AN: This was inspired by my wish to write a Halloween Careese fic, and well this is the result! It's definitely AU for a couple reasons 1.) Joss lives on 2.) the end to 3x09 is different. 3.) it's supernatural lol. Hope you guys enjoy this it's very CaReese centric the other characters lend to their story in this and I have a few of my own characters that were very fun for me to write!

Thanks Elaine for proofing this for me! I owe you a million!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, the characters/show belong to their rightful owners I just enjoy taking them out for a spin }:D

Present Day (July 30th 2014)

It was like she was coming out of a fog, no other way to describe it. The edges to her consciousness were growing sharper, crisper and clearer. Her body felt like it had been dragged by a semi-truck for several miles going at like 100 mph. Yep, she felt like road-kill or something even worse than road-kill. Was that even possible, her feeble mind wondered. Probably not, but it was how her mind and body felt at the moment. Her heart and soul were already pummeled, may as well add her body and mind too.

Joss struggled to open her eyes. She succeeded only to slam them shut again, cursing the damned light that greeted her sight. For the love of god, who turned on such a bright light? Joss opened her eyes, slamming them shut once more, but succeeding in keeping them open longer than prior. Soon her eyes remained open. Ah-ha, she thought with mild success.

Okay now that her eyes were open, she felt a little better. But not much, as she surveyed her surroundings. She wasn't in a hospital, nor at home, or at any familiar place whatsoever. Nope, this place was new to her senses. She groaned a bit trying to move, her body hating the idea. So she gave up. Instead she moved her head, shifting her eyes around trying to get a feel for where the hell she was. The ceiling was low, popcorn tiles, and was a stale off-white color; she bet Finch would grimace at a place such as this. Her eyes searched, she was in a double sized bed, comforter was neutral in color, the bed was firm and it had two nightstands one on each side of the bed. Her gaze moved off to the right, there was a lone small rectangular window with dark curtains covering the thing. But the sunlight filtered through still, warming her skin, and she smiled at least having a source of the light to her eyes.

"Son of a bitch," she moaned as she struggled, wiggled, and just barely sat up. Now that she was sitting up she could see she was in a bedroom, a tiny one at that; besides the bed and two nightstands there wasn't anything besides a sub-standard small four drawer dresser. There was a door next to the dresser which she assumed was a closet, and on the other side of the dresser was a doorway that lead to what she could only assume was a hallway to the rest of wherever she was. But she let out a squeak when she looked down at herself and saw she wasn't in her detective's garb anymore, nope, rather she was wearing an oversized New York Giants sweatshirt. Okay clearly someone had taken her clothes off, someone had dressed her in this, and someone had taken care of her as she gingerly touched her forehead where a bandage greeted her hand.

"Yep on all accounts," Joss jumped which jostled her already battered body before she looked up when a feminine voice greeted her. She stared at the pretty blonde standing in the threshold of the doorway, her blonde hair was long, and she had pretty aqua color eyes. "Sorry you dislike the room you're staying in."

"Uh…." She hadn't realized she was speaking out loud.

"You're so cute it's no wonder why he loves you so." Okay, this woman seemed nice enough but not all with it. The grin on the blonde beauty's face grew wider as if she was reading her thoughts. Great just what she needed some whackadoodle that was a mind reader seeing into her thoughts.

"Uh…." She said again not entirely sure what to say. So she chose something simple. "Who are you?"

"Where are my manners, I'm Margaret but you can call me Mags." She greeted before she gave her a curtsey like they were in the 1600s. "I'm only here to see your face when you get a load of him, he's been sort of mopey while you've been out of it, he blames himself for not getting to you before you got hurt even though we assured him he got to you in time." We, so that meant there was someone else here, and judging by the way she kept saying he, that must mean there was a guy too. "But my sister and I can already imagine how your reaction is going to be when you see him." Joss watched as the blonde pulled out a camera. "Care if I take a picture?"

"Er…." Who was this man that she was speaking of?

"So Joss what do you remember from last night?" the blonde changed the subject.

"Well," she paused realizing she remembered quite a bit. She had been ambushed; four males, two approaching her from behind while two had attacked her, and she recalled the beating she took. Joss was a decent fighter, but, when you're outnumbered two to one, and both male, she was on the losing side of things. She lost consciousness at some point, knowing that when she did she was dead. Well she wasn't dead, or at least she thought she wasn't, she didn't think heaven looked like this. She figured heaven would look different, with her already deceased family members, pearly white gates, and Jesus waiting for her.

The woman laughed happily, drawing her from her thoughts. "Nope, not heaven trust me, you're alive and well Jocelyn." Joss scowled as the blonde once more read her mind as if she was an open book. "But what do you remember?" this Mags woman steered the conversation back to last night.

"I was ambushed by four men while in pursuit of a man I was trying to protect." She answered slowly not knowing this woman from Adam, but, she did save her life.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, I didn't save your life." The woman quickly assured with a quick shake of the head sending her hair flying.

"Will you stop reading my mind?! It's a little weird that you can do that!" Joss snapped and the woman giggled.

"Sorry I forget to let you people speak your mind first. Ooh, he's getting out of the shower…" the crazy blonde chick actually got all quiet and waited. What surprised her is that she hadn't heard the shower going but there was a distinct sound of movement coming from her left. Joss heard a door open.

"Oh thank god, you're awake." Her sore body froze as her head swiveled to the side, the side she hadn't even paid any attention to, to the side that had another door that obviously lead to a bathroom. She watched in shock as the man she knew like the back of her hand, exited that said bathroom in nothing but a towel. "Joss, you're looking at me like you seen a ghost." He teased.

"I….John….you….died….in my arms….." She stuttered and Joss did something she never done before, she fainted.

AN: A short and sweet chapter! And this story is going to be updated more frequently then Entangled II since Entangled II is longer and it gives me a chance to finish the third and final story of the Entangled series lol. So expect a couple updates for this story a week. I'd Come For You is not a long story it has 8 chapters in length, and it was originally going to be posted the week of Halloween but I changed my mind. I have a better story to post on Halloween (*ravenhusker it's coming }:P*)

Again thanks Elaine for reading all my stuff I have thrown at you! You have still more stories to proof for me like the huge rewrite of season 3 I did, and I appreciate everything you have done for me!

And sorry no teasers for the next chapter since chapter 2 is told in flashback form, but I'll get back to teasers after chapter 2, I promise! Thanks for reading I hope you guys are ready for this supernatural ride, it's my first try!