Author's Note: I have absolutely no internet connection at the moment, but my housemate has generously allowed me to hotspot his mobile data (that sounds kinkier than it is) in order to update this. :D Thank you to everyone who's following along with this one - I know it's not my usual pairing (or at least, not JUST my usual pairing), so the enthusiasm is really appreciated. And now I must return to the Dark Ages until the phone engineer sorts out whatever the wire fault is - hopefully tomorrow, but I've learned not to trust anything when it comes to phone companies.

It was freezing up here on the roof, but it beat being down there amongst the CSU team in this ridiculous dress. Every single person Jane had interviewed had commented on it, and she'd had to explain it every single time. She just wished she could take it off and throw it off the roof.

And then let Kurt drive her home in her underwear, stockings and heels? Rich would love that. And Kurt and Allie very much wouldn't.

At least she'd been able to strip off the long evening gloves and gaudy bracelet she'd been wearing to the party. She'd handed them over to Zapata, who was about to leave, with a sigh of relief. Evening gloves were the least practical thing ever, though in an unarmed fight against a knife, like the one she'd had with Sho Akhtar, she guessed it was better to have thin forearm protection than none at all. She was lucky she hadn't ended up needing it.

God, this case had been a nightmare, and not just because they'd lost a convicted criminal, eleven works of art, and a wanted forger. It was a miracle Allie was even still speaking to Jane. Rich had made out like Allie was the sole reason Jane and Kurt weren't in a relationship, and Jane had wanted to sink into the floor with every inappropriate comment.

At one point, she'd even wanted to snap, Look, Rich, I tried to tell him how I felt. But then Oscar showed up and told me to meet him after I got my detail dropped. I'd already failed to meet him the night before, because we were in Turkey, and I was afraid he'd disappear without giving me any of the answers I needed about my past, so I stood Kurt up. I thought he would ask for an explanation the next day, but it turns out he didn't even show up to the park, because he thinks a relationship with me is too complicated. So shut the hell up, because I tried and I failed, and now he's happy with Allie, and I've fucked my ex-fiancé twice, because I feel so lonely and confused about who I used to be. So stop pouring salt in my wounds, you insufferable jerk. You have no idea what kind of mess you're making worse.

She stared down at the street, many storeys below. Maybe if she'd slapped Rich's hand away—or his nose—before he'd snorted the coke, he wouldn't have been able to find the courage to jump. Then again, if prison was the alternative, he'd probably have jumped anyway.

"Don't tell me you're planning to follow Rich off that ledge. I can't take any more failure today."

Jane looked around, startled, as Allie approached. "It might be fun, if I had a parachute built into this dress. But somehow, I don't think there's enough room."

"It's a gorgeous dress, though." Allie leaned against the railing next to her, looking down at where Rich Dotcom should have been splattered all over the pavement.

Okay, maybe that was a little mean. But I can't believe I wore this stupid dress for nothing.

"I wish you'd been the one to wear it, honestly," she confided in Allie. "Formalwear is just so not me."

"Jane, you look amazing. Just like you did last time I was at the NYO." Allie rolled her eyes. "I dream of legs like yours."

"Thanks." A little unsure how to respond to such an appreciative comment, Jane looked down at the dress, then back out into the night. "I just feel…"

"Freezing?" Allie grinned.

"Well, that too."

Allie shrugged out of her jacket and placed it over her shoulders. "Here, warm up a little."

Okay, that was unexpected. "Are you sure? Don't want you to be cold."

"Nah, my rage will keep me warm." They both laughed at that, then Allie added, "God, I didn't think people as annoying as Rich Dotcom actually existed."

Jane wriggled into the jacket, glad to be a little more insulated from the cold. "Seems to be a common reaction. Kurt and I both thought the same, the first time we met him." Inwardly, she cringed. Mentioning Kurt to Allie right now didn't seem like the best idea, but the words were already out. She'd have to follow up. "Listen, Allie… I know Rich said some pretty upsetting things today. I just…I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry if he made you doubt yourself. I think you and Kurt are great for each other, and I would never want to get in the middle of that."

Allie was quiet for a moment, and Jane didn't dare look at her, for fear of what she might see in the Marshal's face. Then, just as Jane was about to start babbling again, Allie spoke. "Well, that's a shame, since I came over here to see if you wanted to come home with us tonight."

Jane looked up sharply, unsure if she was supposed to laugh at the offhand comment. But Allie's face was serious, save for a hint of flirtation in her eyes.

"What—? I, uh, I don't… Allie, I—"

Allie smiled. "Relax, Jane. I know this is kind of out of nowhere, but… Rich was right about me being into women, and I happened to overhear you telling Kurt you think I'm beautiful, so…"

Jane flushed and burrowed deeper into Allie's jacket. It smelled like Allie—a hint of perfume and Allie's individual scent beneath, much stronger than Jane would be able to smell it unless her nose were pressed against Allie's skin—so the move didn't really help. "But you and Kurt are together."

"It wouldn't be the first time we've invited someone into our bed for the night. Okay, the other time was years ago, but I think we'd all have fun if we do it again."

Jane stared at her, the image driving deep into her brain and sticking there. How would it feel to have two people touch and kiss her at once? And for one of them to be Kurt Weller? And what would it be like to be so close to a gorgeous woman like Allie?

A shiver ran through her at the thought, one not brought on by the chilly air.

"I... Even if I did want to, I really doubt Kurt would be into that." There. That was an easy way out, one that meant she didn't have to confront the curiosity and longing at the back of her mind.

Allie sighed. "Okay, Jane, let's be real about this. Rich wasn't pulling the things he said from nowhere, and we all know it. There's something there between you two, and I'd have to be blind not to have seen it while we were all working together today."

Alarmed, Jane opened her mouth to reply, but Allie gently covered her mouth with one hand, smiling and shaking her head. "It's okay. I'm not accusing you of anything. I know Kurt hasn't been cheating on me, and I know you haven't been trying to persuade him to do that."

Jane relaxed a little—but only a little. Where was Allie going with this?

"I'm just saying there's some obvious tension between you and Kurt, and I don't know what happened between you two before he started dating me again, but…" She shrugged. "That's none of my business. I just think that since you guys are attracted to each other, and I'm attracted to both of you, and maybe you might be a little curious about what we might be like together…"

Jane bit her lip, trying to gather her thoughts. "I don't know if I've ever been with a woman before."

"Everyone's gotta have a first time. And honestly, I'm not shy about giving instructions to help you out if you need it."

Jane shifted her weight from one foot to the other, which only made her aware of the arousal that was making her underwear stick to her. Allie's voice was softer now, a little seductive, a little playful. Jane's feelings for Kurt had always dwarfed anything she might have felt towards anyone else—unless she could remember past interactions, the way she did with Oscar—but with Allie so close, so obviously hitting on her, it was hard not to notice the way her own body was responding.

She closed her eyes. "I…I just can't imagine Kurt wanting to do this. Not with me."

Allie slid her hands inside the jacket she'd loaned Jane, resting her hands on either side of Jane's waist. "Look behind you."

Oh, no. Please don't let this be what I think it is. Jane steeled herself and looked.

Kurt was leaning against the wall next to the doorway that led downstairs, watching them, and Jane wanted to cover her face with her hands in pure humiliation. Oh, god, how are we gonna work together every day after this conversation?

His face held a hint of a smile, and he raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement of her shocked gaze, but he didn't move.

"We already talked about it," Allie murmured in her ear, drawing her attention back to their discussion. "If you're in, so is he."

Jane gazed down at her, knowing she should move away, give back Allie's jacket, apologise to them both and run for the door. But her body overruled her sense of self-preservation, keeping her stuck in place like a Doe in headlights, Kurt's gaze feeling like a spotlight on her back, and Allie's attention focused completely on her face.

It was strange to look downward into someone's eyes, instead of up, from this close—she was a good three inches taller than Allie, plus the extra height the heels gave her. Allie would have to stand on tiptoe to reach her lips right now—and why was she thinking about that? Where was this desire coming from? Did she just have a weakness for anyone who let her know they were interested, or had the ZIP erased the knowledge that she was bisexual from her memory?

"Allie," she started helplessly.

"Did you see the way he's holding his jacket? Think he's hiding something?" Allie's eyes sparkled devilishly.

She can't be implying what I think she is…can she?

Allie pressed closer, her focus drifting down to Jane's lips. "Any objections to me kissing you?"

Yes. No. Oh, god, I don't know. This is such a bad idea, but I want it.

Then Allie lifted up on her toes, softly touching her lips to Jane's, and Jane instinctively slid her hand to the back of Allie's neck, bending down to meet her halfway. It was different—both of the men she remembered kissing had been stubbled, their skin deliciously scratchy against her fingers and lips, but Allie was so smooth and soft—but had a heady attraction of its own. Jane fell into it easily, almost forgetting that Kurt was watching them.

Until his arms slid around her from behind, his lips brushing against her neck.

Oh, god… Jane's knees went weak. Only the way she was supporting some of Allie's weight kept her from melting back against Kurt.

She pulled back from Allie's kiss, breathless. "I can't believe this is happening."

Allie smiled, and Kurt laughed softly in her ear, sending her skin tingling into goosebumps. "Allie's pretty persuasive when she decides she wants something. Or someone."

Jane was about to turn in his arms, to ask him if he was really okay with this, but then Allie's fingers teased the fringe hanging from the hem of her dress, and Jane was immediately distracted.

"Hmm…" Allie said, walking her fingers partway up under the dress. "Hey, Kurt, I was right about the stockings."

"Don't tease too much. Not here." Kurt pressed a little harder against Jane's back, and Jane caught her breath at the feel of his hard cock against her ass.

"You're telling me you didn't just let Jane feel how turned on you are?" Allie inched her fingers a little higher.

Jane ached for their touch, and yet their interplay irritated her. She sidestepped out from between them, turned to face them both, and took a step back for good measure. "I'm not some kind of toy for you guys to play with. I know you're a couple, and that makes things a little different to how it is for me, but if we do this, I need you to talk to me, not about me, okay?"

Allie nodded immediately, contrite. "Sorry. We should probably talk a little before we start this properly. Maybe in the car?"

Kurt nodded, his eyes fixed on Jane. She could sense how conflicted he was—did he really want to do this, or had Allie made him feel like he had no choice?—but then he closed the distance between them, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Hey. If you'd rather not do this at all…"

She closed her eyes, hiding her sudden rush of sadness from him. Allie is intriguing me, but I'm really only doing this because it's the only way I can have you. Just this one night. I don't want to lose this chance.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and gave Kurt a small smile. "No, I do want to. I just want you both to remember I'm a person, not something you can use to get each other off, that's all."

He nodded. "That's fair. I'm sorry."

She wanted desperately to kiss him, but they were supposed to be getting out of here. If she started right now, when they'd hardly done anything, she knew Allie would notice how intensely she wanted Kurt, compared to the much more tentative kiss they'd shared.

She turned to look at Allie instead, ending the charged moment with Kurt. "Okay, let's go."

What about Oscar? her brain finally asked, as they headed towards the stairs.

She dismissed the thought. She and Oscar weren't engaged now—and sleeping with someone two nights in a row didn't mean they were in a relationship. He had no right to be angry, or even to know she was doing this.

Somehow, they managed to get out of there without the CSU techs figuring out they were all incredibly aroused. Allie patted herself on the back on the way to the car, pushing away a pang of loss over her relationship with Kurt. He and Jane hadn't even kissed on the lips yet, and already it was obvious how strongly they were magnetised to each other.

But that's why you're doing this, right? Because he'll never get his head out of his ass on his own. And at least he won't try to talk you into taking him back, if he's with Jane after you leave.

They reached Kurt's car, and Allie turned to him. "So, are you gonna give me your keys so you can ride in the back with Jane, or would you rather listen to us make out instead?"

She wasn't surprised when he reached for the driver's door. "No one drives my car but me."

Allie glanced at Jane. "Predictable, right?"

"Every now and then, I offer to drive us somewhere for work, and I get the same response," Jane said, amused.

Allie opened the backseat door just as Kurt slammed the driver's door, so they still heard him say over his shoulder, "Jane, you don't have a license."

"Clearly I do. We just don't know what false name I was using when I got it," Jane said.

"Doesn't help if you flip the car during a car chase, and we don't have any proof that you ever passed your test to show the insurance company."

"Okay, that was one time." Jane rolled her eyes.

Glad she seemed to have loosened up, Allie got into the backseat and slid over to give Jane room. Then she beckoned. "I promise I'll be good until we've talked everything through."

Jane hesitated, then got in.

"Buckle up, ladies," Kurt reminded them.

"I'll pass. I have plans," Allie said, sliding her hand over Jane's.

"Yeah, and if you're gonna be distracting back there, I'm gonna be at higher risk of running the car off the road, so…"

Jane reached for her seatbelt. "We need to talk anyway."

Classic Kurt. Allie strapped herself in. "There. Happy now?"

"Getting there." Kurt put the car into gear and manoeuvred out of the parking spot.

Jane was gazing down at her hands, clearly wondering just how they'd talked her into this. If Allie didn't keep her from becoming too anxious, she was liable to change her mind.

"So, Jane…" she said, taking Jane's hand and running her fingers along the inside of her wrist. "Where are your limits? Is there anything you don't want to do, or don't want us to do?"

Jane watched Allie's fingers, taking a shaky breath. Nerves, lust, or a combination of the two? Allie was betting on the latter. Jane was shyer than she'd expected, but maybe that was because there were three of them. Or maybe she just wasn't comfortable with displays of affection in places where interruptions could happen, even if those interruptions were unlikely.

"I, uh… I guess the only thing that springs to mind is what I said before. Don't talk about me like I'm not listening."

Kurt nodded in the driver's seat, but didn't say anything. Allie thought about it for a second, wanting to be completely clear.

"Okay, for the most part, I'm good with that," she said.

Kurt met her eyes in the rearview mirror, frowning a little, and she got his message loud and clear. Don't push it, Allie.

"But how about something like, if I happen to work my hand into your panties…"—she reached over to slip the tips of her fingers up under the hem of Jane's dress—"…would it then be okay for me to tell Kurt how wet you are, or for him to ask me that?"

"I…" Jane floundered a little, then seemed to give herself a mental pep talk, because she met Allie's eyes, something akin to determination in them along with desire. "Yeah. That would be okay."

"And if I asked you to tell us how wet you are right now?" Allie asked softly, close to her ear.

"Probably about as wet as you are," Jane said, her voice growing a little huskier.

Allie grinned. This is gonna be fun.

"When we get home, maybe Kurt can compare and tell us who feels more ready to come." She nuzzled Jane's ear.

To her surprise, Jane turned her head and kissed Allie, hard and hot. Allie gave a soft moan, partly for Kurt's benefit and partly for her own, and kissed her back, meeting Jane's tongue with hers.

Was it her imagination, or was Kurt driving a little faster now? Allie wanted to laugh, but she was too busy kissing Jane.

Finally, she pulled back. "Wow."

"Sorry. I know we're supposed to be talking." Jane's voice was lazy with want, making heat pool low in Allie's abdomen.

"What else did you want to say?" Allie ran her fingers over her tingling lips.

"Uh…" Jane cleared her throat, sitting back. "This feels like kind of a redundant question, since we're all here and everything, but… You two are both good with this, right? No one's agreeing to it so that the other person's feelings won't get hurt?"

"We're good," Allie said.

At the same time, Kurt said, "Not a problem."

"And none of us are going to mention this to Rich Dotcom, ever?" A note of humour crept into Jane's voice.

"Hell, no," Kurt said emphatically.

"If it wasn't for the art theft and my wounded pride, I'd be happy to never see him again, let alone speak to him." Allie groaned. "Ugh, I wanted to hit him so many times today."

"I think we can all relate," Jane said.

"Maybe one day we'll have an excuse to shoot him," Kurt added. "Not fatally, just somewhere painful."

They were all quiet for a moment, enjoying that thought.

"Jane," Kurt said, not glancing away from the road, "are you gonna be okay working together, after this? If things get awkward, I can partner you with Zapata, or Reade…"

"No," Jane said immediately. "I'll be fine. I mean, we did okay in Turkey, right?"

Kurt's jaw tightened, and he replied a little tersely. "True."

Allie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Kurt hadn't been overseas since they'd started dating, so it was safe to assume something had happened, or almost happened, between them beforehand, just like she'd thought it had. Idiots. You're both idiots, and you need to learn to talk to each other.

"So, Jane…" she said, wanting to delve a little deeper, "is this gonna be the first sex you've had since your memory wipe? Do any of your memories that have come back so far include X-rated stuff?"

"You don't have to answer that, Jane," Kurt told her.

"No, it's not, and yes, I remembered a little." Jane's voice held a slight edge, as though she was irritated at Kurt for trying to censor her. "Everything was with guys, but maybe if I've done something with a woman in the past, I'll remember it tonight."

"Maybe I'll be able to tell." Allie winked at her, and Jane laughed under her breath.

Kurt was silent, and Allie could tell it had gotten under his skin that Jane had slept with someone since he'd met her. If Allie hadn't already been planning to leave their relationship behind, his possessiveness over Jane would have been a tipping point. As things stood, she just found it a little amusing that they could be this clueless about what they meant to each other. Idiots. Truly.

"How about sexual health, birth control…? Anything I should know?" Jane said hesitantly.

"I'm on the pill, so Kurt and I don't use condoms, but we're both clean. You?" Allie asked.

"They tested me when they did a full medical check after I came out of the bag, and there were no issues. A week later, when I had a follow-up appointment, they offered me a subdermal implant and it seemed more convenient than the pill, so I took it." Jane touched her upper arm briefly, indicating where the implant had been inserted. "And, uh, the guy I slept with since then used a condom, so…"

Allie watched Kurt's jaw tighten, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Any more questions, comments, concerns…?" She waited, while Kurt continued to brood and Jane shrugged. "If you guys think of anything else, feel free to say so. But if you don't mind, Jane, can I take my jacket back now? It's getting in the way of my drooling over you."

"That's really subtle," Jane said wryly, wriggling out of the jacket without undoing her seatbelt.

"Subtle is…not really my strong suit," Allie admitted.

Kurt snorted. "Understatement of the year."

Allie took her jacket from Jane and dropped it next to her feet. "Wanna make out some more?" she asked Jane, raising a mischievous eyebrow.

"I think I could probably be persuaded," Jane said, amusement shining in her eyes.

"Wow, and I didn't even say 'please'." Allie scooted over as far as her seatbelt would allow, giving Jane a soft kiss.

"Please gets you extra," Jane murmured against her lips.

"Mmmm… Please?"

Their kisses grew in urgency as Allie ran her fingers across the neckline of Jane's dress, then palmed one of her breasts through the dark green fabric. Damn dress, too tight for me to pull down enough to really tease her…

"Damn it," Kurt said softly, and Allie drew away from Jane far enough to realise the car had caught a red light.

"Feeling a little impatient, there?" she teased, meeting his eyes in the mirror again.

"Should have let you drive," he muttered. "Whose place are we going to, by the way?"

"I'm assuming I have a bigger bed than Jane?"

Kurt frowned at her in the mirror, as though he thought she was trying to imply he'd been in Jane's bed before. "I have no idea."

Jane watched the red light. "Mine's a standard double, I think."

"Allie's place, then," Kurt said.

"Mine's a king," Allie told Jane. "Enough room for all of us to stretch out." She looked around, assessing the space in the backseat. "As for in here… Is it comfortable to drape this leg over my lap?" She ran her palm over Jane's left leg.

Jane twisted her body a little, managing to do so. "Comfortable enough."

Allie smiled. "And are you comfortable if I…keep going?" she asked, skimming her fingers up Jane's inner thigh.

Jane drew in an unsteady breath and nodded, that odd shyness coming over her again.

Allie pressed her knuckles gently over Jane's mound, rubbing her through her soaked underwear. Jane gave a light gasp as Allie found the right spot.

"Like that?" Allie asked, continuing to rub lightly. "Think I could make you come before Kurt gets us home?"

"Depends how many traffic laws he breaks to get us there," Jane said, tilting into Allie's touch. "But maybe."

"No pressure," Allie reassured her, knowing how much the demands of a partner could ruin the chance of actually having an orgasm. "I'm having fun either way."

And, despite the knowledge that this would be her last night with Kurt, she really was having fun. Jane was losing her inhibitions more and more by the second, and Allie started to think seriously about trying to get in a better position to taste her. But first…

"Kurt?" she asked, continuing to stroke over and around Jane's clit.

"Yeah?" His voice had that low, growly timbre it took on when he was turned on, making her smile with satisfaction.

"Just for your information, I haven't even gotten inside Jane's underwear yet, but they're soaking my fingers."

Jane bit her lip, looking a little embarrassed.

"Jane?" Kurt said.

"Mmmmm?" Jane opened her eyes, as though she hadn't expected him to address her.

"Can Allie take off your underwear?"

"Might be a little difficult while my legs are spread like this…" Jane met Allie's eyes. "But she can pull it to one side if she wants?"

Allie immediately did so, and Jane shivered with pleasure as the cooler air hit her wet skin. "No tattoos this far down?" Allie said lightly, to break Jane's self-conscious tension. "Gotta admit, I'm kinda relieved about that, for your sake."

Jane grimaced. "Yeah, Patterson has already seen way more of me than I'm comfortable with," she admitted. "If I was ever used to privacy in my old life, I don't have much of that now."

Allie wet her thumb and ran it up Jane's folds, parting her labia to lubricate her clit. Jane gave a tiny cry, swallowing the rest of her moan, and Allie grinned, experimenting with the pressure and placement of her thumb until Jane quivered. "Mmm, there…"

Allie glanced up, registering that they were on the Brooklyn Bridge. Maybe enough time to get Jane off, maybe not. But if she didn't, Jane would be desperate to continue the moment they got into the apartment, and that worked for Allie.

She slowly slid a finger inside Jane, then began to withdraw it again, searching for the sweet spot inside her. "Oh, god," Jane whispered, hiding her face with her hands.

Kurt cursed under his breath, and Allie noticed he was readjusting his pants. She couldn't blame him. Jane smelled like sex and sounded erotic as hell, even if he couldn't see what was happening behind him.

Allie sped up, and Jane moved with her, tense and trembling, her occasional moans still quiet, but more urgent.

"Please," she gasped. "Allie…ah!"

"Hmm, maybe I should stop, and you can wait for Kurt to finish you off?" she teased, not slowing down for a second.

"If you stop, I'll just finish myself," Jane retorted, scowling at her.

Allie pressed down a little harder, and Jane's head fell back. She grabbed onto the edge of the seat beside her, while Kurt turned the car onto Allie's street, a little less smoothly than usual.

"That would be kinda hot to watch, but… I'll finish what I started." Allie unsnapped her seat belt as Kurt slowed the car, on the approach to her building. With some creative manoeuvring, and only a small, impatient complaint from Jane, she managed to get far enough down Jane's body to be able to use her tongue where her thumb had been.

A second after Kurt killed the car's engine, his fingers ran up Allie's spine under her shirt. It was all he could reach from the front seat, but it was enough to make her shiver in anticipation of more.

She glanced up at Jane and realised her eyes were open, her gaze fixed on Kurt as she bit back a desperate cry.

Don't you dare go shy on me now, Jane Doe, Allie thought.

She needn't have worried. Jane's eyes fell shut again, a breathless torrent of oh my god oh fuck oh yes yes yes spilling from her lips as she began to tip over the edge.

"Let go, Jane," Kurt said softly, and she did, as though she'd been waiting for his permission to do so, her inner muscles squeezing Allie's fingers in strong pulses. Allie felt Jane's cry of relief tingle all the way to her clit, and she couldn't help but wriggle a little as she sat up.

She turned her head to find Kurt within kissing range, and their lips collided, Kurt tasting Jane on Allie's tongue.

When they parted, Jane was beginning to sit up straight, adjusting the hem of her dress to cover herself and looking a little self-conscious.

"Think your legs will hold you up, Jane?" Allie asked, glancing out of the window. "The apartment block's not far."

"Guess we'll find out." Jane was still panting a little, and her 20s hairdo was adorably falling apart, but she was recovering composure fast.

Kurt and Allie exchanged a glance, and in unison got out of the car. By the time Jane stood up, Kurt was nearby to offer her support if she needed it.

Her first step was a little wobbly, but she recovered fast. "I'm good. Really."

Allie offered Jane her other arm. "If you break an ankle in those heels, it'll be a serious mood-killer. Hang on to us."

With a small smile, Jane wound her arm around Kurt's waist and took Allie's arm.

As they made their way into the apartment building, and down the hall to Allie's door, she wondered exactly how the night would play out. One thing was for sure, though—she was planning to get at least one orgasm before she stole away and left them to finish up alone.