Jane is finally allowed into the hospital room. She understands why they were hesitant. She left after Kurt was taken in. Pretty much the only reason they are letting her in is because Kurt asked for her. Multiple times as Sarah had told her.

Everyone was in the waiting room. Reade, Zapata, Mayfair, Sawyer, Patterson, and Allison. Sarah was by her brother's side most of the time. The case was closed when Jane shot the man who hurt Kurt and threatened her life and brought him in without the team. The team was immediately questioning how she got him. All by herself. If she got to see Kurt, she would tell them.

Of course Sarah was all for letting Jane see him. Reade tried to tell her not to, he was back to not trusting her. Some of the team were surprised by their close proximity. How they were gravitating towards each other whenever they were in the same room. It was obvious that Reade and Sarah were an item. Everyone knew now.

"Are you going to go in, Jane?" Sarah asked.

"Oh," Jane had stopped in front of the door. "Yeah. Thank you."

Sarah's hug was welcome. "I don't know what's going on, Jane, but he really cares about you."

"I care about him and look where he ended up," she says under her breath as Sarah walks back to the waiting room.

Jane gently pushes open the door. The curtain is slightly drawn, obstructing her view from the bed. She can hear the steady pace of the heart monitor. The back of her hand moves the curtain away. She is surprised to see Kurt sitting in a chair by the window.

"You should be resting," is the first thing she says. She can't stop herself.

He turns quickly at her voice. He stands immediately. He isn't wearing a gown, but an old, gray FBI shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms. There is a bandage across his neck. He looks as though nothing happened. Color is returning to his skin. Last time she saw him, he was pale as a ghost.

"Jane," he sighs in relief. "Thank god you're okay."

"Seriously, Kurt."

He takes a couple steps forward. "I've been resting all day. I couldn't rest anymore after I heard you went AWOL. Where did you go? Why did you go?"

"If you sit and rest, I'll tell you."

He smiles slightly. "Fair enough." He moves slowly to the bed and sits down.

Jane folds her arms across her chest and steps forward so she is in front of him. She studies her shoes for a while. She finally looks up when he clears his throat.

"Where did you go, Jane?"

"I went to go get him. He was after me, Kurt," she answers fast, not wanting to answer honestly.

"I know. What I don't understand why you left the protection of the team."

"I left because I wanted to keep them safe," she replies softly.

"What?" he asks, slightly shocked. That made no sense. They were supposed to keep her safe.

Jane's eyes wonder around the room before landing on his neck and the bandage. She shifts on her feet and steps closer. Her hand reaches out to his neck. She tries not to hurt him when her fingers drift over the bandage. His eyes are steady on her as he lets her touch him. Her hand drifts down to his shoulder before it slips off.

"Do you have any idea how scared I was when you were bleeding and when you were taken away?"

He just watches her, knowing he shouldn't respond. After a couple beats, he reaches out for her hand. Her slender fingers around his once again. The feeling they both love and that they haven't felt in a while.

"I was scared, too. Scared for your life more than mine," Kurt softly replies.

They are both gazing at their hands. Jane is the first to look back at his face. Their eyes meet a couple seconds later.

Slowly, Jane is gravitating towards the bed, towards Kurt. He has to look up slightly.

"Does it hurt?" she whispers.

"Not right now."

Her free hand moves to his hair and the back of his neck. "Can we promise never to scare each other again?"

"I don't know how well that will work in our line of work," he answers honestly. She nods slowly, looking away slightly, understanding how stupid that was. "But we can try. Together. How's that sound?"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

His hands find her waist, pulling her closer. Kurt cranes his neck with a sharp pain from his stitches, protesting his movement, but he doesn't care. Jane lowers her head slightly and their lips meet.

She's missed him. A lot. She can tell he did too by the way he kisses her. It's not urgent, but slow and full of emotion.

"I don't want to hurt you," she say, breathless when she pulls away. She gazes into his eyes.

"Good thing you aren't." A small smile forms on his lips. It's contagious and soon they are both smiling and giggling as they kiss.

"Uncle Kurt?" comes a nine year old voice.

"Not again," Kurt mumbles softy, but laughing.

Jane laughs along with him and it finally feels like everything is okay. Yet part of her knows that there is a lot of bad coming their way. She just hopes he can forgive her for all of it. Hopefully they can get through it together.