Well it's been a very long time since I've written fanfiction, but I need something to do over the two week break. We just had five weeks and now they're making us wait again?

Anyway I hope you enjoy.

"Maybe you shouldn't go in today." Kurt suggested, sitting down beside his wife. She was perched on the edge of their bed with her head in her hands. She had one shoe successfully on, the other lay forgotten on the floor. Jane groaned in pain.

Kurt reached out, rubbing her back. "Come on, let's get you back to bed."

Jane shook her head.

"No, no, I'm fine." she said, looking up at her husband with what she hoped was a convincing smile. "I think bending down to tie my shoes might have just set my head off. It's passed now." She reached down to grab the other shoe, only for Kurt to grab it first.

"Well, if that's the case," he replied, crouching to the floor. "Maybe I should help you out."

Jane rolled her eyes as he slid her boot onto her foot, tying the laces and pulling down the cuff of her pants. He cupped her face in his hand, rubbing her cheek gently. She smirked at him knowingly. Lately she had been getting fevers, and this was his way of checking her. He thought he was being subtle.

Kurt frowned. She was still warm albeit the tylenol she had taken over an hour ago. Normal fever reducing medicines were no longer working. He wanted nothing more than to tuck her back into bed, but he also felt that in doing that, he was giving up. If she felt she was still willing and able to go into the office, then who was he to stop her? Because he definitely was not ready to give up on her.

"Come on then." he said pulling her to her feet. He grabbed her by the waist, when she swayed from the change in equilibrium. When the dizziness stopped, Jane reached up on tiptoes, and planted a peck on his mouth.

"Thank you." she said gratefully. She knew it was killing him, allowing her to continue as if nothing was wrong. Truth be told, she felt absolutely wretched. Her head hurt, her stomach hurt, her hands shook and she was constantly battling dizzy spells. It had been just over a week since the cure had literally been in their grasps, then ripped away just as fast. She knew she was running out of time, but they were no closer to finding the stem cells.

She followed Kurt out of their apartment, to the parking garage. She slid into the passenger seat in an unspoken agreement. She knew she probably shouldn't be driving anymore. Just one more thing she could no longer do.

They stopped for breakfast at their favourite cafe on their way in. By the time they made it into Patterson's lab, her stomach was roiling. She swallowed convulsively, Patterson's voice fading into the background while she tried to control her upset stomach. Sweating profusely, the nausea continued to creep up on her, before she knew she wasn't going to win this battle. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she raced towards the bathroom, Kurt's voice calling her name from a distance.

She made it to the toilet just in time, before she lost the contents of her stomach. Food was becoming her worst nightmare. She had managed to hide this from Kurt for a few days now, but after the scene she had just caused, that was clearly blown.

She heard the door to the lady's room open, just as she lost the battle again, her stomach heaving, forcing out an uncharacteristic cry of pain. She felt a hand on her back. Too feminine to be Kurt - it had to be Patterson.

She gagged again, and felt Patterson pull her hair off of her face. She stayed crouched on her knees, panting into the toilet, willing her stomach to settle back down. After what seemed like hours, she reached up and pulled a wad of toilet paper off of the roll, wiping her face before she flushed the toilet. She turned over so her back was against the wall and closed her eyes in exhaustion.

"I feel stupid asking this, but are you alright?" Patterson asked speaking up for the first time since entering the bathroom.

Jane sighed, opening her eyes, but remained silent. She wasn't quite sure if she could trust her voice just yet.

Patterson stared at her knowingly, sitting down so her back was on the opposite side of the cubicle. "Jane this isn't the first time this has happened, is it?"

Jane shook her head in reply.

"How long has this been going on?" Patterson asked. Jane could practically feel the worry radiating off of her.

"A couple of days." she mumbled, finding her voice.

"How bad?"

"Every meal." Jane whispered softly, staring down at her hands.

"You can't keep anything down?"

Jane shook her head.

"I think my body's starting to forget how to function." she got out before she lost her nerve completely. Pretending everything was still ok, wasn't going to be an option. Patterson reached out, taking her hand.

"Weller?"

"He doesn't know." Jane replied guiltily.

"You need to tell him!" Patterson said urgently.

Jane stared down at her boots, before looking sadly back to her friend. "I know… but how do you tell your husband that you're going to die?"

Patterson released a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

"I guess you just tell him the truth." she replied sympathetically, squeezing Jane's hand. She got up, before helping Jane slowly stand back up. "Come on, we'll do it together."

Jane nodded gratefully, before Patterson ushered her out of the room. They opened the door to find Kurt pacing in the hallway.

"Jane!" he exclaimed striding over to her. "Are you ok?"

Jane took a breath, looking at Patterson for strength.

"Kurt there's something I have to tell you." she said quietly. Kurt took a step back, putting his hands on his belt behind his back.

"Ok?"

"My body keeps rejecting food." Jane said quietly. "The ZIP poisoning is getting worse."

Kurt's face fell. He knew it was getting worse, with the headaches and the fevers, but he didn't think it had gotten this bad so soon.

"How long has this been going on?"

"A couple of days." she muttered.

"Jane…" he said, taking her into his arms. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Jane looked up at him, trying not to let the tears fall that were forming in her eyes. She hated crying, she never cried.

"Telling you makes it real." she whispered softly. Kurt reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. He kissed her on the forehead before pulling her against him, wrapping his arms around her..

Jane sighed into her husband's shoulder, letting his strength and warmth fill her up. They were interrupted by Patterson's phone buzzing.

"Rich has got something." Patterson said, making her way towards her lab.

Jane stepped away from Kurt, before she gasped in pain.

"Jane? What's wrong?" Kurt asked urgently.

"Nothing, nothing." Jane said bending over, prodding at her knee. "Just a weird cramp."

Kurt sighed before taking her hand and leading her to the lab.

"What have you got?" he asked.

Rich took a moment to assess Jane. "You good?" he mouthed.

Jane nodded.

Not looking entirely convinced, Rich continued on.

"I think I may have just found Roman's next data cache."

"What? Where?" Read asked, joining the group. He had been in and out of the office a lot since Tasha's arrest, so the team had taken it upon themselves to start meetings and catch Read up when necessary.

"Not too far from here actually. There's an abandoned farm, a few miles out that tagged to one of the existing files from the previous cache. The system just picked it up, as it has been flagged for destruction."

"Why would Roman hide a cache in an old abandoned farm?" Kurt asked looking at Jane.

Since Jane had gotten Remi's memories back, it had made it a lot easier to piece together connections from her past. This time though, Jane was pulled up short.

She shook her head. "I have no idea."

"Rich, send us the coordinates." Kurt said. "We'll take a car there and see what we can find."

Rich nodded, typing on the keyboard.

"I'm coming." Jane said matter of factly.

"Jane, I don't think that's a good idea." Kurt replied.

"I'm coming. It's just an empty farm."

"Jane-"

"I'll be fine." she cut him off stubbornly.

Kurt sighed. "Patterson, gear up, you're coming."

Patterson nodded, looking at Jane. At least they would both have proper backup should something go wrong.

I would love to hear what you think!