A/N: So, this last chapter is a bit of happiness to balance out all the angst and pain I put Kurt & Jane through. Hope you like it.

Special thanks again to my wonderful beta, take2intotheshower, and to Indelible Evidence who have listened to be ramble and provided me with their insights. Thank you!

Kurt was lying in the large hotel bed, feeling more content than he had in weeks. He was well on the road to recovery again, his wounds almost completely healed. They were back in Venice. After he had been released for home recovery, they had decided to take the second honeymoon they had talked about but never found the time for.

The events of the past weeks, from Kurt getting shot to Jane's ZIP symptoms, had made them realize that time spent together was a precious commodity, especially when they had no way of knowing what the ZIP would bring or how much time they had. There might not be a when. So, leaving Patterson and Rich to work with the drive clues, they had set off to Venice for a long weekend.

Although Kurt had survived the torture inflicted by the men who had kidnapped him, the effects lingered for some days. The day they rescued him had felt like a week, as the drug had sensitized every pain receptor in his body and all he could do was scream as the agony continued. Finally, they had been able to administer painkillers, so that he had spent the next few days mostly sleeping as his body recovered.

The one constant that had remained through all the suffering, was Jane. She had held him, comforting him with gentle caresses and whispered assurances, when the excruciating pain had him begging for someone to make it stop or even kill him.

She was with him now, too: curled up to his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she traced patterns across his chest and abs with her fingers absentmindedly. Tracing her fingers around the new, recently healed scar in his side, she stilled.

Kurt leaned in and pressed a kiss into her hair.

"Jane?" She seemed lost in her thoughts, so he spoke her name again.

Snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up at him. "Hmm?"

"You were miles away." Kurt murmured softly. He tilted his head, seeing the look on Jane's face. He knew that look. "What's wrong?"

Jane looked back down, her finger tracing his scar again. Her voice was husky with emotion as she spoke. "I almost lost you too."

Her sadness tore at Kurt's heart. He turned to his side and brought his hand up to caress her cheek tenderly. "Hey...none of that now," he admonished her gently before leaning in to kiss her again. He nuzzled her, his nose brushing against hers as he whispered. "I'm right here, Jane. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

She smiled at him lovingly, gazing into his eyes and brought her hand to his cheek. "Yes, you are."

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her touch. He pulled her flush against him, and threaded his fingers through her hair as he pulled her into another gentle kiss. "God, I love you."

"Love you, too."

Jane let out a surprised giggle as Kurt rolled onto his back again, pulling her on top of him.

He ran his hand through her hair, smiling at her like an idiot and drinking in the sight of her.

"So, now that we're in Venice again, what do you want to do?" he murmured.

Jane leaned her chin against his chest, contemplating the question for a moment.

"Well, there's a couple of the art galleries I'd really like to see. But beyond that, nothing comes to mind." She smiled and pressed a kiss to his chest. "What's important is that you're here with me."

He returned her smile "Yeah." After a moment, he grinned at her and asked "How about a boat ride around the lagoon?"

She laughed and smacked his chest playfully. "Kurt, no! I already fished you out of the water once."

"Ow," he gave her the wounded puppy- look, feigning hurt. "I didn't do it on purpose…"

"I know." She shimmied up and kissed him softly. "But the answer is still no. I am not letting you out of my sight if we go anywhere near the water."

Kurt chuckled as he pulled her into him, so that their noses were almost touching. "Is that so?"

Jane smiled at him, but managed to maintain a serious tone in her voice. "Yes, Agent Weller."

He hummed, appearing to weigh his options before he captured her lips lovingly, "Well, considering we're in Venice, surrounded by water, your only option may be to stay in this hotel room with me." He grinned at her mischievously before pulling her into a deep kiss, his hands caressing up and down her back and sides.

After a while, the need for air won out and Jane broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against his while she regained her breath. "Kurt, you're still healing…"

He could see the glint of worry mixed with the love in her eyes as he gazed up at her and wondered again, how he had been so lucky.

Kurt traced her cheek with his thumb as his fingertips glided over the bird tattoo on her neck. "Jane, it's fine." He couldn't resist smirking at her, as he continued in a low voice. "As long as it's not too strenuous."

Jane raised an eyebrow at that comment.

"So please, be gentle," he whispered, before pulling her lips to his for another oxygen-depriving kiss.

"Always."