I DON'T OWN BLINDSPOT, MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING BLINDSPOT FANFICTION DIDN'T GO SO WELL. HOPEFULLY THIS GOES BETTER.

Berlin, Germany

Alexander sat in The Kaiser, a popular beer hall in Berlin, drinking a big mug of German beer. He'd arrived in Germany only a few days ago and was waiting for a lead to show up. He didn't gather very much attention with his round sunglasses and his trenchcoat. He was a very handsome young man though. His jet black hair and semi tan skin melted a lot of ladies' hearts. As he drank, he saw a strong looking man with plenty of facial hair walk in. He looked as though he had been in a fight and then found out that his dog had died. The man went to the counter and ordered a beer. Alexander motioned to the bartender that he'd pay for the man's drink. He'd felt like crap plenty of times in his life and he knew when a man just needed a stiff drink. When the man moved to the pay, the bartender shook his head.

"No need, no need, boy in back, he pay for your drink." The stubled man turned around to see Alexander waving. After he received his beer, the man came over to Alexander's table and sat down.

"Thanks." he said in a quiet tone. The man sounded American.

"No Problem, I could tell that you needed a drink." he said as he stretched out his hand. "Alexander Briggs."

"Kurt Weller." The man replied. As they drank, they accidentally struck up a conversation.

"So, is this your first time in Deutschland?" Alexander asked.

"Yeah, it is. You?" Weller replied.

"Second. I came here once before with a friend of mine. Actually, he's more like my unofficially adopted father. He never adopted me, but he's the only family I have. Weller, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why do you need a drink so bad?" Weller hesitated for a moment before answering.

"I did a horrible thing."

"What do you consider a horrible thing?"

"I accidentally killed someone who was close to my wife." Alexander shook his head.

"That's pretty bad, but it could've been worse."

"How?"

"You could've killed then on purpose."

"Can we please talk about something else?" Weller asked in desperation.

"Sure." Alexander replied.

"Why are you here in Berlin?"

"I'm looking for my mother. What about you?"

"I was looking for my wife." Weller said as he pulled out a photo of him and a lady with tattoos covering her body. Alexander shot daggers into Weller's eyes.

"Where did you get this photo?" he asked.

"It was taken on our honeymoon? Do you know her?"

"That's Jane Doe, or do you prefer Alice Kruger, or even Remi Briggs? She's a lady of many names." Alexander pointed out. Weller was caught off guard.

"How do you know all that?" Kurt asked.

"Because she's my mother." Alexander replied.

WE'LL LEARN MORE ABOUT ALEXANDER'S BACKSTORY IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. REVIEWS NEEDED