Hello all! I hope you are all safe with everything that is going on in the world.

I have taken it upon myself to write a small fic in anticipation for 5x05.

I have also managed to fill in one of my badthingshappen bingo squares "fever"

"You're one hundred percent certain she's not going to wake up?" Rich asked hesitantly.

"Yes! For the three hundredth time." Patterson replied in a frustrated tone. "She's got enough painkillers and sedatives in her to knock out a dinosaur."

"What about her wound though? What if she starts bleeding again?" Rich said, his voice rising an octave at the mere thought.

"Rich! Stop panicking. She is stable. She is asleep. We need to go and get Weller. So unless you're going to suddenly get a desire to do field work, I suggest you calm down!"

Rich took a step back and put his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry… I'm just a little nervous… this is… scary." he muttered, taking in the form of a very frail looking Jane.

Their op had gone bad, resulting in Weller being kidnapped and Jane being shot. Rich shuddered at the thought that the last time Kurt had seen his wife, she had been lying in a pool of her own blood.

Patterson sighed, her voice softening. "I know. It is scary. But we don't have any other choice."

She cast one final glance at Jane before leaving the room, hoping that when she came back both Jane and Kurt would still be alive.

Rich sighed, glancing again at Jane. She was still, apart from the soft rise and fall of her chest.

"Well I guess it's just you and me now." he muttered as he heard the elevator ascend. He took a seat beside her, reaching out for yet another cup of coffee. It was going to be a long night.

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It was well after midnight when Jane started to whimper. Rich looked up in alarm, frowning when he saw two glassy green eyes staring back at him.

"Jane?" he whispered. This was the first time she had opened her eyes since she had lost consciousness from the blood loss.

She winced, swallowing thickly.

"Here." Rich said, grabbing a cup of water off of the nightstand and holding the straw to her lips.

She took a small sip before sinking exhaustively back onto the pillow.

Rich took in the red tinge to her pale face and hesitantly reached out, touching her forehead with the back of his hand. He was shocked at the heat that was radiating off of her skin.

"Go back to sleep." he said quietly, which only made Jane frown.

"Where's Kurt?" she croaked, her eyes searching, expecting him to come through the door at any moment.

"Ah… well…" Rich stammered.

"Rich…" Jane growled, in no physical state to handle him rambling.

"Patterson and Tasha have gone to get him…"

Jane's eyes shot open at that.

"What happened?" she ground out, her pain flaring as her consciousness returned.

Rich let out a nervous chuckle.

"Rich…" she warned again.

"You were shot, he was taken. We got you back here… managed to stabilise you… and now Patterson and Tasha have gone to try and get him back. "

With that, Jane grunted through the pain, forcing herself into a sitting position.

"Jane please, you've been shot… you have a fever… you need to lie back down…"

"What I need is to get my husband back." she breathed through clenched teeth.

Rich watched helplessly as Jane heaved herself to her feet. Almost instantly, all colour drained from her face and she swayed. He reached out for her.

"Jane… please." he said almost desperately. He was scared she was going to seriously hurt herself. "Let Patterson and Tasha handle this."

"No." she growled, clutching her side in agony. Grimacing, she cried out as she tried to take a step towards the exit.

Rich reached out and quickly grabbed the syringe that was sitting on her bedside table. Before she could react, he stuck the needle in her thigh and plunged the medicine into her.

Jane turned to him in shock.

"Rich… what did you just do?"

"I'm sorry Jane…" he said breathlessly. "But you gave me no choice..."

"What did you give me?" she rasped, her eyes still wide in disbelief.

"Ahh… a sedative?" Rich replied questioningly holding the syringe up to his face.

Jane took a shaky breath, knowing she needed to lie back down before the sedative took effect and she fell down.

Anger bubbled in her gut, but a part of her knew that he was only trying to help. A wave of vertigo overtook her and she found herself suddenly at the mercy of soft, yet surprisingly sturdy hands.

"I'm sorry." Rich whispered again as he guided her back onto the bed.

Jane looked at him, a mask of betrayal on her face.

"The others would never forgive me if I let anything happen to you." he said, his eyes downcast. "Please… just rest."

Jane sniffed, accepting her fate. She knew Rich was only trying to help - just like she knew that the others would do their best to get her husband back. She just needed to trust them. Slowly her body drifted back into the void of a drug induced sleep. She heard Rich sit back beside her, then she knew no more.

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Slowly her body started lifting from unconsciousness. She could feel a cold washcloth being placed on her burning forehead and hummed in satisfaction. Her eyelids were like lead, but with great effort, she managed to crack them open, blinking through the haze.

Her vision cleared slowly, her hearing muffled like she was underwater. After a few moments though, his face came into view, his voice calling her name.

"Kurt-" she murmured, her voice cracking.

"Oh Jane! I was so worried!" he cried, leaning forward to kiss her on the eyelid. "I thought… I thought you had died." he shuddered.

Jane reached up slowly, cupping his face so he would look at her, taking note that her IV had been reinserted - Patterson must have acquired some antibiotics for her fever.

"I'm ok… we're both ok." she whispered, pulling him so he was laying beside her. She needed him close, and she knew he needed the physical contact just as much. "You are ok… right?" she added as an afterthought.

Kurt nodded, shifting, mindful of her injury. He would talk to her later about what had happened to him, but right now he just needed to take care of her, if not for her sake but for his own.

"Sleep, my love." he whispered. "I'm right here."

Jane complied, her body exhausted from the battle of trying to stay alive. He reached up and turned the washcloth over, so the cold side was against her skin, then settled his hand over her heart. The steady rhythm managed to lull him into an exhaustive sleep.

Back in her arms he felt safe, the horrors his kidnappers had uncovered slowly drifting away. Together they would heal, and live to fight for their freedom.