I do not own Blindspot or its characters. I just enjoy playing with them.

Roman and Jane join Weller and the team to bring down the organization, but the Jeller relationship isn't healed from all it's been through.

Introductions

Weller paused as he walked toward the steel door, trying to control his emotions. He opened the door and quickly walked in to Interrogation 2 at the FBI's NYO.

He looked at the man sitting at the table, calmly waiting for him. Roman was there of his own free will.

Jane had insisted- if the FBI wanted her help, Roman was part of the team. Although he hated it, Weller knew he needed them to destroy the organization they'd both been part of.

He knew Roman had ties to the organization and to Jane's past, but he also knew there was a lot he didn't know. Roman was a ghost, just like Jane - no record, no prints or DNA on file, and while it was clear he was there for Jane, the exact nature of their relationship wasn't. It made Weller's skin crawl.

Roman didn't trust the FBI or any of its agents, and he certainly didn't trust them with her.

Weller started with the basics - "Please state your full name for the record."

"You can call me Roman" he replied casually, without looking up.

"You know I'm the Assistant Director of -" Weller started to reply before Roman interrupted "and you know that I can disappear just as quickly as I appeared" he said, looking coolly in Weller's eyes "So you can call me Roman, and we can skip the bullshit."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here for Jane." he said, her name catching uncomfortably on his tongue as he said it. "While she's here, I'm here. And when she's gone, I'm gone. I'm here to keep her safe."

Weller didn't like the insinuation, "the FBI can keep its assets safe" he said, his voice turning a bit sharper. Roman scoffed "I've seen you keep her safe." he said, "and I've seen what you do, when you're done with your asset" he said, his voice growing stronger, but still calm. "So I'll say it again, I'm here to keep her safe."

Weller paused, and wondered for perhaps the millionth time today, if this was a good idea.

Jane

After the arrest (after he had arrested her), Jane had been transferred out of the NYO FBI's jurisdiction. Weller knew he couldn't be anything close to objective with her, and OK'd the transfer. And while he'd tried to block her out of his thoughts (tried…), he hadn't stopped researching Orion, Daylight…. and Mayfair. The team continued to uncover information about all three, plus the secret organization to which Jane had belonged.

There was still a lot to learn, but they knew enough to suspect Jane had also been a victim in all of it. And they'd been hitting walls in their work when Jane mysteriously returned.

Weller hadn't seen Jane for over three months when she showed up behind him, her gun pressed to the back of his head. He felt her before he saw her (he always did), but what he saw when he turned around took his breath away. It was still Jane, God she was beautiful, but her eyes had a cold and hardened edge. It was a look he'd seen too many times as an agent, the look of someone with nothing to lose. Instead of the warm calm he normally felt with Jane, he shuddered from the cold shiver than ran down his spine. How did she get here, and what the hell was going on?

Somehow, they had agreed to work together to bring down the organization that killed Mayfair and did this to Jane. Weller received FBI approval to move forward, and Jane agreed to participate if Roman was also included. Jane and Weller never spoke about what happened in the preceding months, there was too much between them and neither knew what to say. Instead, they stayed behind their respective walls, silently suffering.

Jane knew she wasn't part of the team, and wasn't willing to risk her safety with them. She could handle herself, and with Roman there, she felt safe enough. But Jane never forgot the team – and Weller - had discarded her without a second thought when they learned just the tip of the iceberg about her. That knowledge was like a fresh wound to her already broken heart each and every time she looked at them.

In the Field

They'd been in the field for two weeks. Jane, Roman, Reade, Zapata and Weller were following leads and tracking down criminals. They were remarkably successful, but it was dangerous work. And Weller was having a hard time keeping his mind on the job. How was he supposed to focus when she was right there? He knew they needed to talk, but he just didn't know how.

Had this all been a terrible mistake?

Jane remained aloof with all of them, barely speaking except to share tactical advice. The team was no warmer to her, there were too many questions, and it was easier to maintain the distance.

And no one knew what to think of Roman.

They all saw how the he was with Jane, and wondered what it was between the two of them.

It was clear Roman trusted Jane and that she was someone important to him. Jane's feelings for him seemed less clear, although reading her was almost impossible these days. Roman followed Jane's lead without question- always looking out for her. His eyes carefully surveyed everything when he was with her - searching for risks, enemies, anything that could be her undoing. But it was more than that. He seemed to be tuned in to what Jane needed emotionally as well. They all saw how gentle he could be with her, but no one noticed it as much as Weller.

One day, they were following a suspect when things went sideways. Weller watched as Roman stepped in front of Jane, covering her, before jumping into action. It was like a punch to his gut when he recognized the action from earlier that day, when Weller had approached Jane to talk to her. He realized Roman was protecting Jane from danger, and he was protecting her from him.

Did Jane need to be protected from him? Weller felt like throwing up. He realized that before this, in the midst of his rage and panic over Taylor, he'd pointed a gun at her head and refused to even let her speak. And sent her to jail... After all they'd been through, and all the assurances he'd offered her, he had turned on her in the worst possible way. Maybe she did need to protect herself from him…. He thought of Roman and Jane together and it made his gut ache, but he wasn't sure how much of it was guilt and how much was something else.

He still couldn't define the emotions he experienced when she was near; it was like nothing he'd ever known, but he knew watching her with Roman made him want to punch something.

What You Did

Back at the office, Weller decided he'd had enough. He couldn't stand seeing Jane like this, and couldn't stand the guilt he felt; he needed to talk to her. He couldn't watch her in the field day after day, putting her life at risk, acting like a mercenary that meant nothing to the team. It was like she didn't think she deserved to be there, and Weller couldn't shake the feeling she could disappear at any moment, never to be seen again. He knew he needed to start working through things with her.

He was looking for Jane when he ran into Roman.

Weller asked him if he knew where Jane was, and Roman just looked at him and scoffed. He shook his head and kept walking. Weller knew he should ignore it, but something in him just snapped. For weeks he'd watched Roman judge him, and act like all of them were beneath him. Everyone except Jane. "No problem, I'll find her" Weller said, and then, deciding to push, "I know Jane pretty well…" he mentioned. With that, Roman stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Weller.

"Do you?" Roman asked, "I doubt that. Because I can tell you don't trust her. And if you knew her at all, especially after all she's been through, and all she's done for you, you would. You don't know her at all, and you don't deserve to."

Weller's temper flared, all she's done for me - just what was this guy talking about, and what exactly had Jane been through?

But Weller didn't trust Roman, and was sick of him having the upper hand. He wanted to get under his skin, and before he could stop himself, Weller added "we've spent weekends getting to know each other, so I know a thing or two. It's nice to have her back."

So far, Roman had been cool, slightly detached, and seemingly immune to the rest of the team. But when he looked at Weller, there was no mistaking the hatred and anger in his stare. "Don't try to tell me you're sleeping with her, because I know she wouldn't do that."

Weller was trying to regain control "and how do you know that?" he asked.

Roman looked Weller directly in the eyes, paused, and took a moment to look him up and down, before continuing slowly, his face close to Weller and voice low "because if you were sleeping with her, you'd see her body.

And you'd see the cuts.

And the burns.

And the bruises that don't heal."

He noticed the Assistant Director hadn't blinked and hadn't taken a breath, so he continued, leaning just slightly closer.

"You'd see all the marks that weren't there when she crawled out of that bag with your name on her back, asking for your help. You'd see all the marks that weren't there before you arrested her, and left her for them."

Weller's ears were burning and he thought his throat might actually close. But Roman wasn't done.

"And if you were sleeping with her, you would have spent the night" (of course he would).

"And you would have seen how she fights sleep because she can't control the nightmares.

And you would have heard her scream, the way she does every night, when she remembers, and tries to keep fighting."

Roman paused and leaned back, looking Weller right in the eyes, "and I know her, and I know she'd never allow any of that. She'd never allow you to suffer. That's how I know."

As Weller tried to catch his breath, Roman continued "Assistant Director Weller, if you heard her scream, even once, you'd know why I was here. She trusted you, she put her life in your hands, and she learned her lesson. As I've told you, I'm here to keep her safe, and that means keeping her safe from you as much as any other threat. Believe me; Jane has learned never to trust anyone. She's been taught that lesson her whole damn life."

And with that, Roman shook his head angrily, turned around and walked away, leaving Kurt to absorb what he had just heard.