I do not own Blindspot...but I love the characters.

"What have we got?" Weller barked as strode into Patterson's lab. The whole team had been working non-stop for the last the 48 hours, since Jane's prisoner transfer caravan from New York to Quantico had been ambushed. The attack left eight dead bodies at the scene and no sign of Jane.

"We've identified the bodies at the scene but its giving us more questions than answers." Patterson replied. With a click of her mouse she brought up the photos on the big screen. "These two," she stated motioning to the caravan drivers, "appear to be clean. We've gone back two years and there are no large cash infusions into personal accounts, no odd financial purchases, not disciplinary marks in their files or anything else that would lead us to believe they were involved in the planning of this attack."

"So in addition to kidnapping Jane, whoever did this also killed two upstanding FBI agents?" Reade stated.

"It looks that way." Patterson replied. "These three," she moves on to the next set of autopsy photos and pauses to look over at Weller. "You're not going to like this, boss." She taps a couple keys on the keyboard and the autopsy photos are replaced with government file photos.

"Son of a bitch." Zapata mutters as she notices the letters CIA at the top of each man's photo.

Patterson continued, "We've determined that these agents are part of a newly created task force within the CIA responsible for identifying and questioning homegrown terrorist organizations or those individuals suspected of having ties to terrorism. The bullets that killed the FBI agents came from the weapons found next to these bodies."

"So the CIA killed our FBI agents?" Reade questioned unable to keep the anger out of his voice.

"Yes." Patterson replied.

"Why would the CIA think Jane was a terrorist?" Zapata questioned.

"They don't," Weller answered in a gruff voice. "They've wanted her since her tattoos started pointing out government corruption; since she exposed Daylight; since she was able to escape from Carter's torture the first time." Weller's brain was trying to focus on the new information Patterson was sharing but the mention of the CIA brought him back to Jane's confession just a few days before. Weller shook his head slightly as if the physical motion would erase the hell of the last 96 hours. "Go on." He managed to choke out to get Patterson to continue.

With a few more taps on the keyboard, she brought up the final photos and continued. "Now here's where it gets weird. This guy, is Ivan Grozdan. He is a well-known international mercenary, assassin and kidnapper for hire. He is very expensive and has ties to both Soviet and Middle Eastern organizations. He was also the body that was found INSIDE the back of the transport vehicle and has injuries that are considered defensive wounds even though it was the bullets from these last two that killed him."

"So those wounds would lead us believe that Jane was fighting back." Zapata shared with a hopeful voice. Weller smiled slightly knowing that if Jane was still fighting there was a chance she could find her way back to them, if they couldn't find her first.

"Yes, it does appear that Jane did some damage, broken nose being the worst of it. But here's the bad news: these last two guys, the ones that killed both Grozdan and CIA agents are ghosts. No records, no fingerprints, nothing. Just like Jane, and the guy who broke into her safe house, and Oscar." Patterson said the last name almost as a whisper. Patterson was the one who initially heard Jane's confession and they were all aware that, according to Jane, Oscar was the one who killed both Carter and Mayfair. The silence in the room continued for another 30 seconds before Reade's deep voice offered a recap of scene.

"So we know that Director Pellington goes on TV and announces that the FBI has the person responsible for both AD Carter's death and AD Mayfair and that Jane is being transferred to Quantico. It would appear that three separate groups the CIA, the ghost organization that she came from in the first place and a third international group all converged on her caravan at once, had a shoot out and one of these groups has her?"

"Yes, that is what the evidence is showing." Patterson affirmed.

"Any chance Jane escaped and is on her own?" Zapata offered. Hoping that scenario would ease some of the guilt she felt over how she had treated Jane while she was in FBI custody.

"Doubtful," Patterson offered. "The ghost guys were shot with weapons that weren't recovered at the scene and it's unlikely that Grozan would attempt a mission like this alone."

"So, our best guess is the people that hired Grozan have Jane?" Reade offered.

"Unless, the ghosts were double crossed in an attempt to look like a third party was involved and they took her back." Weller said defeated.

He thought back to Jane's confession to Patterson when she recounted how Oscar was going to erase her memories again which ultimately lead to Jane killing him in self defense. He shuddered at the thought of Jane losing what little life she had built in the last year. He should have listened, he should have kept his anger in check, he should have done a lot of things. He hoped it wasn't too late.

"Where do we go from here?" Zapata questioned. The ringing of Weller's cell phone stopped anyone from answering.

"Weller" he barked into the phone.

"AD Weller, you've been busy." The modulated voice said. Weller snapped his fingers at Patterson and pointed to the handset. She knew what that meant and not only started a trace but placed the caller on speaker phone so the entire team could hear the conversation.

"Who is this?" Weller demanded.

"Let's just say I'm a concerned world citizen. You see your government likes to interfere with other country's policies and governments with a holier than thou attitude and with righteous indignation. It is actually quite comical coming from a government where corruption reaches throughout the highest branches of their own government. We gave your government several opportunities to remove themselves and focus on their own issues but they chose a different a route."

Weller had heard enough, "Where is Jane?"

"Ah yes, your beloved Jane. That is not her real name you know. Would you like to know what it is?" The caller taunted.

"Tell me where she is or so help me God."

"Or what, AD Weller? Let's not pretend that we are equals here. I have the upper hand and I have something you want…someone you need."

"What do you want?"

"I want you continue with the missions. Follow the tattoos and find a way to expose the United States' hypocrisy and change the foreign policy stance of your nation."

"What do I get?"

"Well, AD Weller you may be responsible for World Peace. But I'm sure that is not what you meant. Actually I am going to give you a second chance."

"What do you mean a second chance?"

"There is a bag in Times Square with your name on it. You'd better hurry." Then the line went dead.

Reade often bragged about his speed when he was in college, but if the elevator hadn't been on another floor, he never would have caught Weller. Zapata, Reade and Weller sprinted to the garage and got to Times Square at record speed. On the way, Zapata had worked with Patterson to have NYPD clear the area. Weller pulled the black SUV up to the curb and spotted the green canvas duffel immediately.

He jumped out of the car and ran to the bag. Reade put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Are you sure we shouldn't wait for the bomb squad. This could be a trap."

Weller just shook him off and took hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it back. His stomach dropped as soon as he saw the hexagon drawings on her hands. He felt her neck for a pulse just under the bird tattoo on her neck, grateful to feel it but desperate for to see those large emerald eyes open. He covered her body with the blanket Zapata and grabbed from the SUV and shook her gently.

"Jane. Jane." He whispered in her ear hoping to rouse her from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open then closed again. "Jane, it's me Kurt. Jane, I need you to open your eyes."

Her eyes opened wide and Kurt smiled at her then at Zapata and Reade, who smiled back and then looked at each other with relief. Their happiness was short-lived. As Kurt helped the girl in the bag sit up, her first words struck him like a knife in his heart.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"You don't recognize me?" Kurt questioned softly.

She shook her head. Kurt took a deep breath before he asked his next question. "Can you tell me your name?"

Again, she shook her head but this time, tears welled up in her eyes. Kurt swallowed the large lump in his throat. "My name is Kurt Weller and I am the Assistant Director with the FBI. These are agents Reade and Zapata and we are here to help you."

Tasha had to look away as she was unable to hold back the sting of her tears. Weller's eyes were beginning to redden and Reade stood perfectly still.