Previously

"Are you gonna eat that?" Reade asked but Tasha ignored him. So he said it again, pointing to the last piece of pizza in front of her. But still she ignored him.

"Tasha? Hey, Tash! What's going on?"

She finally looked up, her eyes wide, almost disbelieving whatever was on the screen in front of her.

"Are you ok?" Patterson asked.

"I think I got something," she said.

"What? What did you find?"

"I think we have a fingerprint… Shepherd's fingerprint."

After the initial shock, the momentary disbelief, the team quickly got to work trying to analyze the fingerprint Tasha had found. It was a partial left on the handcuffs that Jane had been wearing when Shepherd had broken into her cell. This was their first real lead, after all this time, they were finally catching a break.

Next Morning
Cabin in the middle of nowhere

Jane woke up to an empty room, for the first time since that first morning at the cabin. Getting up and walking out of the small bedroom, she was surprised to find Patterson and Borden in the cabin, and no sign of Kurt.

"Jane! You're up!" the blonde greeted her and get up, carefully embracing Jane, careful of her injury.

"Hi..." Jane said, obviously confused to see them there.

"How are you feeling, Jane?" Borden asked, almost too professionaly, his eyes on her bandaged wound.

"I'm good," she said, "fine... I'm sorry what're you guys doing here? Where's Weller?" she wondered.

A part of her was almost convinced that he'd had enough of being in the same space as her, that he needed a break. Why wouldn't he?

"There's something he has to attend," Borden said, "even with his leave, there are some things, if he misses, would raise questions."

Borden was being evasive, she could tell as much, but she was not going to push it.

"Are you hungry? We brought stuff from the city," Patterson said, "and packed you some more clothes."

"That's great," Jane said and moved to grab one of hte pastries they had laid on the table, "thank you, for everything that you've both done. Thank you."

A Few Hours Later
Clearfield, Pennsylvania

Kurt embraced his siter tightly, her face buried in his shoulder. "I am so sorry I left without talking to you first," he whispered, "but you understand how dangerous this all is."

Sarah nodded against his chest and pulled back. "Is she okay now?" she asked and Kurt nodded. "How about you?" she added softly and she just gave her a weak smile.

"God, Kurt, why's all this happening?" Sarah cried, covering her face with both her hands and Kurt could only shake his head and reach for her again.

"I don't know if I can do this," Sarah cried, leaning into him as they walked towards the cemetary.

"Me neither," Kurt admitted.

Twenty Five Years Earlier

"You're crazy!" five year old Sarah said, eyes wide as she watched Taylor plant her foot on the base of the large tree trunk.

"Come on, Sarah, don't be a coward!" her brother called down from the top branch.

"I'm not a coward!" she called up to him, "but I'm not crazy either! I'm going back to the swings. Wanna come Taylor?"

Taylor grabbed the trank tightly and looked between the two siblings. She bit her lips nervously. She looked back at Sarah and the swings, then up at Kurt, squinting in the midday sun. "No, I'm gonna climb up to Kurt," Taylor finally said.

"Fine, be crazy together," Sarah shrugged and left them.

Kurt smiled down and called to Taylor. "Come on, Taylor!" he said, extending a hand down.

Taylor put one foot up, then another, then another. And then she paused, almost half way through. "I don't know... I don't think I can do this, Kurt," she suddenly said.

"Of course you can, Taylor Shaw!" Kurt called down, "you can do anything!"

Kurt moved down slightly, just enough to be able to reach her, "come on," he said, "I've got you."

Present Day
Cabin in the middle of nowhere

It was pretty late when Kurt finally made it back to the cabin, a little before midnight. He had asked Borden and Patterson to keep the reason of his absence private, but of course Jane had coaxed it out of them within a few hours.

But that was it, she had respected his need to keep it a secret, so the three just spent the rest of the day playing board games that Patterson had brought with her, and whenever Jane tried to bring up the case, or anything work related, Borden would use his doctor card against that.

They all greeted Kurt excitedly when he came back, albeit somberly, and he immediately asked to talk to Patterson privately.

"Did you tell her anything about Shepherd?" he asked.

"No, we didn't," she said, "but she knows about where you were today. Sorry."

He shook his head, "it's okay. Do you have everything we need?"

"Yes, it's in the car," she said, "you are all set for tomorrow afternoon."

"And are you sure you guys are okay driving back tonight?" he asked, "it's pretty late, I'm sorry I couldn't get back earlier."

"Yes, yes, don't worry about it," Patterson said, "just make sure you guys are careful. I'll get intouch with you tomorrow morning with the rest of what you need."

"Thank you," Kurt said, "for everything."

Later
Cabin in the middle of nowhere

Jane sat in the middle of the couch, waiting for Kurt to finish his shower. He had asked her not to go to bed before he came out, that there was something they needed to discuss. She wasn't sure what it was about, but she was pretty nervous.

"You okay?" she heard him say as he walked in.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she said, "are... are you?"

She wasn't sure if Patterson had told him she knew where he was today.

"I'm okay," he said, "I'll be okay," he corrected himself.

"Do you wanna talk about... I mean, if you-"

He smiled, "we've got something more important to talk about," he said.

He said down next to her, closer than he'd sat any time during the past week. "We have something," he said, the smile drawing wide on his lips.

Her eyes widened at his words, at his excitement.

"The team found a partial print on your cuffs from the night... from that night," he said.

"Shepherd," she whispered.

"That's what we believe," he said.

"And they found a match?"

"Not exactly, not in any of our data bases," he admitted, "but there is a match in someone else's."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Rich Dotcom's," he said, "we still have all his stuff, and the print matches one he has in his personal database."

"But Rich is gone," she said dejectedly.

"He is," Kurt said, and to her surprise, he still smiled, "but apparently, Patterson knows where he is."

"What? How?" jane asked.

"Well, after he disappeared, Mayfair tasked her to try to find him," Kurt said, "and apparently she did. That art forger boyfriend of his plays the same online game that Patterson does, so she managed to track him down."

"She did? When? Why didn't she-"

"Well, apparently, they teamed up, of course he has no clue who she is, and have been on a winning streak, so Patterson didn't want to break that until they were done," Kurt laughed at the absurdity of it all.

"Where are they?"

"Thailand," Kurt said.

"And what are we going to do?"

"We are going to go pay our friend a visit," Kurt said.

"But how? We can't exactly get on a plane and go there," Jane said.

"You enjoyed going under cover at the Hamptons, right?" Kurt said, "how about we take it up a level."

"Kurt, I don't know," she was nervous, of course she was.

"Don't worry," he said, "it's been all planned out."

He watched her closely, watched as the panic didn't leave her eyes. He reached over then, taking her hand in his. "Do you trust this team, Jane? Do you trust me?"

She looked up at him, her heart racing, from his question and from the touch of his hand on top of hers, and she felt herself nod.

"Okay then," he said, "let's tart with your new identity."

He reached into the side pocket of the carry on bag Borden had rolled in earlier. He pulled out a passport and opened it for her to see.

It was her picture and a fake identity. Julia Thorne. She looked closer, studying the picture. It had her face, no neck tattoo, and her hair was short, and blond.

"My hair doesn't look like that," she mumbled.

"You did say you trusted me, right?" he said sheepishly and she nodded. "Do you trust me enough to do this?"

She raised an eyebrow at him as he reached towards the coffee table, towards the small grocery bag there. He reached in and pulled out a pair of scissors and a bottle of bleach.

Jane nodded, finally cracking a small smile. If that's what it took to take Shepherd down then... "Let's do this," she said, pushing herself off the couch and heading towards the bathroom without looking back.