Blindspot: An Honest Recap [10/?]

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Blindspot: An Honest Recap [10/?]
Blindspot ► Kurt, I….umm…I totally beat you up the stairs.
There's just so much to love about 1x21.
Jeller in the vents
Jeller setting fires and Patterson encouraging them
Jeller and the golden gun
Jeller and 'I totally beat you up the stairs'
Mayfair and Zapata's heart-to-heart - I will never get over the fact that Mayfair cries 💔
Reade and Sarah in the most awkward/deadly trapped-in-an-elevator scenes ever
Weitz being a smug, slimy man
Jane realising how much she's screwed up by trusting Oscar
1x01 ☕ || 1x19 🫖
BLINDSPOT 4.01 “Hella Duplicitious”
martingero Happy Day After Your Birthday @jaimiealexander! #Blindspot returns March 22nd!
Pellington is back!!! I love when this douchebag is around because it always brings good Jeller moments with it 😂
Shhhhhh... Summary: All Jane wants is a quiet peaceful weekend.
“Shhh,” she warned him abruptly.
Kurt looked over towards her— lying on a lounge chair matching his, her eyes he was sure were closed behind her sunglasses— and he chuckled.
“Excuse me?” He replied with a smirk.
Remodeled
Summary: short Jeller-ish fillet set in early s2.
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“Son of a bitch!”
Patterson jumped back from her locker for a moment but it’s didn’t take a genius to know who’s voice that was— or who other than her had already clocked in at work.
For the past two months, Kurt Weller— now the assistant director at the NYO— had been arriving at the office at 5am, walking into the gym by 5:15am, then to the locker room at 6:30am, to be at his desk every morning at exactly 7am. It wasn’t exactly the healthiest of lifestyles, but no one was going to confront him about it.
“Everything ok?” Patterson asked, moving away from her locker to look at him.
“What the hell was the point of remodeling the locker room?” Kurt grumbled as he buttoned up his short, “the old one was perfectly fine.
Patterson remembered clearly the headache that was the remodeling process. They’d just lost Jane, Mayfair had been missing for just a few days, and Weller had just walked back into the office from his father’s funeral when a young intern from upstairs stepped off the elevators with a stack of paper for Weller to sign to approve the remodeling and initiate construction works.
None of if had been planned or even discussed at SIOC. They later learned that Mayfair had been informed of the plans but all decisions were being done by the suits upstairs. Their job at SIOC was to just stay out of the way and cramp into smaller offices as the remodeling work was underway.
Weller was not amused by any of it, but with everything that was happening and Pellington breathing down his neck, he just signed the papers and internalized the rage.
“The locker room was working perfectly fine! It’s been doing it’s job for twenty years! Now suddenly we have to love things around and reorganize things and shift things! Why?!” Weller ranted on.
“At least the showers now have doors that lock,” Patterson tried to make light of the mood.
“Yeah, well I still liked the older locker room better,” Weller sighed his reply.
I liked walking in every morning to see Jane.
I liked that we got to have our little private moment in the morning to catch up.
I liked checking in on her after her session with Borden when she’d be struggling with the weight of it all.
I liked ending the day with her in here getting to see her before I head back home.
I liked when there was no one else here but us.
I liked when I got to hold her in my arms, allow myself to imagine a future together, to make her smile and then kiss her until we were both out of breath.
“The old locker room was better.”
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“Shit!”
Jane groaned as her shin hit the corner of the bench that sat between the rows of lockers.
“Who’s the genius who decided to put this bench here?” She mumbled.
The remodeling of some of the spaces in SIOC was one of the first things that she noticed when she came back. She’d not mentioned it out loud, but a part of her resented it— resented him for it.
She spent three months at a CIA black site getting tortured because of him, and he spent three months choosing color swatches and matching them to wood samples. She dropped down and sat on the obtrusive bench and sighed— burying her face in her hands. Of all the things that had happened over the last three months, of all the feelings and emotions and turmoil, this somehow found a way to hurt a lot.
She wasn’t exactly sure what this was though.
All she knew was that she liked the old locker room better— even if this one had better doors to the showers.
She liked walking in every morning knowing her morning was going to be a good one because she’s about to see Kurt.
She liked that they were always the first two in every morning because it meant they’d get a moment or two that was just them.
She liked knowing he’d be there waiting for her as she dragged her feet into the locker room after her long sessions with Borden— that he’d be there for her when she needed him— needed a someone to talk to or just a shoulder to lean on.
She liked how they’d end up there at the end of the day, about to go their separate ways, listening across the room as Reade and Tasha bantered about one thing or another, as the two of them— Kurt and her— shared looks across the room— looks that we’re often louder than anything they’d said all day.
She like more when there was no one else in there but the two of them.
She liked when he’d looked at her with that sexy crooked smile, when she’d allowed herself to hope for something more between them, when he’d taken the two confident steps towards her, cupped her cheek and kissed her until their kisses merged with their giggles and she couldn’t stop smiling.
“The old locker room was better.”
Blindspot Rewatch - 1x15 - Older Cutthroat Canyon
She’s not running. She’s protecting us.
“Every second you’re out here puts you in more danger. We stop playing his game. We pull you out of the FBI”
François Arnaud and Jaimie Alexander -> Bonnie and Clyde
“You almost seemed happy to see me for a second.“
“I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
May I present you… these two idiots.👆
‘I think I've saved myself by saving you’
I love this line in Let Me Love the lonely by James Arthur, because it so much reminds me of these two; it’s basically them. ❤️
“I wanna stop.I want to leave the FBI.”
Kurt Weller in Season 1 #17
(Blindspot Season 1, Episode 14 - Rules in Defiance)