Mean As A Junkyard Dog

by SassyJ

Logan Pierce was used to getting his own way. Whatever he wanted, he had to have, so he would go to any lengths to achieve that goal. This time it's John Wiley he wants. Reese and Finch know that this time their number is obsessive and has resources, how far will they have to go to keep on helping the Irrelevants?

1. Chapter 1

Logan Pierce was not a man accustomed to rebuff. Whether invading personal space, or winning an auction for charity, that was where he wanted to be. On top.

The gift of the watch had clearly been rebuffed. He had been unable to track the wearer's movements. Ergo, the watch had gone unworn, and had been disposed of.

He assumed that John's handler was responsible. If one took that assumption, one also had to take on board the notion that John was perfectly happy with that arrangement.

Being rebuffed sucked.

Pierce would just have to be cleverer about it. Almost from the first moment he had seen the tall, dark, handsome man across the room at the charity auction, the collector's soul in Pierce had wanted John for his collection. He only had one of everything, and that one should be the best. John was the best.

So he had pushed him to try and find out what his limits were. Watching John walk away when a group of Logan's so-called friends turned up in the Russian bar had almost prompted Pierce to go after him. But he wanted to test the man, and the test had gone like a charm.

Wiley had passed with flying colors. Pierce had thrown his arm around the larger man's shoulders as they were walking away. It took all of four seconds for John to remove his arm. In those four seconds Pierce ascertained a number of things, one that he wanted this man, whatever it took, secondly that the man was stronger and fitter than the suit revealed, he would be a formidable opponent and three, if capture were involved, Pierce had better have a game plan for after capture if he wanted to keep him.

There were few things that a very bored, extremely rich man could not do. Employing an army of watchers to find his John and report his whereabouts, not even a stretch.

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He was back home where he belonged, with Finch and Bear, doing the thing that had brought him happiness. But somehow Reese couldn't shake himself of the feeling that someone was out there watching. Something in the tiresome antics of Logan Pierce had reminded him of a past number, something was wrong.

He couldn't put his finger on it. But after Kara and the bomb vest, and before her Root, John knew they were living on borrowed time.