Well I wasn't going to write anymore for 5x05, but lurkingwhump twisted my rubber arm and begged me to rewrite the episode as if Kurt had never been kidnapped.

I'm sorry if it's a little repetitive to the episode ? ﾟﾏﾼ ️

I've taken the liberty of filling my badthingshappenbingo square "CPR".

TW for use of foul language.

Jane stumbled back into the bunker, her vision flashing, her side on fire. She could hear the team arguing, Kurt's voice rising up above the others.

"I'm going out to look for her!" he shouted. "Something must have happened. She should have gotten back around the same time as me and Tasha!"

A wave of pain rose up from her abdomen, causing her to stumble into the wall. She whimpered softly. Kurt… she needed to get to Kurt.

Determination coursing through her, she pushed back off the wall, limping into the compound.

"Jane!" Kurt cried, rushing to her side.

"Oh thank god you're ok!" Rich exclaimed coming towards her. Upon taking a second look at her he added. "You are ok, right?"

Kurt helped Jane into a chair.

"I ah… I got shot. But it's just a graze." she said matter of factly. "Ivy was there. She was at the meet. We need to find her." Jane said, pointing out the coordinates on the computer. "I saw her take off in a black SUV after I got shot. She's our best hope at figuring out what the Dabbur Zann are up to." She squeezed her eyes shut. Her pain was evident and Kurt couldn't ignore it.

"Here, let me take a look at you." he said, his concern for his wife rising.

Jane shook her head.

"I'm alright." she said in what she hoped was her most convincing tone. "If it makes you feel better, I'll put a bandage on it."

Kurt frowned. He knew his wife was stubborn, but she was hiding something.

"You guys need to focus on finding Ivy." she said, pushing herself to her feet. She bit back a cry of pain at the movement, leaving the room quickly before she had to answer questions. Right now finding Ivy was their main priority - she was the key to getting their lives back.

Jane locked herself in the small storage room and gingerly lifted up her shirt. Blood oozed down her abdomen, soaking the waistband of her jeans. She ripped open a couple of packets of gauze and applied as much pressure as she could without yelling out. The last thing she needed was her husband breaking down the door and finding her in this state.

He deserved to get home to his daughter. To his life. Patterson needed to get home to her family. They all had people waiting for them and finding Ivy was the easiest way to get there.

She stuck a large wound pad across the bullethole, hoping it would absorb enough of the blood for it to go unnoticed. She disposed of all of the blood soaked gauze, before taking a deep breath and heading back out to the others. She leaned up against a pole, surreptitiously clutching at her side. She could already feel her shirt soaking through.

"I can't believe this! So far this SUV has avoided every camera that we have managed to hack into! I am so sick of not having my actual lab!" Patterson cried, her voice laced with frustration.

"Ok, so what's next?" Jane asked, blinking heavily. She was fading faster than she thought she was going to.

Patterson shrugged.

"I'm not sure. I'm going to have to keep combing through this footage until something comes up."

"We need to find her." Kurt said almost desperately. "I haven't seen my daughter in three months… she's in the hospital. I need to see her."

"I know. I'm doing the best I can." Patterson said dejectedly.

"Maybe we should go back to where we last saw Ivy… look for clues." Kurt suggested.

Their voices faded with the ringing of her ears. A burning nausea rose up the back of her throat as her vision faded in and out. Jane felt like she was deep underwater, pressure and weight building up in her as if her blood was made of lead.

"We should go, now. We can't waste anymore time." Kurt growled. He couldn't just sit here and do nothing.

"There's gonna be a problem with that." Jane slurred, before collapsing to the floor with a thwack.

"Jane!" Kurt yelled, rushing to her side, Tasha and Patterson lifting up her shirt to inspect her injury.

"This is not a graze." Tasha breathed, shock laced through her words.

Kurt moved, cradling Jane's head in his lap. Patterson took his place, pressing down on the dressing Jane had applied earlier.

"There's no exit wound, but with this much blood, the bullet must be pressing up against something… an artery or an organ." Tasha said, looking up at Patterson.

"We've gotta get her to a hospital or at least a very shady veterinarian!" Rich cried out, watching Jane slowly gain consciousness. She cried out, the agony she was feeling finally winning the battle of hide and seek.

"Jane!" Kurt called, stroking her hair off her sweaty forehead.

"I'm ok." she cracked, trying to get her body back under control.

"No you're not." Kurt said incredulously. "You're bleeding out Jane. We need to get you to a doctor."

"No!" Jane cried. "We're not risking me, or anyone else by going back out there."

"Jane you've lost a lot of blood." Tasha said quietly. The thought of losing anyone else was making it hard to breathe. "That bullet needs to come out."

Decision made, Jane looked up at Patterson, giving her a determined look. "We're doing the surgery here."

"I'm sorry… surgery?" Rich cried in disbelief.

Patterson looked into Jane's eyes. There would be no changing her mind. Plus judging by how much blood she had already lost, she was too far gone to move anyway.

"Ok let's prep." she said with a tone of finality. "We don't have much time."

Patterson and Rich left to gather their supply of medical equipment and Tasha was sorting out a makeshift surgical table. Kurt placed a pillow under her head, before pressing down firmly, yet gently on her abdomen.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything?" he asked gently.

"Be-Bethany." she stuttered through the pain.

Kurt hung his head in understanding. She had put herself second, yet again. "Oh Jane." he whispered softly.

"Let's get her off the floor." Tasha said quietly.

Kurt nodded in agreement, Tasha replacing his hands on Jane's stomach while Kurt gently lifted her into his arms. Jane screamed in pain, burying her face into his neck to try and ground herself.

"Shhh shh, it's ok." Kurt soothed, pressing his lips to her forehead. Jane was breathing heavily in his arms, he knew she would be more comfortable laying flat so he carefully put her down, though, he wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms and shield her from the pain.

"Just breathe baby." he said instead, sharing a worried look with Tasha. They were very quickly running out of time.

Patterson and Rich reappeared with all of the medical equipment they could carry.

"How's she doing?" Patterson asked Tasha, who was still holding pressure to her wound.

"She's ok…" Tasha replied.

"She's not going to be ok for much longer." Kurt said urgently. "She needs blood."

"We have that covered." Patterson said, starting an IV in Jane's hand.

"I'm sorry? Is there a Red Cross somewhere around here that I don't know about?" Rich asked confused.

Patterson shook her head. "Tasha has the same blood type. We can do an intravenous transfusion."

"No… we can't." Rich burst out. The deathglare Tasha directed at him didn't go unnoticed.

"What do you mean no we can't. What is going on with you two?" Patterson asked, clearly exasperated.

"We just can't." Rich said, giving a pointed look to Tasha. There was no way he was going to be the one to spill the beans. Tasha needed to do that herself.

"Jane's life is at risk!" Patterson cried. "We don't have much time left!"

"I'm pregnant." Tasha said softly.

Rich sighed in relief, so thankful that he wasn't the only one to know now.

"Oh… right… well that complicates things a bit." Patterson said softly. She was more than a little hurt that Tasha hadn't told her sooner. They were supposed to be best friends.

"It complicates things a lot." Kurt piped up. "She needs blood."

"Yes she does." Tasha said. "Prep me for a transfusion."

"No!" Jane said, finally speaking up. She had listened to them bicker for long enough. "It's too dangerous for you to donate. We will have to find another way. End of discussion."

"There is no other way." Patterson told them.

"How much time does the saline buy me?" Rich pointed at the saline, an idea brewing in his mind.

"I don't know… maybe an hour." Patterson replied, clearly not in the mood for Rich's games.

"I have a guy…"

"You have a blood guy?" Kurt asked.

"Give me forty five minutes!" Rich exclaimed. "Fifty tops!" And with that he was gone.

Jane blew out a long shaky breath.

"In the meantime, let's keep looking for Ivy." she croaked, her voice wobbly from the pain.

"On it." Patterson said, giving Jane's hand a squeeze, before retreating to her desk.

"Keep pressure on that." Tasha directed to Kurt, knowing he wouldn't leave Jane's side for a second.

When they were finally alone, he sat beside her, keeping his hands firmly placed on her injury.

"How are you holding up?" he asked softly, frightened by the ghostly pallor to her skin. She was losing blood fast, but he knew doing the surgery without the blood was too risky. They just needed to be patient.

"I'm ok…" Jane whispered. At his raised eyebrow she closed her eyes and took a breath. "Ok… so I'm not ok…"

Kurt shook his head.

"You should have told us." he said, his face screwing up in emotional distress. He knew the reason she didn't tell him was because she wanted to give them the best chance at finding Ivy.

"I thought I could hold hold on long enough for us to find her…" Jane replied softly, her energy levels spent.

Kurt sighed. "You really are a stubborn one aren't you?"

Jane chuckled, only to regret it instantly when the movement caused pain waves so intense, they stole her breath away.

Kurt, noticing her distress, started shushing her softly. "Sshh it's ok…" he said softly. "Just breathe baby."

Jane groaned in pain, trying not to hyperventilate as her breath hitched. "Ohh… god…" she breathed out through clenched teeth.

"That's right, just relax." He watched her breathing slowly calm down and even out. She slipped away into a fitful sleep, though he knew she was probably closer to passing out than actually getting any real sleep. They needed that blood. And soon.

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"How's she doing?" Patterson asked Kurt, not liking what she was seeing. She was deathly white, her eyes sunken in and her skin taking on a sickly hue.

"Bad… I'm doing bad…" Jane replied for him. "How's that blood coming?"

At Patterson's expression she knew they still hadn't heard from Rich.

"We need to start the surgery now…" Jane rasped.

"No… Jane… without that blood, doing the surgery is too risky. You've already lost too much…" Patterson exclaimed.

Jane closed her eyes. "I'm running out of time." she whispered. "We need to start the surgery now… we just need to hope he makes it back in time, for us to finish."

Patterson closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know I act like I know everything… and ok I know a lot… but this is very out of my comfort zone."

"Mine too…" Tasha added. "I mean I know some field medicine.. but this… this is very different."

"Jane… it's not too late to call the hospital." Kurt said in his last hope that they wouldn't have to do something so barbaric to his wife.

Jane shook her head.

"Even with my fake passport… my tattoos are too easily recognised…" she grunted in pain, whimpering from the effort of talking.

"She's right…" Patterson sighed. "But I honestly don't think I can do this…"

Jane reached out for her hand… "It's ok… I'll talk you through it… we are doing this together." she said, taking Tasha's hand on her other side.

"What can I do?" Kurt asked, still applying pressure to Jane's abdomen.

"Just be here…" Was all Jane replied. Kurt complied, removing his gloves and moving so he was standing at the head of the table. He stroked her hair back from her damp forehead, kissing her head softly.

"Kurt… can you get me the mirror? So I can see what they're doing?"

Kurt shared a look with Patterson and Tasha. "Ok Jane…" he said before moving off to the shared bathroom to grab it. He put it on the stand, moving it so Jane could see her abdomen.

"Ready?" Jane asked.

After a moment's hesitation, both Patterson and Tasha replied.

"Ready." they said before moving to their required positions.

"Ok you're going to want to remove the bandage... and then clean the area and numb it with lidocaine."

"Ok ok…" Patterson replied, putting on a pair of gloves and gently peeling off the bandage.

"Slowly… slowly." Jane said softly.

The moment the bandage was off, blood started to run down Jane's side again, soaking the sheet underneath. Patterson grabbed some gauze off of Tasha and placed it on the wound. When Jane cried out in pain she loosened her hold, only to have Jane's hand press down on top of her own. Jane cried out in pain, but through determination and sheer stubbornness, she didn't pass out again.

Tasha prepped the iodine and lidocaine, passing them one after another to Patterson. With the wound numbed and disinfected they were ready.

"Come on Jane… don't give up now…" Kurt said softly, seeing she was on the brink of passing out again. Jane blinked heavily in response. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake.

"Ok… now's the fun part…" Jane breathed, her voice laced with pain.

"Where we call the hospital and take you in?" Patterson asked, almost hopefully.

Jane offered her a small reassuring smile. "You can do this."

Patterson tried to smile back, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Was this the last conversation she would ever have with her friend? What if she killed her?

"Ok… first, you're going to want to make a small cut - about an inch long, on either side of the wound - so you can see what you're doing." Jane instructed.

"Ok… yeah… no big deal." Patterson muttered, but grabbed the scalpel all the same. She made the first incision. "Ok, one more." she continued, making the incision on the opposite side. "Is that enough? Please tell me that's enough!"

"It's enough." Jane said, nodding weakly. "Ok now you're going to need to use the retractor to open the wound, so you can see what you're doing." she said, straining so she could see in the mirror.

Tasha handed the retractor to Patterson. She placed it in the wound, spreading it open. Blood began to rise from within, spilling out and running down Jane's abdomen causing Jane cried out in discomfort.

"It's ok baby. Just keep breathing." Kurt murmured softly. He stroked her hair, trying to offer her as much comfort as he could. It was killing him to see her this way. But he needed to remain strong for her. She was trying to be brave and if he broke down, he knew she would lose her reserve.

Jane took a sharp breath in through her nose, trying to quell her torment with sheer brainpower.

"Now take the clamp and find the bullet." she croaked huskily.

Patterson took the clamp off of Tasha. Staring at it as if it was a snake. "Cool cool cool cool cool." she muttered. She swallowed heavily before pushing the clamp inside Jane's abdomen. "Ok… I think I can feel it." she said, slowly pulling the bullet to the surface.

"Nice and steady…" Jane breathed.

Just as she got the bullet to the entrance, the clamp slipped. Jane let out a cry, turning her head into Kurt's neck to try and hide her agony.

Patterson stared at her in horror, eyes wide in apology. "Sorry!" she said desperately. This was by far the craziest thing she had ever done… she just wanted it to be over.

Jane managed to compose herself, enough to look Patterson in the eye. "It's ok…" she said bravely. "Try again."

"Ok… lots of blood… Tasha can you flush it for me?" Patterson asked. Tasha responded, immediately flushing saline onto the wound to try and clear the blood. "Ok… hold this." Patterson said, indicating for Tasha to hold the retractor open.

She reinserted the clamp, searching gently for the bullet again.

"Ok… I've got it."

"Slowly…" Jane instructed, though there was a pleading tone to her voice. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She could feel herself going into hypovolemic shock. Her vision was greying around the edges and she was cold… so so cold.

Jane watched through the mirror as Patterson successfully removed the bullet from inside of her. She couldn't help the gasp of relief from escaping.

"We have a lot of blood here!" Patterson said again, pressing down on her wound.

"You're going to need to check what kind of damage there is." Jane slurred. She was finding it harder to get words out. "How's that blood coming along?" she added, starting to feel a bit desperate.

Patterson shared a look with Tasha. If Rich didn't get back soon…

"Ok I'm going in." Patterson said, trying to evade Jane's earlier question. "Lots of blood…" she stuck her finger inside the wound, feeling around. "I can't feel any damage though… I think we're good." she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jane's breathing hitched, her body losing the battle. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her head lolled to the side as unconsciousness swept up to claim her.

"Jane…" Kurt gasped.

"Jane! Stay with us!" Tasha cried, trying to rouse her. "Screw it… prep me for a transfusion."

"I'm here!" Rich shouted, running into the room.

"What took you so long!" Patterson scolded.

"What took me so long?" Rich asked incredulously. "To get human blood?" He opened the chiller, pulling the transfusion out and hanging it on the hook. "Oh… that's so much worse than I thought it was gonna be." he cringed, looking at her wound.

"Jane…" Kurt said again, brushing her face gently. She didn't respond. She wasn't even reacting to the pain anymore. "Jane?" he asked, moving his hand from his face to her neck. "Oh fuck!" he shouted, moving around the table and starting compressions of her chest. "Get that blood hooked up!" he cried.

Tasha scrambled around to where Rich had hung the bag, connecting it to her IV.

"I'm gonna pack the wound." Patterson cried, knowing if they had any chance at bringing Jane literally back from the dead, that they had to stop the bleeding. She wouldn't be able to stitch her up with Kurt performing CPR.

They ran the transfusion through as quickly as they safely could, needing to get her blood volume back up.

"Don't leave me… not after everything!" Kurt panted, the effort of performing compressions taxing his strength. "Come on!" he shouted.

The others watched on helplessly, all sharing looks of despair. Were they really about to lose another member of their team?

Tasha moved to the head of the table, putting her fingers on Jane's neck. "Weller… stop for a second."

He ceased compressions as instructed, Tasha checking her pulse. She shook her head, eyes wide in fear. "Nothing."

"No!" Kurt cried, starting compressions again. Sweat poured off of him, but he didn't care. He was only concerned with getting his wife's heart beating again. He was NOT going to lose her.

"Start an IV in her other hand and push the Ringer's. Our only hope is to get as much fluid into her as possible." Patterson ordered. Tasha did as asked, running the Ringer's solution wide open.

After a few agonising moments, Jane started gasping for breath, her facing contorting in agony.

"Jane!" Kurt cupped her chin. "Please open your eyes baby." he begged, choking down tears. Jane's eyes fluttered, but she couldn't muster the strength to actually open them. She grimaced, soft whimpers of pain escaping her throat. Kurt stroked her hair back. "Sshhh it's ok… you just rest."

Within seconds Jane was unconscious again. An eerie silence fell over the team as they all watched her chest rise and fall.

"I never want to do that again." Rich piped up first. "Nope. Never. Again." With that he left the room, muttering under his breath.

Patterson blew out a lungful of air. "We should.. ah… I should stitch her up." she said. She could feel the adrenaline of the last hour starting to wear off. She needed to get Jane stitched up before she became a quivering mess on the floor.

Tasha wordlessly came around to assist, Kurt taking place at Jane's head again. He placed his hand on her heart, needing the reassurance that it was beating.

They finished suturing her wound quickly, Patterson covering it with a fresh, thick bandage, before she pulled her gloves off.

"I need a minute." she stated, before walking away. "Yell if you need me." she called over her shoulder, then disappeared.

"I'll give you some space." Tasha said quietly. She knew Kurt needed a moment to come to terms with what had nearly happened. She felt shaky and jittery from the ordeal, so she could only guess how he was feeling.

He pulled a seat over, sitting beside her and taking her hand, mindful of the IV.

"Well fuck…" he breathed. How many times did he have to watch her nearly die? That was the third time he had had to perform CPR on her in the time he had known her.

He pulled down the collar of her shirt, exposing her chest. He could already see the bruises starting to blossom. He was pretty sure he had broken a couple of ribs in his effort to get her back. She was going to be darn sore the next time she woke up.

He sat there quietly, keeping vigil over his sleeping wife. Her heart had only stopped beating for a short while before he started compressions, but he was still worried at the lack of oxygen to her brain...

He shook his head. He wasn't going to worry about the 'ifs', he needed to focus on right now.

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It had been a few hours since the surgery and Jane's vitals were remaining strong. She had gained a little colour back in her cheeks, but she still looked deathly ill.

The rest of the team had taken it in turns to check on them both - once they had managed to calm themselves down a little. Kurt hadn't left her side once. Patterson administered some morphine, once she was confident that Jane's blood pressure wasn't going to plummet again.

"I'm going to move her to our room." Kurt said the next time Patterson showed up in the doorway. "She will be warmer and more comfortable."

Patterson nodded in agreement, offering to help him with the IV stands.

Kurt picked Jane up carefully, holding her as tightly to his chest as he could. Slowly he made his way to their room, Patterson following with the stands. He lay her gently on the bed, trying his best not to jostle her injury.

Patterson set up the IV stands at the head of the bunk, before leaving them alone again.

It was over an hour later, when Jane started shifting on the bed.

"Jane..." Kurt said gently.

Jane cracked her eyelids open, blinking softly.

"Kurt?" she whispered. She tried to take a deeper breath, only to fall short, her chest too sore to expand properly. "Wha-?"

"Ssshhh… just relax." Kurt said softly, moving so he was in her field of vision. "Your heart stopped after Patterson got the bullet out." Kurt explained. "I'm sorry… I think I broke a couple of ribs doing compressions."

"It's ok." Jane whispered. "I'm sorry." she said quietly. She knew how hard that must have been for her to watch.

"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked.

"Tired." she mumbled, her eyes falling closed again.

Kurt smiled softly, gently stroking her hair from her forehead.

"Get some rest baby. I'll be right here."

Jane let out a small sound of acknowledgement, before drifting back off into a healing sleep.

'She is going to be sore tomorrow!' Kurt thought, wincing sympathetically. But at least there was going to be a tomorrow. It had taken all of them to save her life. And he would be forever grateful to his family.

Now all they had to do was find Ivy and get their lives back. Jane, however, would be sitting this next mission out. He needed her to rest and recover. He needed to keep her safe and hidden.

He reached out and tucked the thick woollen blanket under her chin, before kissing her softly on the eyelid.

"Sweet dreams baby." he said softly. "Thank you for not dying." He leaned back in his chair, hoping that that would be the last time he ever had to perform CPR on his wife.