I don't own Blindspot or any of these wonderful characters.
I realize that these stories are not moving a plot along…but they are killing time between now and the next real episode and that is my only goal. Hope you enjoy.
Patterson reapplied her lipstick. Fluffing her hair she waited while Tasha washed her hands.
"That's a good color for you," Tasha told her with a smile.
"Bright colors wash me out," Patterson denied.
"They do not," Tasha scoffed, "They draw attention to you and you hate that."
"You both look amazing." Reed told them over the coms, "What's taking you so long in there?"
Sitting in the surveillance van Jane and Kurt shared a smile.
"Do not get me started on the inequality of women's bathrooms," Tasha warned Reed.
"All gender inequalities aside," Kurt asked them, "Any sign of our target?"
"No," Reed denied, "I haven't seen him."
"We haven't either," Patterson admitted.
"Well, he's not going to be in there," Reed pointed out, "So sometime this year you should join me."
"You lonely?" Tasha teased him.
"Are you kidding?" Reed muttered, "There is easily twice as many women here than men."
"Feeling endangered?" Tasha shifted gears.
"Abandoned," Reed corrected.
"We're on our way," Patterson assured him.
"Kurt you should join me," Reed encouraged, "These women would love you."
Looking over at Jane Kurt wasn't even tempted, "I'll pass."
Jane looked up from the monitor tied into the surveillance cameras and gave him one of her endearing smiles.
"You feel like you're missing out?" Kurt asked her.
"Are you kidding me?" Jane denied, "There's no place I'd rather be."
It was his turn to grin. He felt exactly the same way.
"What's that?" Jane frowned and leaned closer to the screen.
Kurt rolled his chair closer to her and looked at her monitor.
"The biggest cake I've ever seen," Kurt admitted.
"Well unless someone's jumping out of it," Jane worried, "Something's wrong."
"Team," Kurt advised them, "We have an anomaly."
"What is it?" Tasha worried.
"They are rolling in a stripper cake." Jane told them.
"Are you kidding me?" Reed seemed pained.
"Is it like the one from the other night?" Tasha asked her.
Jane felt herself blush when Kurt turned to look at her in shock.
"Umm," She said uncomfortably, "Same size, different look."
"Man I knew that guy really liked you," Tasha teased her, "But how'd he know where you'd be?"
"Look at his shoes," Jane said to Kurt, frowning.
Kurt looked down and realized that the man pushing the cake was wearing military combat boots.
"Converge on the cake," Kurt warned them.
Jane and Kurt grabbed their weapons and left the van.
By the time they arrived, both the gunman inside the cake, as well as his accomplice was in cuffs.
"What was their target?" Jane asked Kurt.
"Maybe they were just the distraction," Kurt suggested.
Turning he ran toward the steps leading to the second floor, Jane and Tasha followed after him.
They arrived at the bedroom of the woman who owned the house, only to find her dead on the floor.
"It's a hit," Kurt leaned down to check for a pulse.
Running over to the open window, Jane looked out.
"He's gone," She told them.
Back in the conference room the team reviewed the operation.
"He had to know we were watching for him," Patterson insisted.
"The cake would have taken planning," Tasha agreed.
"Unless it was stolen today," Jane suggested, "Or it was someone that had access to it already."
"Are the men we apprehended talking?" Reed looked over at Weller.
"No," Kurt denied.
"So we are back to square one," Tasha sat back in her chair.
"No," Reed denied, "We know what the guy looks like. That's more than we had before."
"Paterson," Weller looked over at her, "Find out what you can about our two guests and the cake. Maybe that will lead us back to our guy."
"On it," Patterson stood up.
Reed and Zapata followed after.
Jane stood and Kurt looked over at her, "Any plans tonight?"
"No," Jane denied, "Roman and I generally just order in."
"How's Roman doing?" Kurt worried.
"He's restless," Jane admitted, "But much better off at the safe house."
"What about you?" Kurt walked over and looked down at her.
"What about me?" Jane was genuinely puzzled.
"You don't have to stay in every night with Roman," Kurt reminded her, "He has his security detail."
"It's not a problem," Jane smiled, "Nobody is exactly beating down my door."
"That's not what Tasha said," Kurt reminded her.
The fact that she blushed again only made him more determined to find out more.
"It's not what you think," Jane denied.
"Okay," Kurt teased her, "So a male stripper didn't jump out of a cake and find you irresistible?"
"Okay…" Jane admitted, "There was a cake and the stripper was inside…but his being there had nothing to do with me."
"How did this come about exactly?" Kurt encouraged.
"Tasha thought I needed my horizons expanded after Oliver…dumped me." Jane tried to explain, "So she and Patterson…encouraged me, to go to a club and relax."
Seeing the way she was squirming, Kurt wanted to give her a hug.
"So did you…relax?" He crossed his arms.
"Not exactly," Jane was looking everywhere but at him.
"Why not?" Kurt was getting more intrigued with every blushing and stammering moment.
"My tattoos…they draw a lot of attention. It wasn't really that surprising that he decided that I should receive some…special attention. Either that, or Zapata and Patterson paid him."
"What kind of attention?" Kurt had stopped smiling.
"The miles of flesh in your face kind of attention," Jane admitted. "He actually pulled me out of my chair to dance with him."
"Was this an almost nude club or a totally nude club?" Kurt felt a tick in his jaw.
"Not a stich, kind of club," Jane admitted, "And he had some kind of oil all over him. I didn't think I was ever going to get it out of my clothes."
Kurt had never been less amused in his life.
"Why didn't you push him away?" Kurt demanded.
"You're not supposed to touch the dancers," Jane said uncomfortably, "I guess the same rule doesn't apply to the customers."
"He groped you?" Kurt stepped closer.
"My last physical had less touching," Jane admitted.
"What did Tasha and Patterson do?" Kurt demanded.
"Laughed, danced and screamed." Jane remembered.
"You should have reported this guy," Kurt told her.
"I don't know his name," Jane admitted, "But he did write his phone number on my chest."
"What?" Kurt's eyes flew to the edge of her shirt where her hand was unconsciously rubbing a spot devoid of tattoos.
"He gave me his number…you don't want to know where he got the pen," She said absently, lost in the humiliation of the moment.
"Did you call him?" Kurt asked before he'd even thought about it.
"No," Jane looked at him strangely.
"Need a ride home?" Kurt abruptly changed the subject, "We can pick up some food and take it to Roman."
Relieved to leave the stripper conversation behind, Jane smiled, "Thanks."
Kurt touched base with Patterson, while Jane swung by the locker room, she met him by the elevator.
"Ready?" She asked as she walked up.
"More than ready," Kurt agreed hitting the button.
They picked up Chinese food before heading over to Jane's.
Roman was sitting on the couch flipping through the channels when they walked in.
"Please tell me you brought food for me," He said when he saw the bags they were carrying.
"Your favorite," Jane assured him.
Kurt placed the bags on the coffee table and went with Jane into the kitchen. Roman watched while Jane pulled sodas from the refrigerator while Kurt gathered the plates and napkins. He smiled when he realized that Kurt knew the kitchen as well as Jane. There was no awkward fumbling, they worked seamlessly.
"What are you watching?" Kurt asked Roman sitting on the couch next to Jane.
"I can't find anything good," Roman admitted, passing the remote over to Kurt.
"Okay," Jane watched the remote exchange hands and looked at her brother accusingly, "I live here and you have never relinquished the remote to me."
"You could not possibly pick something I would want to watch," Roman explained, nudging her with his shoulder.
Kurt laughed while he scrolled through the channel guide.
He stopped on family feud.
It wasn't long until the three of them were trying to outdo each other with the wildest answers.
Jane couldn't remember laughing so much in her life.
Once they'd finished eating, Jane stood up and began to gather the trash. Kurt joined her and before long everything was cleaned up.
Afraid that Kurt would leave, Jane smiled when she sank back down onto the couch and he joined her without comment.
"How'd your mission go?" Roman looked over at Jane.
"He got away," Jane admitted.
"Hey," Roman said optimistically, "We aren't at the hospital."
"Not funny," Jane hit his leg.
"No," Kurt agreed, "It's definitely not funny."
"How do you like the new therapist?" Jane asked Roman with a concerned frown.
"She's fine," Roman said, "She must have read Dr. Sun's recommendations, because I'm pretty sure she expected to die at any moment."
"If she makes you uncomfortable," Kurt worried.
"No," Roman denied, "She's fine."
"Did you remember anything more?" Jane asked.
"No," Roman denied, "Do you still get memories?"
Kurt looked over at Jane in question.
"Sometimes," Jane admitted.
"Do you ever remember Oscar?" Roman worried.
Jane took a deep breath, "When he was alive, I remembered things about when we were together, but nothing since then."
"I sometimes remember Kat," Roman admitted.
"Are they good memories?" Jane looked over at Roman in concern.
"Yeah," He admitted.
"Then they're gifts," She placed her hand on his leg.
"I remember things about you too," Roman admitted.
Jane stiffened noticeably.
"Are any of them good?" She finally forced herself to ask.
Roman looked at her in surprise, "We always watched out for each other. I don't have bad memories of you."
Jane felt the tension leave her in a rush. She only remembered horrible things about herself.
Kurt reached over and placed his hand on her back.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled in appreciation.
"I'm going to go shower," Roman stood up and looked over at Kurt, "Thanks for the food. It was fun."
"For me too," Kurt assured him.
Watching him walk away Jane turned back to Kurt.
"Thanks for coming over," She smiled at him, "Roman never really had a man in his life he could admire."
"What do you remember?" Kurt asked her.
"I remember what a horrible person I was." Jane admitted looking down.
"You aren't a horrible person," Kurt insisted.
"I'm the reason Roman didn't run off with Kat when he had the chance. He wouldn't be in this at all, if wasn't for me." Jane admitted.
"Jane," Kurt took her hand, "Roman just told you that you always watched out for each other. Kat might have loved him, but she saw nothing wrong with murdering Reed and I."
"I know…" Jane agreed.
"If he had run off with Kat," Kurt insisted, "He could have ended up dead just as easily."
"It's not just that," Jane admitted.
"Is it Oscar?" Kurt worried.
"No," Jane denied, "I told Roman that emotions aren't like memories, you can't just pull them out of a file. Oscar used me. He lied to me. He betrayed me and in the end when he knew I could never love him after everything he'd done, he was going to wipe my memory again. Start over. Love has to be earned and I couldn't love someone that cared for me so little."
"You never told us that he was going to Zipp you again," Kurt felt his heart catch when he realized she'd come so close to having to start over.
"It was the least important thing he did," Jane admitted, "Killing Mayfair was obviously the main point."
"I don't find the thought of you forgetting me and the team as insignificant." Kurt argued.
"It didn't happen," Jane reminded him.
She looked so sad that Kurt pulled her against him gently.
She rested her head against his chest.
"If Oscar had succeeded," Jane whispered, "You'd be free of this too. I know that after I was arrested you stopped working on the tattoos."
"I would have never stopped trying to find out what happened to you," Kurt denied.
"You wouldn't have found me," Jane denied, "It would have kept you safe."
"Being safe wouldn't have been worth it," Kurt denied kissing her on the forehead.
She looked up at him in surprise.
"Kurt…" She trailed off.
Looking down at her, Kurt hesitated, before he closed the distance between them.
Jane felt the gentle brush of his lips and let her eyes fall closed.
Kurt pulled away slightly.
"This might not be the best time," He whispered as he nuzzled her neck.
"What if it's the last time?" Jane whispered back.
Kurt froze as her words sank in. Pulling back he looked down at her seriously. She looked back up at him with a sad expression.
"It won't be," Kurt denied, "But just in case." He leaned back down and the kiss that had been tentative became possessive. Lips that had cherished began to ravish. Cradling her face he let all of his pent up emotions lose. Jane was overwhelmed. She knew nothing but his arms that held her and his lips that stole her thoughts and took her breath.
Kurt knew that he was quickly losing control and pulled back reluctantly. Resting his forehead on hers he tried to calm his harsh breathing.
"I hope that wasn't the last," Jane finally smiled up at him.
"No chance," Kurt assured her, leaning back in he gave her a little peck. "See?"
"Roman should almost be done," Jane warned him.
"I better go," Kurt agreed.
Letting him pull away reluctantly Jane stood and followed him over to the door.
"Be careful," She told him.
"Always," He agreed looking down at her with a smile.
"Good night."
"See you tomorrow," Kurt told her.
"Tomorrow," Jane agreed, locking the door behind him.
The next morning Kurt picked her up.
"Your favorite," He told her handing her coffee once she climbed into the car.
"Thanks," Jane took a drink.
"Jane, about last night," Kurt looked over at her seriously.
Bracing herself she looked up at him vulnerably.
"I don't regret it," He assured her.
"I don't either," Jaen admitted looking down, relieved.
"We have to be careful," Kurt warned her, "If Pellington even suspects anything is going on between us, he will replace me."
"I understand," Jane assured him.
Reaching over he took her hand.
She looked up at him in surprise.
"We aren't there yet," He told her.
Smiling she took another drink of her coffee.
They walked into Patterson's lab to find Reed and Tasha already there.
"It about time," Patterson said impatiently.
"What'd you find," He asked.
"The cake wasn't stolen," Patterson explained, "It's owned by Liaison Entertainment. When I started researching their company, I found that all three of the women murdered hosted a party that featured them."
"So most likely the hit man is working out of this company." Jane concluded.
"Yes," Tasha agreed, "And the good news is that they are hiring."
"I don't want any of you three anywhere near this company," Kurt told them.
"They aren't hiring women," Patterson denied, pulling up the ad.
Kurt looked at the screen then over at Reed.
"No way," Reed denied.
"You wouldn't have to be the entertainment," Kurt insisted.
"You haven't seen him dance," Tasha scoffed, "He would never get hired for that."
"You've seen Reed erotically dancing?" Patterson looked at Tasha strangely.
"No," Tasha laughed, "I've seen him butcher a dance floor fully clothed."
"Okay," Patterson held up her hands, "I'm tired…"
"We will go in together," Kurt assured Reed.
"You weren't at that last party," Reed warned Kurt, "Those women seemed…"
"Be careful," Tasha warned Reed.
"Focused," Reed finished.
"When's their next big party?" Kurt asked Patterson.
"This weekend," Patterson told him, "Saturday night."
"That gives us time to get a job and you three the time to get an invitation." Kurt suggested.
"I'm on it," Patterson began typing.
"This is the worst idea you've ever had," Reed told Kurt pulling at the spandex pants that was all he had on.
"I could be worse," Kurt denied, "One of the other waiters has on just spandex shorts."
"I saw him," Reed corrected, "He almost has on spandex shorts."
Kurt picked up a tray of drinks.
"Just stick close to our girls," Kurt warned him, "Tasha has you're weapon and Jane has mine."
"You should have given mine to Patterson," Reed complained, "Tasha is going to take one look at this getup and never let me live this down."
"Let's just catch this guy and you can go back to your three piece suites," Kurt suggested.
Picking up his own tray Edgar took a deep breath and followed Kurt from the kitchen.
Kurt wasted no time finding Jane in the crowd, walking over he offered her a drink from his tray.
Jane accepted the glass, her eyes passing briefly over his chest before settling on his eyes with a little sparkle.
"I don't think you're going to be able to keep a low profile tonight," She teased him.
A woman walked over and took a drink with one hand and the other ran down his chest suggestively. Jane's teasing smile disappeared.
"Thanks," She told Kurt, her voice husky.
Watching her walk away, Jane took a step closer to Kurt.
"This is a terrible idea," Jane accused him.
Kurt looked down at her fierce expression and it was his turn to tease.
"Oh, I don't know, it has some benefits."
Jane looked up at him accusingly.
"Not her," Kurt denied, looking down at the way Jane was suddenly blocking other woman from walking up to him.
She realized what she was doing and shifted uncomfortably looking away.
"Did you find out anything that might lead us to our assassin?" Jane asked taking a much needed drink.
"I don't think that it's any of wait staff," Kurt admitted, "It's more likely on of the dancers."
"There's going to be dancers?" Jane looked at Kurt in dismay.
"Yeah," He admitted.
"Maybe you should go back and see what they're up to…" Jane looked around at all the women eyeing him.
She didn't see the way he watched her or the smile he wasn't able to contain, "Maybe I should."
"Do you want me to come with?" She asked, knowing his weapon was in a harness next to hers on her upper thigh.
"No," Kurt assured her.
Watching him walk away, Jane couldn't help but admire his form all the while glaring at some of the other women doing the same thing.
Kurt ditched his tray and head toward where he knew the dancers were changing.
"Man these women are loaded," One of them was saying when Kurt walked in.
"I don't care about that," Another one denied, "I just want them to be hot."
"You're the one supposed to make them hot," He was told.
"Have you been able to scope them out?" The first one asked.
"Oh, yeah." He was assured, "I know just which one I'm going to concentrate on tonight."
"Not the one with the neck tattoo," The first one insisted, "She's mine."
"You can't call them," One of the others denied.
"I've already laid the foundation," The man insisted, "I saw that little hottie a few weeks ago. She was obviously not one of the regulars and…so sweet I just want to eat her up."
"Not if I get to her first." The other one denied.
Kurt remembered Jane's embarrassment and wanted to knock some sense into both of them. No way was either of them getting anywhere near her.
Looking at the man that was attempting to lay claim to Jane, Kurt forced himself to study the other men in the room.
Only one seemed to be keeping himself separate. He wasn't the man they'd identified, but something was off. Kurt turned and walked out.
"Our subject wasn't with the dancers," Kurt advised the team, "We need to check the house."
"Copy," They each confirmed.
Jane took the stairs to the second floor. She moved quickly not wanting to be stopped. The skirt she was wearing was flowing allowing her to conceal not only her weapon, but Kurt's as well. The top was tightly fitted and although they'd covered most of her tattoos, the one on her neck was still exposed. She listed as Tasha and Patterson cleared the lower level rooms. Opening one of the bedroom doors, she stopped abruptly.
"I'm sorry," She smiled, "I was just trying to get away from the party."
Their perp walked over toward her with his own smile. "Join me."
"We're on our way," Tasha assured Jane through the com.
She walked further in the room and watched him walk over to the door close and lock it.
"Why are you locking the door?" Jane asked while warning the team.
"I thought you wanted privacy?" The man smiled back at her.
"I didn't know you were in here," Jane protested.
"We both know that's not true," The man denied advancing toward her.
"What do you mean?" Jane didn't retreat.
Suddenly he charged, taking them both down onto the floor. Jane hit hard, his weight forcing the air from her lungs.
"Now isn't this better," The man smiled down at her before leaning in and kissing her. Jane moaned a protest to no avail.
Jane tried to avoid it, but was unable to move away. She held still and waited for the attack she knew was coming. He didn't disappoint. Just as the knife was coming down, Jane deflected it and head butted him. He grunted and she was able to roll them over. Now straddling him she slammed his hand down onto the floor attempting to dislodge the knife. He reached under her skirt going for the gun now pressed against him.
Just then the bedroom door burst open and Kurt was there. Freezing momentarily at the sight of Jane straddling the almost nude dancer with his hand under her skirt, Kurt realized what was happening. He dropped down and clamped his hand over the assassin's had where it was resting against her upper thigh.
"I don't think so," He warned him before hitting him in the jaw twice. The man went lax and Jane was able to get the knife away from him. Kurt released his hand and reached for the gun himself. Her thigh was soft was his inappropriate thought as he removed the weapon from its holster.
Leveling the gun at the now unconscious man Kurt looked over at Jane, "Get off him."
He hadn't meant it to sound quite so possessive, but she scrambled up quickly enough to satisfy him.
"Are you okay?" He demanded looking her over.
"Just a little cut," Jane assured him.
Tasha and Reed burst into the room and took custody of the still unconscious man.
"What little cut?" Kurt walked over to her and looked down at her in concern.
She moved her arm away from her body and he could now see the blood that was seeping through the side of her shirt.
"Let me see," He demanded immediately pulling the shirt up.
Jane hissed at the pain that action unwittingly caused her.
"You need stitches," Kurt warned her.
Looking down Jane couldn't deny it.
"Do you want me to call for an ambulance?" Patterson asked them coming into the room and seeing the blood on Jane.
"No," Jane denied, "Kurt can take me over."
"Let's go," Kurt didn't waste any time.
They arrived at the hospital and Jane sat on the gurney waiting for the doctor.
"You're pale," Kurt worried.
"I'm always this color," Jane denied.
"Do you want to lie down?" Kurt asked with a frown.
"No," Jane denied.
"You want me to call Roman?" Kurt worried.
"Kurt," He was focused on the blood staining her shirt and Jane waited until he looked up at her, "We don't need to call Roman, this is just a little cut that needs a few stitches. I am not bleeding out, I do not need surgery. I'm fine."
He walked over and pulled her gently against him.
"I missed you last night," The Doctor told them from the doorway. "Thought you might be dead."
Jane looked over at him and smiled.
"That's not going to happen," Kurt denied harshly.
"With Kurt watching out for me, I'm not worried." Jane assured the Doctor.
The Doctor also looked over at Kurt. "I don't envy you that responsibility."
"It's a privilege," Kurt denied.
"Only one thing could make you say that," The Doctor insisted cryptically inspecting Jane's new injury.
"She was stabbed," Kurt told him.
"I was nicked," Jane insisted looking at Kurt in exasperation.
"It's going to need stitches," The Doctor confirmed.
"How many?" Kurt worried.
"As many as it takes," The Doctor gave Jane a shot and began to clean the area.
Kurt hovered over him watching with a frown.
The Doctor ignored him and finished cleaning and stitching the wound.
Looking up at Kurt he told him, "It took seven stitches."
Kurt knew that because he'd watched every one.
"The nurse will come in and dress the wound, keep it dry and take it easy." He warned Jane.
"She will," Kurt assured him.
Jane just smiled up at him in exasperation.
"Good luck," He shook Kurt's hand and patted Jane's shoulder.
Watching him leave, Kurt turned back toward Jane and worried, "You okay?"
"I'm fine," She insisted, "You know I've had worse than this."
Sitting on the gurney behind her he pulled her back to rest against him. "I know."
The nurse came in and before long Jane was ready to go.
Kurt held her hand as they walked back out to the car.
"You have to admit, it was a hell of a lap dance," Jane teased him.
Kurt looked down at her and shook his head in exasperation, "That's not funny."
"When you burst in," Jane accused him, "You thought something funny was going on."
"Well," Kurt stopped and turned to face her, "The sight of you straddling that nearly naked assassin with his hand up your skirt was not one of my favorite moments."
"Oh yeah?" Jane teased him, "He was a pretty good kisser."
"Was he?" Kurt looked down at her with a scowl.
"You could say he took my breath away," Jane admitted.
"Is that a challenge?" Kurt asked her.
"Are you up for it?" She asked him.
If only she knew…
"I think I can handle myself," Kurt assured her.
Their lips met and although she'd been expecting plunder, he gave her reverent. It did take her breath away.
"Oh," She finally whispered, "You're good."
"If you ever stay in one piece long enough," Kurt told her, "You might get to see what else I can do."
Jane looked up at him in surprise.
"I've got to give you some incentive to avoid the hospital." Kurt teased her.
"My pain tolerance is pretty high," Jane told him, "You could give me some examples, just to see if you're worth the effort."
"Oh," Kurt assured her, "I'm worth it and you're worth waiting for."
Blushing Jane turned and rested her head against his chest.
Smiling Kurt closed his eyes and nuzzled her forehead. Remembering Rich's warnings and her interest in Oliver, Kurt savored this moment holding her against him even more. She tempted him on every level and he was done resisting…