Sooo… I kinda had to cut this chapter short, but I will try to make the next one longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blindspot or any of these characters. Nor do I own the Garth Brooks song I got the title from.

"Your team… I know where they are."

Rich's words hung in the air, both Jane and Kurt stunned by his revelation. Finally, Kurt broke their mutual silence.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his face expressionless and his voice dangerously quiet. If Rich was lying… well, things would end badly for him. If anything happened to his team before he could find them, he would hold Rich personally responsible for wasting his time. The clock was ticking and timing was everything.

"C'mon, Stubbles, remember? Your team. Err… former team. Miss-don't-call-me-Patty the Lab Lady, Suzy-frowns-a-lot, and the tall dude you call Tasha?"

"Rich," Jane started in exasperation.

"Get to the point." Kurt finished impatiently.

Rich sighed blissfully. "This is just like old times. I get off track and then… bam. You guys keep me focused. Remember when I said we should make this a thing? Well, I was totally right. Tell you what, we could just be the new team and forget about those other three. Whaddaya think? … no? Not a fan?"

Rich shrank back a little at their matching glares and muttered "Well, I mean, I think it could work. But, hey. Whatever works for you two. Personally, I think that both of you have got a lot workin-"

"Rich!" They snapped together.

"Okay! Fine, fine. But if you want them back, then you have to work with me, not against me. Try to realize, Stubbles, I'm the only person who can help you with this. I know exactly where they were taken, unlike you two. So it's gonna be kind of an I-help-you, you-help-me scenario. Fun, right? I mean-"

"Shut up and walk."

"So… are we going to talk about it, or-"

"We will discuss it. But. Not. Here." Kurt growled quietly through his teeth. "Now shut up. And walk."

They continued on until they found a hotel. At the front desk, Kurt asked the receptionist for a room. As she handed over the key cards, she shot all three of them a disapproving, judgmental glare. Rich took great delight in this.

"See, she's got the right idea. I mean, right now, we've got to go rescue the team, but afterwards…"

Jane rolled her eyes and leaned against the door. "Where are they, Rich? This isn't a game."

"Oh, I know. But first, we need to talk business."

"What business, Rich?" Weller asked.

"Oh, what, like you thought I was just going to give you their location? And then go back to jail? No. That is not happening. See, I didn't have to come find you. But I did. See, Stubbles, I want to help you. But first, you have to help me."

"Fine, what do you want?" Kurt asked immediately, jaw clenched.

Rich was taken aback at this. He'd been sure that it would be harder to convince them – they must be really worried. He'd known that they treated the other three like family… but maybe he'd never really grasped the entirety of their closeness.

"Well?"

"Immunity," Rich answered immediately. "And protection. I've pissed off some extremely powerful people lately, and let's just say, they are not very happy with me at the moment."

"Rich, we can't just let you go free, that's-" Jane began.

"I'll talk to Nas. We can set something up, and at the least get you a reduced sentence." Kurt interrupted her immediately.

"Sounds good, Stubbles. But Nas? Who's…? OH. You're talking about that NSA lady." Rich nodded in satisfaction. "Reduced sentence would be fine. I'd prefer a deal… jail's not really my thing, ya know? I have been thinking of taking up knitting-"

"I'll take care of it. Just give me my team's location first."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Mr. FBI. I need the deal in writing first. And no deal means no location. Which also means no team. As I already said, I don't give out this information for free."

"Fine." Weller grumbled under his breath. "Jane, you stay here with Rich. I'll be back in a little while."

Jane watched helplessly as Kurt left. Where was he going? How was he still in contact with Nas? Was he really going to give Rich a get-out-of-jail-free-card? And more importantly, how did Rich know where their team was?

She looked over at Rich and sighed in resignation. This was going to be interesting...