I don't own Blindspot or the characters, but they live in my head and are trying to get out!
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Jane walked around the room looking at glittering people around her.
She knew she looked the part because Patterson had a way with makeup. None of her tattoos ruined the high society effect she needed for this op.
She carried a glass of wine she had no intension of drinking.
"Jane do you see her?" Kurt's voice sounded in her ear.
"No," Jane denied, walking out the French doors and onto the balcony.
Scanning the crowd she froze. Turning away abruptly she moved to the shadows.
"I have a situation." Jane warned the team.
"What situation, where are you?" Kurt demanded over the coms.
"I'm on the balcony…and there's someone here who knows me as Jane."
"Someone from Sandstorm?" Patterson worried.
"No," Jane reassured, "It's Oliver."
"Oliver? Your animal sneezes admirer?" Patterson clarified.
"What?" Kurt asked moving out the doors to join her.
"Yes," Jane admitted.
Kurt scanned the balcony before his gaze landed on the man he recognized.
"Oliver Kind," Patterson clarified, "Water pollution specialist."
"I met him at the museum," Jane reminded Kurt.
"He might not remember her," Zapata suggested.
"Not likely," Kurt denied.
"That wasn't the last time she saw him," Patterson warned the others.
Kurt looked down at Jane, "What's she talking about?"
"He gave me his card," Jane explained, "I called him."
"To get more information on the BLT chemical spill?" Kurt looked down at her intently.
"No," Jane admitted, "Just to talk."
"You called him," Kurt's stare had her looking away.
"He asked me out," Jane admitted.
"Tell me you did not meet a man you barely knew after hit on you at an op." Kurt was not amused.
"I did meet him," Jane confessed. Before she could say any more she was interrupted.
"Jane?" Oliver walked up to them easily.
"Oliver," She turned to him with a forced smile.
"You haven't been responding to my texts." He chided.
"You're her brother," Oliver smiled at Kurt.
Kurt did not return the smile.
"No tattoos again I see," He looked down at her in admiration.
"No," Jane agreed uncomfortably.
"Care to dance?" Oliver didn't wait for her answer, but pulled her over to him. Before she could say anything, he passed her wine glass to Kurt and began to lead her away.
"We need to get Jane out of here before our cover is blown." Kurt warned the team.
Reed walked to the edge of the dance floor. "Well, if my wife were dancing with someone like that, I'd be a little mad."
Kurt joined him and watched the possessive way Oliver was holding Jane against him.
"How many dates Patterson?" Kurt asked as he watched them.
"I don't know," Patterson admitted, "Jane was reluctant to accept his invitation. She'd never been on a date before…I practically had to accept for her. That was more than three weeks ago, by now they could be living together for all I know."
Kurt's jaw clenched at her comment.
"One," Jane's voice came over the com.
"One?" Oliver looked down at Jane curiously.
"I was just thinking about our date," Jane admitted.
"The one you abandoned me on?" Oliver teased her.
"I'm sorry," Jane told him, "I shouldn't have left you like that."
"Why did you?" He asked curiously.
"It's complicated," Jane admitted looking up at him.
Looking down at her silently, Oliver looked at where Kurt was watching them from the side of the dance floor.
"He's not your brother is he?" Oliver observed at the scowl Kurt did nothing to hide.
"No," Jane admitted.
"Husband?" Oliver looked back at Jane intently.
She looked away from him and didn't answer. She couldn't deny they were married, when they were pretending to be just that, but she couldn't admit it either.
"I can't talk about this now, not here." She said instead.
"Then where, when?' Oliver asked her.
"Why even bother?" Jane asked him, thinking just how impossible anything normal was.
"Call it obsession, call it foolish," Oliver agreed not looking away from her face, "I need to understand. Surprisingly enough, when a woman walks out on me, I generally don't continue to text her every day. I don't lose sleep over her and I don't hit on married women, but here we are."
Jane looked up at him in surprise. They eyes caught and she knew she owned him something, if what he said was true.
"Jesus," Reed looked over at Kurt, "Must have been a hell of a date."
"I'll meet you later tonight," Jane finally agreed, "Where I left you last time."
"When?" Oliver insisted.
"I'll text you," Jane improvised.
Looking over at Kurt, Oliver worried, "Are you going to have any trouble with him?"
Jane followed his gaze. "Not like you mean," Jane assured him.
"I'll be waiting for your text," Oliver reminded her with a squeeze.
Before he let her go he leaned down and whispered, "You don't have to cover the tattoos on my account… they're as sexy as hell."
Jane blushed when she realized the entire team could hear him.
"See you later," She whispered, turning back to Kurt and Reed.
As she walked back toward them, she spotted their target coming down the spiral staircase.
"I've acquired the target," She looked back to Kurt as she headed over to him.
Kurt scanned the room and verified the sighting.
"Tasha, Reed, you've got point," Kurt advised them, pulling Jane flush against him once she was close enough.
She looked up at him in surprise to find him looking down at her intently.
"Aren't we going to back them up?" Jane worried.
"I'm getting you out of here," Kurt denied. Turning with her plastered to his side, he headed for the nearest exit.
"But we can get her," Jane protested fiercely, "You know she has security."
"We've got this," Zapata reassured the pair.
It wasn't long before Jane was standing outside the venue.
"Kurt," She looked over at him in remorse, "I had no idea he would be here."
Pulling off his com he told her, "Turn off your com."
She complied.
"What to explain what you were thinking?" Kurt wasn't amused.
"What do you mean?" Jane didn't understand.
"We've had some people we consider part of the team, turn out to be Sandstorm moles and yet, even knowing that, you went out with a stranger that hit on you during an op?" He was furious that she would be so cavalier at her safety.
"You think that he might only be interested in me because he is a mole with Sandstorm?" Jane couldn't keep the hurt from her voice.
"Jane," Kurt growled, "Any man would be interested you're stunningly beautiful. Why are you interested?"
Jane looked up at Kurt in surprise.
"I just…needed someone." She admitted looking down.
"Then why did you walk out on him?" Kurt lifted up his hand and pushed her hair back so that he could see her face.
"He asked me to tell me about myself," Jane admitted, "Where I work, how many siblings I had, what was with the tattoos I didn't have last time… and I couldn't answer any of those questions."
"Jane," Kurt put his hand on her shoulder, "You know you can talk to us."
"It's hard having to deal with who I was, who I am. It was nice having someone not look at me with suspicion, scorn and hate. I just wanted to be normal for a minute, but that life isn't for me. I gave up that right when I crawled into that bag. Sometimes though, it's overwhelming knowing that all you have left is making amends."
"Jane," Kurt placed both hand on her shoulders and shook her gently, "You can have a normal life, but with Sandstorm still out there, you have to be careful."
"You don't know what if feels like to be looked at with suspicion all the time." Jane argued.
"I trust you Jane," Kurt reassured her.
"I will never betray that trust Kurt," Jane assured him, "But you don't look at me like you used to when you thought I was Taylor. In your mind you might trust me, but the fact that I was a terrorist and did horrible things has changed how you see me. It's not your fault; I can't even look at myself in the mirror and not see that same knowledge, that same reserve. Oliver doesn't know what I am, so he looked at me for who I was right now, not for who I was before. He looks at me like the person I wanted to be, not the person that I am…or he did, before tonight."
"You can't meet him," Kurt denied wanting to reach out and pull her against him.
"I have to," Jane insisted, "You heard him, he's probably never had anyone walk out on him like that before or it wouldn't have affected him like this."
"Jane," Kurt shook his head at her, "I don't think it was you leaving that made him feel that way, it was every moment before that."
Jane looked up at Kurt in surprise. That was the nicest thing he'd said to her since she'd come back…since he'd found out what she really was.
"I still need to go," Jane insisted.
"Fine," Kurt finally relented, "But you aren't going alone. Promise me you want risk yourself like that again."
"I can take care of myself," Jane pointed out with a shake of her head.
"When you are part of a team, you don't have to," Kurt reminded her gently.
"I promise. Thanks," Jane smiled up at him.