicle downstairs, you have communications and a small armory in the trunk" he said, tossing Weller a set of keys "I'll contact you when we've cleared things up. Have a nice trip, Assistant Director" he added with a smile, and Pellington walked out the door." Weller's mind had already put together a plan before he reached the door.

Three minutes later, Kurt finished updating Jane his conversation with Pellington, and asked quietly, "Jane, do you want Roman to come with or an agent, we could bring Reade or Zapata instead?" "No –Roman" she said quickly before adding "no one can trace him, and he…." She paused, trying to find the right words, "we have the same training, and I know Roman would do anything to keep me safe" she said softly, looking back at Kurt. "Ok" he said, "10 minutes, back here?" Jane nodded.

They drove for four hours, before turning down a gravel road surrounded by pine trees. Jane rolled down the window and immediately smiled, looking over at Kurt, "it smells so good here, where are we?" "Old family cabin" he answered. "It's pretty rustic, but it should have what we need for a few days." They had stopped for food and basic supplies a few towns up the road. It was just starting to get dark, but Jane could see the cabin ahead.

Jane, Roman and Weller got settled quickly. Kurt offered to make dinner, and both Jane and Roman thanked him. The other two went outside to look around and get a sense of the area before it was dark. As he was cooking, Weller looked out the window at saw the other two together. He couldn't help but notice the easy calm they had with each other as they walked around. He thought about it as he worked, and when he looked outside again, he saw Jane and Roman off to the side by the pine trees. They were obviously in the midst of an important conversation; he could read it in their body language. At the end, Jane nodded and looked down, and Roman responded by gently wrapping her in his arms. He said something more to her, which made Jane smile and look up at him. They both nodded and started walking back toward the cabin. Weller looked away, mind spiraling, as he put final touches on dinner.

They spent the rest of the night together quietly, the tension was high in all of them, and each busied themself in a different way. They discussed the tactical details for the night ahead - one person on watch at all times; Weller would take first watch, then Roman would relieve him and since Jane was a morning person anyway, she'd take over when she woke up.

Roman offered to make coffee, and Kurt agreed, thankful for a few minutes alone with Jane. It was confusing seeing her with Roman, and Kurt had spent most of the day trying to keep his emotions in check.

Jane approached Kurt slowly, "hey" she said, sitting down beside him and wrapping his hand in hers. She smiled softly at him, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. She'd felt the tension in him all day. "I know this arrangement is a little strange for you, and we haven't spoken about… Roman and I" she started, softly.

Kurt looked down, not meeting her eyes. He was scared to death of what he was about to hear and couldn't bear to look at her. He clenched his jaw, preparing for the worst, but steeling himself for whatever she was about to say.

Jane reached down and put her hand on the side of his face, turning him softly to look at her. She kissed him gently, and when she did, Kurt felt the walls of restraint tumble inside him. He quickly wrapped his hands around her, deepening the kiss, searching for what she was going to tell him before he heard the words. Jane pulled him to her and kissed him back, but calmed him at the same time. After a minute, she gently pushed their faces apart and smiled as she looked Kurt in the eyes.

"Kurt… Roman grew up with her – me, before I was Jane. They looked out for each other, and took care of each other, and… I remember him, from before." Kurt looked at her, confused. "Do you remember when I had the memory of children, in a basement, and I thought it was the night I was taken?"

Kurt nodded "when we were tracking Dodi" he said.

"Yes," she said "one of the children I remembered seeing down there was Roman, had the same scar on his face. I don't remember growing up, but he found me after I escaped from the CIA, and he helped me."

Kurt felt waves of relief coursing through his body. His face flushed a bit with the emotion he was feeling. "I thought…" he started, letting out a sigh. Jane smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't talk with you about him, us, but I didn't want to betray his trust. He was part of the organization we're trying to destroy…but Kurt; he's the closest thing I have to family."

Kurt grabbed her and tightly wrapped her in his arms, willing himself to keep his emotions under control, but Jane could feel him shaking slightly with emotion. Jane wrapped her arms around him as well, slowly rubbing circles on his back as she kissed his jaw and neck softly.

They were like that when Roman returned. He smiled gently at the two of them as he approached. Whatever he thought of Kurt Weller, he could see what was between the two in front of him. They slowly released from each other, smiling shyly. Roman handed Kurt a hot cup of coffee, with a single nod and a slight smile, "careful, it's hot," he said, walking outside to give the two of them a few more minutes alone.

Jane paused, then smiled at Kurt and let out a sigh. "Kurt…" she said, "there's something else you should know before tonight…. you'll probably find out anyway" she said, frustration seeping into her voice. What else could she possibly have to tell me, he wondered. "Dr. Borden says it's normal…. but, I sometimes have nightmares" She looked sideways, avoiding his glances. "Anyway, don't let it bother you if I do, OK?"

"Ok" he said, "of course." Weller didn't think much of the request, it seemed pretty normal after all she'd been through. Jane slowly stood up, laying her hand on his shoulder as she walked by, "goodnight" she said and kissed him one final time before heading to bed.

Roman returned a few minutes later. After tidying up a few things, he told Kurt he was also heading to bed and would see him around two. Kurt settled in for a few hours of quiet while keeping a watchful eye on everything around the cabin. Everything was going well until about 1:30, when Kurt heard noises from the bedroom, and what sounded like quite a struggle, possibly multiple intruders. Could someone have gotten in, gotten to Jane? His heart dropped as he ran to the bedroom. Kurt crashed through the door, adrenaline spiking, just as Jane, still in her bed, having a nightmare, started screaming, begging them to stop, while violently thrashing in her sleep. Roman grabbed Kurt as soon as he entered the room, pushing him against the wall "No – wait!" he said "don't touch her!" he said urgently. Roman stepped away and approached Jane from behind, speaking to her softly, offering reassurances but not touching her at first. She was still shaking and rolling around but seemed to calm a bit, and Roman slowly stepped closer while Kurt watched, frozen in place. Roman kept talking to Jane, assuring her as he did, and eventually crouched down next to her bed still talking. He started rubbing her back gently, telling her she was safe, that nothing was going to happen. After a few minutes, she calmed and seemed to go back to a restful sleep.

Roman and Kurt stayed there for a few more minutes before Roman looked up and said quietly, "not too bad tonight, she's been doing better." Kurt looked at him in shock, that wasn't too bad? he thought. Roman smiled gently as he stood up. He walked over to Kurt, still by the door and put his hand on his shoulder, "come on, I'll tell you about it." Kurt glanced back at Jane, sleeping now, and followed Roman back to the living room.

Roman sat down quietly, signaling for Kurt to do the same. He looked down for a moment, considering his words. Without looking up, he started "they've been better over the last few weeks, they aren't as violent and she gets through them faster… I'm guessing you've never seen her dream like that before?" He looked up at Weller, just to see him shake his head "no." Roman nodded, "well, growing up we all had 'em, way worse than that." Roman paused, looking away and losing himself in a cloud of memories. "She doesn't remember… growing up – she's not supposed to" he added, almost to himself. Roman paused and looked up "it wasn't exactly a fairy tale. We all had nightmares, some worse than others. She was always really good at calming people down, she just knew…" he drifted off, a small smile crossing his face before it faded. "Anyway, they've been getting better but… if you're the only one around when it happens, don't touch her right away. She's fighting back- she was always too brave for her own good, that never changed did it?" he added with a chuckle, looking up at Kurt to make sure he was listening "but she'll kick your ass before you know what happened if you touch her. Just talk to her until she calms down a little, when she's not throwing punches, move slowly; talk to her the whole time. She'll recognize your voice, which will help. Make sense?" he asked. Kurt nodded.

They were quiet for a minute before Kurt asked quietly, "it's about the CIA?" "Probably" said Roman. "I don' think she dreams about the stuff from before. She also…" Roman trailed off, pursing his lips and looking for the right words again. "Sometimes she calls out for… people. That's probably for her to say" he finished, cutting himself off.

Kurt considered what he'd said, and started talking softly "I dream about it too- about the CIA. I can feel what's happening to her, and hear her, but I can't do anything to help…" he trailed off, shaking his head. "I should have known, should have stopped it and I didn't." He fell silent, lost in a swirl of emotion.

Roman looked at Kurt and said, without hesitation and as clear as day, "Weller, what Jane dreams is…" he shook his head, "she's processing what happened to her there… and all she lost. I mean, besides the physical, she lost everything -everyone she knew or loved turned on her, she lost her sense of self, again – can you imagine? And... no offense, but if that's the worst of your dreams…" Roman chuckled once, sadly, almost in annoyance, and shook his head and looked down, "maybe that's one of the reasons they chose you; even your imagination doesn't take you to places as ugly as what we've lived- what she's lived through."

After a minute of no response from Weller, Roman continued, "didn't you ever wonder how she made it through three months with the CIA – the worst they could do to her?" Roman asked, looking directly at Kurt. Kurt looked up "what?" he asked. "Didn't you ever wonder… I mean, she was able to get out on her own. And she was angry, but she was still functioning normally after all she went through. Jesus, the first thing she did was to try to help you assholes – sorry" he said, catching himself, "didn't you ever wonder about that? I mean, she's strong, but…"

Kurt looked at him, realization dawning on him "oh my God…" he said, growing pale "procedural memory? She's been tortured before?" Roman nodded, "we were all trained… to withstand it, from when we were kids." Kurt looked at Roman, "thank God she forgot some things" Roman said, almost under his breath, "but her body remembered, and maybe it saved her" Weller said quietly. Roman shrugged. "She's amazing, isn't she? But we both know that didn't come free."

Kurt considered what Roman said quietly for a few minutes, not able to put words together. He looked up at Roman and said, voice hoarse, "I'm going to…" glancing back at the bedroom. Roman nodded, understanding. Maybe she was right about Weller; maybe he's not as bad as I thought, he thought as he watched the other man struggle to pull himself together.

Kurt rose and walked to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and splashing cold water on his face. He walked into the bedroom and saw Jane. She looked so small, and peaceful… He saw her chest gently rising and falling. Looking around the room he knew he should take the other bed, but he didn't.

He needed to hold her, feel her next to him, and he hoped she would understand.

He took off his shoes and belt, then his shirt, and slowly climbed into bed with Jane, trying not to wake her. He slowly approached her, first wrapping an arm around her waist, then inching forward as he dropped his head to the pillow behind to her. He could smell the shampoo on her hair, and the let himself be enveloped in Jane- her scent, her sound, her warmth, her feel. He felt her heart beating calmly, and listened to her breath, and felt the soft skin on her stomach quietly raising and falling. He pulled her closer and tucked his head into her. He smiled, feeling her body next to him, and as he did, he felt his own pulse return to normal, his muscles relax, and his breathing slow. Kurt let out a quiet sigh, he knew he would never let this woman go; he loved her too much.

Kurt fell slowly to sleep, holding Jane next to him.

Jane awoke with a sense of confusion. Where was she? What was going on? Her pulse immediately jumped. She felt the warmth and calm all around her, but it was unfamiliar. She turned slightly to look beside her, and saw Kurt sleeping, a small smile on his face. She quietly turned to face him, enjoying the feel of him next to her. She watched him sleep, enjoying the slow sound of his breathing and the feel of his arm wrapped around her, and she quietly licked her lips and pressed her body closer to him.

The movement woke him, and he slowly opened his eyes and smiled at Jane. "Good morning" he said. She enjoyed the feel of her whole body pressing against him, hip to chest, legs pressing against his. She relaxed and leaned in to kiss him, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her under her shirt.

All they needed was that single spark, and both were moving quickly, losing their breath, having held too much back. Kurt pulled Jane on top of him, hands exploring the expanse of her skin under her shirt. He groaned at the feel of her on top of him, and ran his hand from her waist to her neck, feeling nothing but skin. He rolled her over, pushing her into the pillows with a smile. He pulled her shirt from her, leaving just a small pair of cotton shorts, and leaned back just enough to see her. Jane would never forget the look on his face at that moment, pure want and pleasure. She pressed herself to him and kissed him hard, pushing them both on.

Just as she did, Kurt leaned back "Jane…" he said hoarsely. "I want you, but I want you all to myself." He looked at her with pure heat, and she melted below his glance. "You have me" she said, voice low, "right now" she added, looking at him. Oh God he thought, looking at her. "Not here, I don't want to be looking over my shoulder, and I want it to be just us." She nodded, and they both leaned forward, kissing each other and enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together for a few more minutes. Slowly, they pulled away, eyes still thick with want, and prepared for the day.

Roman saw them in the hallway as they came out of the bedroom, and tried not to smile. "Morning," he said, pretending not to notice the looks between them or the red of their lips.

Going Home

36 hours later, Weller received the call that they could return to New York. It had been difficult for Kurt and Jane to remain focused, but both knew the consequences if anything were to happen, so they did, for the most part.

Roman mentioned he was surprised that Jane hadn't had any nightmares the second night, but he missed the look and the smile that passed between Kurt and Jane as he said it. Jane had spent much of the night in Kurt's arms, tangled up with him really, and there were few places she felt safer.

Upon return to the NYO, Weller was called to Director Pennington's office, who was waiting impatiently for him. Before he went, Weller looked at Roman and said "Thank you, for everything" shaking his hand. Roman nodded, glanced at Jane, and walked towards the locker room. Weller paused just a moment before he turned to Jane and said quietly, right next to her ear, "When I'm done, you and me…" when he leaned back to look at her, there was an unmistakable heat in his eyes, and Jane felt her face flush. She looked at him, and a mischievous smile spread slowly across her face.

Kurt paused, wanting to do any number of things running through his mind instead of walking away, but he knew Pennington was waiting. He gave Jane a small smile and quickly went to find the Director.

The brief with Pennington took forever; at least it seemed to Weller. 90 minutes later, he was walking the halls, looking for Jane. He couldn't find her so decided to return to his office, where he found Jane sleeping peacefully on his couch. She was curled up with a sweatshirt he had in his office, her black hair framing her face. Kurt felt a wave of emotion roll through him as he looked at her, thinking, God, she is beautiful as he looked at her. He thought back to all they had been through over the past couple months, and thought about all she'd been through on her own before that. How can someone who had been through so much still be the kindest, warmest, and most amazing woman I've ever met? he wondered. Kurt slowly walked over to her and knelt by her side. He pushed her hair back softly from her face, leaving his hand on the side of her head. He kissed her gently, and as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Kurt, he looked into her green eyes and knew – without a doubt - that he wanted to spend the rest of his life taking care of her, and exploring all that this amazing woman could offer.

If she'd let him; this woman is way out of my league, he thought.

As Jane woke up, she saw Kurt looking at her, a warm sparkle in his eyes, and felt his hand on her head. She let her thoughts wander for just a moment, thinking back to all they'd been through, and how they found their way back to one another. She smiled thinking of how he always made her feel, and wondered how someone so strong could also be so kind, and warm. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life taking care of him, and exploring and enjoying all the ways he was wonderful. If he'd let her; this amazing man is way out of my league she thought as she looked at him.

They smiled at each other for a minute as Jane woke up, each enjoying their thoughts and emotions, and enjoying the look of the other as they did the same. Kurt slowly reached out his hand to Jane, and with a smile asked "ready to go home?" Jane smiled widely as she looked at him, green eyes twinkling, and grabbed his hand. "Let's go" she said as she took his hand and led him toward the elevator. They both walked a little quicker than normal, a quiet giggle between them.

Reade saw the pair out of the corner of his eye and tried to catch Weller as he stepped into the elevator. As the door closed, Reade stood there momentarily frozen. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him… because first, Weller never smiled like that, and second, as the elevator closed it looked like the two had turned to each other, both smiling, almost like they were going to… and third, thinking back, he was pretty sure Jane was holding Weller's hand as she pulled him to the elevator.

Reade shook his head and walked away with a smile. At the same time, Kurt and Jane were in the elevator, doing everything Reade imagined and then some on the ride to Kurt's car. They had both wasted too much time apart and didn't want to waste another minute.

And they didn't.

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the story!

I wanted to tie up a few of the loose ends in this chapter (Roman, and Jane's nightmares, and of course Jeller) and was excited to bring Roman back into the story and dialog. He's so fun to play with.

I wrote some really fun dialog between Roman and Kurt that I had to cut (about why pre-Jane picked Kurt), but hope I can work it into another story. I love these two together.

Please let me know what you think – I appreciate all the reviews and feedback.

I hope you enjoyed the story – my first fanfic!