AN: Some of you may remember this one eventually. I wrote this story back in January 2014 and posted it on my tumblr blog for our Joss Carter event "Changed by Carter" (during that time, we had these monthly events to honor the character of Joss Carter). I called this story "Samaritan". I never thought for a second to post it here, to be honest, because I simply felt that it wasn't good enough, since my writing is sooooooo not in the same league as of all these wonderful Careese fanfiction writers here hahahahha. Anyways today I was about to delete this one here and somehow that made me feel sad. Sigh, so I finally decided to post it here.

It's totally AU, because to me Joss Carter will always be alive, I don't own any of the characters and sadly me didn't have someone for a "proofreading". Since English isn't my spoken language I'm sorry for all the mistakes. ;-))).

It has been nearly three months months, since he lost the woman who meant the world to wasn't a single day without him being reminded of her beautiful smile, her doe eyes, who always had that certain twinkle if looking at him. Her smile that only he managed to get from her, if he teased her the right way. God, he missed her so much.

No, John Reese wasn't the same man he used to be since that fateful day Simmons tracked them down in that alley.

He was a broken man.

After he gave himself a few weeks off, he had returned to New York and continued to work for Finch. Not because he wanted to, but he couldn't get rid of this thought that this was what she expected from him. And he couldn't deny this woman anything, even if she was gone now. Besides what else could he do? There was nothing left in his life. His only hope was that someone maybe would put him out of his misery.

No, he really wasn't the same man he used to be. He felt dead inside and that feeling wouldn't stop. God how he wished he could have died with her.

Today was one of his worse days. He had dreamed of her. They just had left the precinct. She looked so gorgeous that day. He remembered that he thought she couldn't look more beautiful now that she had gotten her badge back and all the weight she was carrying with her since her demotion seemed to have vanished.

He realized at that moment that he was hopelessly in love with her. And this time he wouldn't shut his mouth. He was scared as hell, but he couldn't forgive himself, if he didn't tell her how he felt. That was his plan, but just as he was about to reveal everything Simmons showed up and a moment later she was dying in his arms.

"Joss." he whispered as a single tear runs down his cheek. He found himself standing infront of her grave.

"Having again some worse day, honey? "

He nodded to the old lady who nearly spent as much time on the graveyard as he did, if his time during saving numbers, hunting Vigilance and searching for more information about this second machine allows him to.

"You are still young. I know it's hard and it didn't help, but trust me, god has a plan for everyone. There is good samaritan waiting for everyone." she said and pat him on the back.

"Maybe if you keep telling me that everytime you sneak in behind me I will one day really believe you, even if i have lost mine." Reese answered her sadly before he said goodbye to Joss for today.

Lionel was waiting and someone needs to get saved.

2 Months ago.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

She slowly was trying to open her heavy eyelids.

"Welcome back among the living Joss Carter." An unfamilar voice was greeting her as she finally managed to open her eyes.

"John?" was the only word she managed to get out before drifting back into sleep. She felt incredibly weak.

The second time she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a friendly looking man who seemed to be her doctor.

"How are we feeling today Mrs. Carter? You are already looking quite nicely considering the fact that you were dead and we were having a hard time to bring you back to life. That guardian angel of yours did one hell of a job, too." he said with a light chuckle.

So she really died in Johns arms that night and it wasn't just a bad dream, she realized then. "John, what happened to him? I need to see him, is he okay?" She couldn't bear the thought that something bad had happened to him and she didn't know. "John…" she whispered as she was trying to get up. The doctor stopped her.

"Shhh Mrs. Carter. You need to calm down. You had been sleeping over a month now and finally your condition isn t life-threatening anymore, but it really was a close call and you now have to concentrate on your recovery. Do you understand me?" She nodded her head.

And with that the doctor put a single bullet out of his pocket and left it on the nearby table. Then he injected her something and she drifted back into a light sleep.

"But what about my family? John? Where are they?" No, something wasn't right here. Absolutely not. She remembered thinking.

The third time she woke up there wasn't anyone there. She was all alone and her body was still weak and painful, but she could manage to think clear. Where the hell was she? Why wasn't her family by her side? And what was about John? Could it be that he hasn't made it? Then she remembered the panic in his eyes as she was dying in his arms. Oh god she needed to see him. That feeling was overwhelming her.

The door opened and her doctor together with two nurses entered the room. After they had finished their medical examination the doctor turned his attention back to her "I'm sorry i haven't introduced myself yet. I am Doctor Ambrose. You got shot nearly 1 1/2 months ago. Your family thinks you are dead. Your funeral was terrible sad and no, this here is not some witness protection. I am sorry but this is all me am allowed to tell you, so please try to keep calm and don't cause us any trouble. Your room is monitored and there is no way out. We are not the enemies. You are save here. Just get better okay?"

And with that he just left the room and a speechless Joss Carter.

Joss realized that she wasn't physically able to do anything right now, so she made herself a mental note to find out everything about this mysterious place she had been taken, this doctor Ambrose and most of all why she had been captured.

Her view stayed on the lonely bullet laying on the table next to her. That must be the one Simmons put into her chest. She remembered that sudden pain she felt as that bullet hit her, a feeling that only surpassed by the fear of losing John. Damn it, she needed to do something.

Suddenly she realized there was a phone on the table too.

Nice try fellas, check out the room before you try to keep someone hidden in there. But her hope of maybe hearing Johns voice again died immediately as she took the phone in her hand. It was dead. Of course it had to be.

Half a month later

Joss was already walking again. Not that she wasn't allowed to go anyway far, but at least she was able to walk again. To be quite honest Joss Carter was about to kill someone, because after all that time she hasn't found out anything in particular about her situation. In fact it has gotten worse, she started to like this Doctor Ambrose. He was the only person who was allowed to talk to her and beside the fact she was dying to get out of this place, she missed to talk to some familar faces. But giving up wasn't Joss Carter. No, in fact she had come up with a plan.

Another two weeks later

Joss felt terrible. Her escape plan she used that poor Doctor for completely failed. A guy everyone called Collier showed up and made it clear that he wasn't willing of letting her go. She later realized it was his voice she first heard as she woke up here at this awful place. Now her situation has gotten worse. Ambrose seemed to have vanished, nobody was talking to her anymore and the worst thing of them all: She hasn't found out anything major about her situation except the fact that this Collier guy seemed like THE ONE guy calling the shots here.

Joss Carter was about to give up. The need to see her family and friends, but most importantly John slowly was killing her and she had no idea what to do now. So she turned her attention back to the two bullets in her hand. She remembered how surprised she was as she found Johns bullet in her leather jacket, Ambrose had given back to her some time ago, because she thought she had lost it forever. So this here had become her little ritual lately. Playing with those two bullets. The one from John and the one who nearly killed her. It was the only reminder of her old life and those bullets kept screaming to her to never give up.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggg.

It was the phone. Joss nearly dropped the two bullets.

Suddenly the always dead phone started to ring and as she took the call she was listening to a male computer voice.

"Can. You. Hear. Me. Detective. Jocelyn. Carter?"