5Chapter two is up guys. I will still be writing the one-shot fic as I have a load of ideas since that shocking season finale. (Shocked face) I watched the end of the episode hidden behind my hands no word of a lie.
Hope you like chapter two of 'The Definition of Leverage ' Please tell me what you think. For those new to this fic, it is not a continuance of the season finale, but it is based in the time where the director was threatening to expose Jane for the crimes she committed as Remi.
CHAPTER 2
THREE DAYS EARLIER
Kurt woke to the smell of burning. The shrill beeping of the fire alarm causing his eyes to fly open so fast, the light that was streaming in through the bedroom window burned his retinas. There was thick grey smoke that was slowly crawling in through the gap in the open door and there was a terrible crashing sound coming from the kitchen.
He sighed. This could only mean one thing and one thing only.
His wife was attempting to cook.
Stretching his back before throwing the covers to the side, his feet met the cold floor. He pushed himself to a standing position, stretching once more. He couldn't help but smirk as walked through the door of his bedroom and into the kitchen, watching with amusement as his wife wafted the thinning smoke through the open kitchen window.
"You know," he said, picking up the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. "You would think the woman who can make bombs with highly volatile chemicals, would be able to follow a recipe to make semi-edible pancakes." Avery giggled from her seat at the breakfast table, hiding her smirk behind a curtain o long dark hair. Jane looked over her shoulder with a scowl.
"Yeah," The young girl said playfully. Poking the back pancake that still lay smoking in the pan. "At least this time she didn't set the pan on fire." She giggled once more as Jane shot her a stern look.
"Shut up and eat your breakfast." She said with a hint of a smile. Avery looked down at her empty plate and to the charcoaled pancake that which was now, giving off a very peculiar smell.
"What breakfast?"
Jane smiled at Kurt and rolled her eyes, reaching for the chocolate bar that lay on the side and placing it on the plate in front of her daughter.
"That breakfast."
Avery looked down at her plate with a frown, taking in the large brightly coloured chocolate wrapper. Written across it in bright orange lettering read 'Double chocolate and peanut butter.' She smirked and shook her head slightly.
"Chocolate for breakfast...great parenting. "
Jane smirked at her before turning to face her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Kurt kissed back, pulling her closer. Behind her, Jane heard Avery make a nauseated noise.
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The couple arrived at FBI headquarters a little after 09:00. Having first dropped Avery off at the station to head back to Brown. The young girl had almost missed her train as Jane had pulled her into such a bone-crushing hug, it was difficult to pry the tattooed arms from her neck, pick up her luggage and narrowly avoid the closing doors. Jane waves at the train until it had disappeared from view.
The car park was strangely deserted as they started towards the front doors at a hurried pace, a strange sensation washing over Jane as she surveyed her surrounding with a growing sensation of being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she neared the door and as she crossed the threshold, she could feel herself being tackled to the floor, her arms getting pulled painfully behind her back and the familiar feel of cold steel clamping around her wrists.
"Get off of her. What the hell are you doing!" She heard her husband shouting behind her, craning her neck to watch as he was forcibly pushed against the far wall. There were three armed men holding him back, bright yellow letters staring at her from the back of an armoured vest. CIA.
"Stop resisting!" A harsh, cruel voice screamed in her ear, her shoulder protesting painfully as she was lifted to her feet. "Stop resisting!" it said again, louder and harsher this time.
"I'm not!" She shouted back, her teeth clenching painfully together.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked again. Jane followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Weitz sauntering towards them, a forced smile on his face, beside him was a tall blond man with a pointed face and a large hook nose. Jane recognized him as the Director of the 'Homeland security.'
"What the hell are you planning Weitz!" Kurt yelled. It took a fourth agent to help hold the man back. Weitz glanced at Kurt briefly before turning his gaze on his Jane.
"You really think you would get away with it?" He said. Jane could tell from the way he spoke he had rehearsed the lines many times before. "Breaking your mother out of Jail. Trying to start your little terror group back up. It ends now Jane."
"Or should we say. Remi Briggs?" The tall blond man said shortly, looking at Jane as if she were nothing but a disgusting bug on the bottom of his shoe. Jane clenched her teeth tighter, her eyes darting to Weitz who avoided her gaze.
"Your little plan to infiltrate the FBI and destroy this government from within has reached its end, Miss Briggs. It's over. You've lost."
"No, it's not what you think!" Kurt yelled, trying desperately to get to his wife. Out of the corner of her eyes, Jane could see a handful of agents has come to see what the commotion was. Wondering why exactly an army of CIA agents filled the foyer. Armed and armoured as if they were expecting a war.
"Jane Doe, you are under arrest for terrorism and war crimes. Treason, inciting mass panic, mass theft, mass murder…"
"Wow. That is a long rap sheet." The blond man said. Jane glanced down at his visitors' card. The surname, 'Ward' glaring at her under his shiny laminated badge. "Enough to put you away for the rest of your miserable and probably short life."
"You say that as if you're actually going to give me a trial this time." Jane spat. "We both know you're just gonna throw me in a hole."
Ward chuckled unkindly.
"They told me you were intelligent." He said, patting her on the cheek. He inclined his head towards the door and suddenly she felt a rough black bag placed over her head the protests of her husband become quieter and quieter as she was shoved in the back of what she assumed was a van.
Her heart beat fast in her chest as the van sped away and as her breathing became more and more laboured she closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm herself. No matter how hard she tried however, she could not seem to block that little voice in her head.
The one telling her it was over.
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"You snivelling little bastard!" Kurt yelled as he stormed into Weitz office, causing several agents to turn their heads towards the director's office. Matthew Weitz looked round at him as he calmly sat down at his desk, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We had a deal!" Weller shouted. "We don't expose you, you don't expose Jane"
Weitz liked his lips before answering.
"Sometimes things change." He answered. "I am the director of the FBI Agent Weller. I should not be protecting a known terrorist. Someone who has been on the FBI most wanted and has admitted to multiple attacks on this country. Multiple, unlawful killings and is not only the daughter but the associate of the late Ellen Briggs... The leader of a terrorist organization that tried a replace the entire U.S. administration to bomb the country!" Kurt clenched his fists to stop himself lashing out at the man.
"Miss Doe...or should I say, Remi Briggs, got exactly what she deserved." Weitz continued.
"And so will you...when I tell the world exactly what you did," Kurt said quietly, his eyes narrowing. Weitz once again licked his lips. Rising to a standing position, he walked around the desk and stopped just in front of Kurt.
"Let me make this very clear Agent Weller." He said, his voice low and threatening. "I can make sure that Janes incarceration is as comfortable or as...uncomfortable as possible." Kurt's clenched his jaw. "So if you want your wife to at least have a decent, less horrific experience in that hole the CIA and the DHS are going to throw her in, I would make sure you keep your mouth shut."
It took everything Kurt had from wrapping his hands around the man's neck and watching his face turn purple, waiting until the life was drained from his eyes.
"Now, you've had a traumatic morning. I suggest you take some time off." Weitz suddenly said cheerfully. "Close the door on your way out please."
Weitz turned his back and sauntered towards his desk once more, sitting down and opening a file. Kurt's legs felt like they were filled with lead as he walked through the door and out into the bullpen. He looked back to the director, his head now buried in the file he had opened only moments before. Then started towards Patterson's lab.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will be putting a note on the other fic just to let my readers know that from now on, the chapters will be getting posted here. Please tell me what you think.
