Author's note: Ok, so finally I finished the next installment of the Moments series *yay* the title really sucks but whatever hopefully the story is much better lol. I didn't want to gloss over the entire pregnancy, so I decided to write two separate stories one during the middle of her pregnancy, the second when she gives birth so we get the best of both worlds :D This is really fluffy and cutesy so be forewarned of the gooey fluff you're in store for ;P

Secondly, I have zero preference as to whether the baby is a boy or girl, so I'm going to leave it up to you guys to let me know which. Just vote boy or girl until the end of the story(there's 5 chapters) whichever sex has the most votes will be the sex of the Creese(or Careese seriously someone tell me which way it is lol) baby. If you don't feel comfortable posting a review that's fine, leave me a PM, if you don't feel comfortable leaving me a PM leave a comment, both count. My lovely lovely friend Elaine I thank you so very much for proofing this for me, you are epic, and I tallied your vote :D Okay so, time to shut up and allow you to read!

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"Can you believe this, John?" Joss asked as she played with the straps of her carryon bag. She shot John a sidelong glance, taking note his stiff posture; he looked like a caged animal if you asked her. "John, we're in a plane, relax a little before you draw more attention to yourself."

"I can't relax, Joss." No kidding, John always assumed someone was lurking just around the corner to come get them. The man and his oddball friend gave new meaning to the word paranoid, but she couldn't exactly place all the blame on him since he had a lot people that wanted him dead.

"Well you need to try. Finch finally gave us a new number together." She'd been shocked when John had finally given in and filled her in on their little secret. The fact that Finch had built a machine capable of what he told her about was mind boggling but she figured if anyone could do it, it would be Finch.

"Yeah, well this isn't a vacation, Joss. Once we save this couple or put this couple behind bars we are back in New York."

"Yes that's very true but Finch did say to enjoy ourselves as a belated happy-having-a-baby present. Finch is sweet, giving us the number that just so happened to go on a Hawaiian getaway trip while he and Fusco dealt with Raymond Benson, the nerdy guy that works in some gaming company." She grinned, resting her head against the back of her seat in first class. Finch could do her travel arrangements anytime, she thought wistfully.

She shifted her gaze onto John who still looked agitated in his seat. The man needed to release some tension, more so than she did at the moment, and she had an idea just how to do jus that, one she was sure John would have no complaints about. Joss shifted in her seat as desire for John filled her again. What the hell was the matter with her? Lately that's all that's been on her mind sex, sex, and more sex. She was perpetually horny for him and her OBGYN had said it was normal to feel a heightened sex drive in pregnancy, though it wasn't something she experienced when she had been pregnant with Taylor. She felt a little embarrassed about her constant need. She had been trying to keep it from John, although it was becoming increasingly difficult as her need grew. She shifted closer to him.

"John, we'll get a few days in Hawaii to find the threat and save their lives, while we get a chance to relax and spend some much needed quality time together ALONE. No Finch buying me baby clothes, no Fusco telling me about the dos and don'ts of parenthood, and no Taylor treating me like I forgot how to walk. It sounds like heaven doesn't it, John?" she slid her hand up his chest and he looked into her eyes.

"You don't like being pampered do you?"

"Not really, I'm not the first woman in the world to get pregnant and surely I will not be the last."

"Joss your son wants to take care of you, Lionel is trying to give some wisdom, and Finch, well Finch, he has a child he gets to dote on again. He misses Leila."

"Me too, she was so adorable." Joss sighed, leaning back a little. "I hope we have a girl that gets lucky enough to have your beautiful blue eyes." Joss looked at him when she felt his hand on her tummy again. John loved talking to the baby and she loved watching him, but she selfishly wished he would pay a little attention to her. Joss felt like since she had gotten pregnant their sex life had gone out the window, and it wasn't even the baby's fault. It was everyone else getting in the damn way! Finch was constantly at John's place whenever she was there, going over what he wanted to do to make a nursery in his place. She and John hadn't even gotten a chance to figure out where they were going to live, was she moving in with him was he moving in with her? So many questions that they never got a chance to answer because if it wasn't Finch around, her son would be, and if not that, John would be on a case or she would be. They didn't get a chance to sit together and talk about these things, or just be in each other's company.

Joss mentally pulled herself out of her musings to listen to John softly whisper things in a different language to the baby. Joss never asked him what he said, figuring if he wanted her to know he'd say it in English. She didn't want to invade the daddy-baby bonding time, so she just always listened. John's voice was always low almost singsong as he spoke to the baby as if he didn't want to wake the baby up or something. Joss couldn't help but want to lovingly brush her hand across his cheek as he did the same thing right now, speaking low while he had a lopsided grin on his face, rubbing her tummy.

"John."

"Yes, Joss?" He looked up from her stomach and she pointed. He realized they were motioning for them to get off the plane. John eagerly stood up, before offering to help her up and she tried hard not to want to smack him. She wasn't an invalid, she was pregnant and she wasn't even showing yet, but she said nothing. Joss wasn't going to allow her independent streak to cause an argument, especially since John was only doing so being the gentleman he was. It took about forty five minutes at the airport getting their luggage and making it through airport security, then an additional hour and a half to go pick up their car from the rental place and to get to the hotel, but nothing could derail her excitement. She was in Hawaii to find the threat to Mr. and Mrs. Baker, but right now all she could think about was hitting the beach with John in tow.

"John you need to learn to have some fun," Joss teased after the bellhop left looking, around their honeymoon suite as Mr. and Mrs. Hudson. John shot her a look and she knew this wasn't his idea of relaxing, if she could take a best guess she'd say John was going to go stir crazy at this resort.

"Why did our new persons of interest have to be a couple going to this ridiculous couples resort on a second honeymoon?" he groused as he slung his suitcase onto the king sized bed. Joss walked to the sliding glass door that opened up to a balcony that overlooked the ocean. The clear blue sky, the sun heated her face, and she felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. She was so happy that Fusco and Finch were dealing with the other person back in cold New York while they lived it up in Hawaii.

Joss walked back in from the balcony and watched John open his suitcase. His eyes widened and he zipped his suitcase back up again as if closing it would make what was inside go away.

"What's wrong John?"

"Nothing."

"Finch packed for you didn't he?" She wanted to scold him that, it was his own fault for not packing for himself, but she kept quiet. Joss couldn't think of John owning any casual clothing that he could wear in Hawaii now that she thought of it.

"Yes," he whirled around and she laughed at his look. John Reese looked positively livid at the moment. She unzipped his suitcase. "Don't look in there; it will hurt your eyes." Joss let out a snort of laughter before she clamped a hand over her mouth and nose. Joss tried to control the need to giggle as she lowered her hand, and pulled out the ugliest multicolored buttoned down t-shirt she ever saw before.

"Oh John, you are going to look so un-John like in this." she held it up against his torso while he glared down at her.

"I'm glad you're enjoying Finch's Hawaiian style, but I'm not wearing this."

"Oh come on you'll fit right in with the other tourists, which is what we are trying to accomplish, John. If we are to look like a couple on their honeymoon in Hawaii, you need to learn to loosen up a bit."

"Joss, people will take one look at this shirt and get an instant headache."

"It's not that bad,"

"It's bad."

"It's just a tad bright but it's wearable," she tried to give it a positive spin, though if John put it on she'd crack up in a heartbeat. She eyed him hoping the small compliment to the shirt worked, and clearly saw it didn't by the way he was eying it like he wanted to shoot it. "Okay John, maybe Finch packed you something better to wear than this shirt, maybe there's one that's not quite so flamboyant." She set the hideous multi-colored shirt down before rummaging through his suitcase once more. She cringed as she went through the suitcase seeing more of ugly shirts, hoping there was one John would wear. His shorts weren't too bad and seeing John in shorts was going to be so fun. Joss looked at more of the same multicolored shirts before she found John's swimming trunks. "Oh my god," she clamped a hand over her mouth when John walked over.

"What?"

"Your swimming trunks.…"

"So help me, if it's a speedo I will shoot Finch in the kneecap-no, both kneecaps!"

"Oh how I wish it was," she sighed, thinking about John in those tiny swim trunks definitely made her squirm and John immediately eyed her. She cleared her throat. What?- she couldn't fantasize about her man in some skimpy clothing? Like he didn't fantasize about her in skimpy clothing! "No, it's nothing like that, its just I never thought I'd get to see John Reese in a pair of hip hugging forest green swim trunks."

"You don't have to worry about that since I'm not going to be wearing them." Oh well, he was the one that said it she couldn't help but tease him.

"I don't think skinny dipping is allowed, John. But I'm game if you are," she teased, earning her a dark look. "Just kidding, mostly anyway, John. But you have to wear them, Justin and Roxanne Baker are probably already on the beach. We need to get going to find out if they are the killers or the future victims." He nodded in agreement.

"Lets go." He began walking towards the door while she eyed him incredulously. He did realize they were undercover at a fancy resort in Hawaii right, and not in cold New York where wearing a suit was the norm?

"John you can't go to the beach in a suit."

"Watch me."

"John you will stick out like a sore thumb! I hear you even dressed casual in the burbs a while back. I know you can do it." She tossed the trunks at him and he caught them in his right hand eying them irritably. "No one is going to notice that you are wearing swim trunks John, because no one is going to care. But if you wear your suit that's when you are going to get strange looks."

"You're loving this," he stated with his hands firmly placed on his hips, his swimming trunks now hanging from his left hand at his hip, and not for the first time, Joss want to get into John's pants today. But in this pose he looked so sexy.

"Yes, I am," she agreed with a smile as he stalked over towards his dejected suitcase flipping the top out of his way looking for some shirt to put on along with the swim trunks. Joss walked over to her own suitcase opening it up.

"There's nothing in here other than ugly shirts, shorts I won't wear, and another pair of swimming trunks I won't use." he snapped gruffly. "Finch didn't pack me anything else, no underwear." Joss shifted a little, praying the little man forgot about that, but surely he hadn't.

"You do realize you have two more suitcases that are yours, right John?"

"What? I only need my suit, a change of underwear, and my gun."

"John go look in one of those, it's your fault for not packing for yourself."

"Finch knew I didn't have any casual attire to wear, Joss," he grumbled, walking over to where the rest of their luggage laid near the door. He opened one a little before he picked it and carried it over to the bed next to his other one. Joss watched covertly as he rummaged through the suitcase until he found a white muscle tank top and she nearly drooled at the thought of John in it. He eyed the brown flip flops with disdain before dropping them on the floor toeing off his dress shoes.

"You are going to look so adorably hot I won't be able to stand it," she whined more to herself than to him.

"I'm going to look ridiculous," he grumbled. Joss disagreed; John was going to look extremely sexy in the relaxed attire. This would be the first time she ever seen him in swim trunks and a muscle tank top. She preferred him in nothing at all but the idea of him wearing this casual attire made her breath catch. Joss finally managed to pull out her hot pink bikini and matching pink flip flops herself. She pushed her shorts and t-shirts out of the way till she found the pale pink terrycloth bathing suit cover up. She looked up and saw John eyeing the bikini; well she had been excited when Finch informed her he needed her to go with John to Hawaii. John's eyes shifted up to her eyes and she recognized that look.

"Oh no, I know that look, John, we go to the beach first then we can come back to the room and have at each other." She stepped backwards as he moved towards her. "John, what happened to your speech about 'this isn't a vacation and-and something or other'?" she asked as she tried to sidestep him but he moved in her way. Joss couldn't say she wasn't tempted; she had been wanting John since they got aboard the plane, or if she was honest she wanted him since she got up this morning. But now that they were here she wanted to get to the beach and wear the bikini before she got too big to wear it.

"Good to know you listen when I talk," he deadpanned as he placed his hands on her hips and Joss sighed when his mouth captured hers. Oh damn her hormonal body; it had a mind of its own. Joss sighed into his mouth as she kissed him back as her body eagerly clamored to get closer to his. He leaned down before sweeping her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Well, they'd get to the beach in an hour or so.


John walked with Joss as they finally made their way towards the beach, hoping Justin and Roxanne were already there. They were set behind a whole hour and a half then when they wanted to get here. John eyed Joss's beautiful body encompassed in the soft pale pink terrycloth bathing suit cover. Her caramel skin glowed in the sunlight and he couldn't get over how beautiful she looked. His eyes shifted lower to her yet flat stomach and he felt the same overwhelming emotion fill him as it always did. He was going to become a father, it still took a lot of getting used too but in a good way.

"Stop John or I'll be dragging you back to the hotel," she whispered.

"Stop what?"

"Staring at me like I'm some tasty treat you need to have."

"But you are," he grinned and she looked up at him, with her sunglasses on he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"John, I need to tell you something that's a little embarrassing for me." John eyed her hoping she was okay. They found a nice place where she laid out a huge beach towel before she slipped her flip flops off and unzipped her bathing suit cover that pooled at her feet. John tried to control his response to her nearly naked form but he wasn't doing such a bang up job of it by the way he shifted uncomfortably beside her. He wanted to punch the man that stared at Joss as he comically got hit in the head with a Frisbee from a fellow friend. She was his, damn it. He had a half mind to stake a claim on her with a passionate kiss but they didn't do public displays of affection unfortunately. It wasn't either one of them to do so. John watched her sit down on the beach towel and look up at him. She patted the area beside her. "Sit please, John."

John kicked off his own flip flops thankfully, he hated them, before he sat beside her. She leaned into him while wrapping her arms around her knees that she had pulled up to her chest. She looked really uncomfortable about whatever she wanted to say and it worried him. Joss always blurted out whatever she was feeling, or thinking.

"What's wrong Joss?"

"I'm horny," she said honestly, loudly, and bluntly. John looked around to make sure the nearby men weren't listening in on their conversation before looking back at her. She kept facing in front of her, not looking at him. "Like all the time John, I can't stop wanting you. My OBGYN said it's natural, that it's the hormones from the pregnancy kicking my sex drive into high gear, but I was worried I'd freak you out."

"Joss, honey you never have to worry to tell me about what you're feeling during the pregnancy, or anything for that matter. I love you, you can tell me anything."

"I know, it's just embarrassing, I didn't want you to think I'm some sex fiend or something."

"I never thought that Joss," he grinned bumping her shoulder. "Honey, I'm a man so a more frequent sex life sounds like heaven to me." she pulled her sunglasses off and eyed him. She smiled softly.

"Yeah I figured you'd say that; thanks John." She leaned over brushing her lips against his before pulling back. "I love you," she sighed as she leaned her forehead against his. John wished he could just ask her to marry him right this second, but he was sure Finch would kill him if he didn't do the romantic gesture in the restaurant Finch had secured for him. Surely Finch's idea of his proposal would be ruined if he asked her right this second, carried her up to the room, and made love to her for the rest of the day and night. That wouldn't work out anyway since they needed to find the Bakers to determine if they are the perpetrators or victims. "Will you put some sunscreen on me, please?" she asked with a smile, pushing away from him. John stared at her, he couldn't do that. That meant touching her soft, beautiful dark skin, and he'd be the one to drag her off to some remote place to have his wicked way with her, unable to keep his hands to himself. But he couldn't figure out a good enough reason to say no so he grabbed the tube before squirting a healthy amount in his hand. He rubbed his hands together to warm the cool lotion up.

"This might still be a little cold, Joss." he said quietly. John glared at some onlookers before he moved behind her on his knees and began rubbing the sunscreen upon her luscious body. He worked it onto her shoulder blades first before he slowly dragged his hands down her tantalizing smooth back. The ties to her bikini top mocked him almost as if taunting him to pull them to undo it. He resisted the urge to do just that as he worked his hands underneath the strings and running them down the length of her spine just above her tiny bottoms. He ran his hands back up the length of her back on the area he didn't get on his downward descent. He touched the sides of her breasts hearing a gasp make its way out of her.

"Lay on your back," he whispered in her ear before moving out of her way. Joss laid down on her back on the beach towel staring up at him while John tried to not stare at her. Joss's body had definitely responded to him as he saw her hardened nipples pressing against the pink bikini top, and her dark brown eyes blazed with desire. John squirted some more of the sunscreen lotion in his hand before rubbing his hands together trying to warm it up a little. He reached out touching her shoulders once again and she jumped a little.

He started the same way he had on her back as he did on her front, starting at her shoulders and worked his way down. John pressed his left hand on her sternum then allowed it to drift downwards dipping into her cleavage before he moved down to her flat stomach. He rubbed lightly with a smile. Joss's back arched and she moaned softly when he reached up, touching the undersides of her breasts deliberately. He finished applying the sunscreen to her legs and Joss looked up at him in a daze. John tried to ignore his burgeoning erection, finding putting sunscreen on Joss way too exhilarating.

"My turn," she breathed as she grabbed the lotion beside them, sitting up. "Time to take your shirt off, John." her breath was coming out a bit fast and her voice was husky. He reached down, yanking the muscle tank top off while she sighed contentedly. John sat staring at her as she motioned with her hands. "Lay on your stomach." John should have told her no, that he didn't need any on because he didn't plan on staying on the beach for too long but he couldn't refuse her. He slowly turned on his stomach before he felt her straddling the backs of his thighs. She began similar to how did her, starting at his shoulders and worked her way downward. Joss was sliding her hands up and down the wide length of his back before her fingertips made it to his swimming trunks. John felt them sneak under the elastic and began massaging his ass.

"Joss,"

"Yes John?"

"I don't plan on sun-bathing in the nude so I don't believe I need sunscreen on my ass," he whispered for her ears only. Joss didn't remove her hands from underneath his swimming trunks for a good full minute before finally asking him to roll over. She climbed off of him to allow him to roll over before she straddled his hips the moment he was on his back.

John laid on his back eyeing Joss from beneath her where they were pressing intimately. John knew he couldn't hide what putting the sunscreen lotion on her had done to him. Joss squirted more lotion into her hands not verbally mentioning his hard on but the way she rotated her hips to get closer to him meant she noticed. Joss ran her hands across his chest taking too much time on his nipples.

"Joss, stop." he whispered through gritted teeth as she finally moved downwards across his chest and abdomen. "I think I'm good Joss," he tried to not grab her as she continued to rub the sunscreen onto his body. He was trying not to move, but it was getting harder and harder...not to move.

"You're not fully protected from the sun yet, John." She grinned as she reached his sides running from his hips to his armpits when she noticed that he moved to get away from her light touch. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said tightly as she repeated the action. The moment she brushed the upper part of his ribcage he tried to resist the urge to laugh, not about to inform Joss that he was ticklish. But by the way a devilish smile graced her lips, he didn't need to tell her one damn thing. She figured it out on her own.

"You're ticklish!" she squealed with delight as she ran her hand over the same area and earned a startled chuckle out of him. "How come I never noticed that before?" he grabbed at her hands.

"Because I never let you touch me there, now stop Joss!" Joss laughed as she struggled to continue tickling him while she wiggled on him, making it decidedly harder to ignore how intimately they were touching in front of anyone that could see. John easily deflected her hands and he was much bigger than she was which he used to his advantage. He picked her up and plopped her on her butt as he stood up.

"HEEEEY! I wasn't done tickling you, now that I know about it." She grinned as she got to her knees in front of him. Oh god, he needed to cool himself down, rubbing sunscreen on her and then her tickling him was a new form of foreplay. John eyed her, deciding to have a little fun of his own. He squatted down to her level, grabbing her wrist in an iron tight clasp, and yanked her up onto his shoulder much like a fireman's carry careful not to hurt the baby or her. He stood up, turning around and began walking towards the ocean.

"John, put me down!" she squealed. "We are supposed to be looking for the Bakers," she reminded him as he carried her.

"Oh now you remember our reason for being here, well too bad, Joss, you are about to go for a swim."

"Oh no you don't, don't you dare throw me in the water, John!" She thrashed in his arms and he grinned as she smacked at his ass to get him to stop. "Stop, no John, I can't swim."

"Yes you can." he laughed, knowing that she could.

"Please put me down, John, I'm sorry for tickling you!"

"No you're not."

"Okay you're right I'm not, but I'm the mother of your unborn child, you don't want to do this! Your baby commands you to stop." John laughed happily as she tried everything she could think of to get him to not dunk her into the ocean as she flailed beating on his ass the entire way. He heard hoots and hollers from other men, and giggling from other women knowing that anyone could see what was going on, but not caring. He needed a cool dip in the ocean to calm his raging libido and he suspected so did Joss. He carried her further into the ocean and he allowed her feet to touch the warm ocean water. When he was sure it was deep enough she wouldn't get hurt when he flipped her in the water was when he stopped.

"Joss..."

"Yes, John?"

"Have a nice dip."

"Don't you dare…". but the rest ended up on a started squeal as he flipped her off his shoulder, and he heard a curse word, quickly followed by his name, before hearing a splash behind him. He couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun. Maybe Hawaii wasn't so bad after all.


Author's note: Utter fluff that's what this story will be, though there will be some action in the way of their new numbers, and AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW John wants to propose. Poor unromantic John, surely he should never have gone to Finch for advice since Finch always does something extravagant :D I mean the man gave John a loft for his birthday hahahahahahahahaha.

Uh-oh John flipping Joss into the water, is not good for his overall health };P Next chapter, Frankie reappears much to my own delight he's such a fun character to write :D

Hope you enjoyed, and as always I adore everyone that takes the time to read, review, favorite or follow truly you guys rock. I am still hard at work on the video I promised, its coming along quite nicely and if you hadn't guessed its Carter Reese centric since most of my stories are :D