A/N This two part fic was originally a request by Lovemboth who wanted a one shot with Reese and Carter where there were no cases, no numbers, no Finch and no Fusco. It would be just Reese and Carter spending time together, enjoying each other's company. Angee wanted a fic where the two of them travelled to the Bahamas. So I folded those two concepts together and came up with this. This is my first ever angst free fic with these two. Hope you enjoy.

***I do not own Person of Interest or any of its characters.

The smoke was clearing.

Finally in the long weeks after Rikers and an awkward period of both her and Reese avoiding each other, Carter felt things slowly going back to normal. Well as normal as things could be with her job and her after hour work with her favourite vigilante and his secretive partner. But she felt she was gradually coming out of the fog that had surrounded her.

She and Reese were becoming comfortable around each other once more and they'd slipped back into their routine of working cases together, clashing over his methods of keeping people safe, and her reeling him in when she felt he was teetering close to the point of no return. There was little time for them to spend alone in the days and weeks that followed his late night visit to her apartment. They had yet to be fully intimate, but every now and again, he would brush up against her, let his arm linger next to hers. He would hand her a cup of coffee and let his fingers brush over her skin, pretending not to notice the effects of his nearness on her.

Of course this always happened in the middle of an investigation, a case, or right before he got into an altercation with a perp. So her growing attraction to him and her desire to be near him was neglected in favour of the job. Still he was always in the back of her mind; sometimes thoughts of him came unbidden throughout the day. Other times, she'd smile to herself, idly thinking of something he said or did the last time she saw him.

Fusco had caught her at one of those times. She'd been at her desk, a file open in front of her, but instead of wrapping up the paper work on her last homicide, she'd been thinking of the way Reese had said goodnight to her the previous evening; with a kiss that she felt all the way down to her toes.

They'd agreed to take things slow, but that night she was tempted to take him home.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Fusco asked, waking her up from her day dream.

He shook his head at the flimsy answer she gave, and chuckled to himself. He didn't quite believe her, but told her that whatever it really was, he was glad she wasn't walking around in a daze anymore.

She was glad too.

The previous night had been eventful, but fruitful. A murder attempt foiled, and two suspects arrested. By the time she left the precinct and was on her way home, it was late and she was looking forward to some sleep.

Reese insisted on taking her home and as she was exiting the car he held onto her hand pulling her back inside.

"I want to take you away. Tomorrow." He said. "I know you have the next two days off work. Taylor's at your mother's."

She was taken aback, turned toward him in the seat and stared at him for a minute.

"Cancel your plans, whatever they are and come with me."

"You're serious." She said.

"I am. I have an old acquaintance who owes me a favour. He's lending me his jet and we can go wherever we want for 48 hours."

The edges of her lips were curved into the beginnings of a smile. He'd tracked down an old acquaintance to borrow a jet to take her somewhere so they could spend time together.

"And you didn't happen to hold this old acquaintance at gunpoint did you?" She teased, but he ignored her jab.

"Say yes, Carter. We can spend some time together, alone, finally. Which is what we both want." He curled his fingers around hers. "We can relax, have some fun and be back the following afternoon. All you have to do is pack a bathing suit, something nice for dinner and an outfit to come back in. Say yes."

And she did. Now they were halfway to their destination, or so he said, sitting opposite each other on the borrowed jet on two very cushioned seats. She was sipping on a glass of complimentary champagne that he'd poured for her. The sky outside was amazing, not a cloud in sight.

"You still haven't told me exactly where we're going."

He gave her his typical smirk and stood up, standing over her. "I want it to be a surprise." He said sitting next to her. He stretched out his long legs and patted his lap, looking at her legs. She turned in her seat happily obliging him and propped her feet up on his firm thighs.

He slipped off her shoes, dropping her heels onto the floor next to him.

"Careful with those." She cautioned.

"Chinese Laundry?" He asked picking one of them up and looking at the brand inside.

"Yep, gotta indulge myself every once in a while, you know."

"Well let me indulge you for a minute or two." He said running his thumbs over the bottom of her feet as he started to massage them.

She tilted her head back, enjoying the champagne, the feel of his hands on her skin. "You're good with your hands, John. I could definitely get used to this."

"I can hear the rumble in your throat already."

"What rumble?"

"That throaty sound you make when you really enjoy something. You do it when you're eating something sweet, or listening to a song that takes you back. And just now as I was rubbing your feet. You probably don't even know you do it."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do." He said nodding. "You also do it….whenever I kiss you." She blushed a little looking at him as he raised his eyebrows at her.

She put her glass down in the beverage holder next to her and leaned forward till she was face to face with him and stared straight into his eyes. They were so close, lips almost touching and she felt his hand travelling up her thigh.

"Prove it." She whispered against his mouth and she touched her lips to his. Her hands slid around his neck and her mouth opened just as his tongue slipped inside. How warm, how soft she thought as their lips moved together, how passionate and demanding. That's what she always loved about the way he kissed her. She felt taken, alive, consumed with his desire for her even though his touch never moved further than her lips.

She moaned deep as his hands moved over her back and she pushed up even closer to him till she was almost sitting in his lap. Their lips parted only so he could press his against her neck and she leaned into his mouth. She heard him chuckle and ran her fingers over the short hair at his nape.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"You just did it again." He answered, smiling against her lips.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

She took pleasure in his kisses, his gentle touches and the conversation they had for the rest of the flight. Unlike the times spent at her apartment when things were heavy and so emotional, this moment was easy, light and she was enjoying it very much.

Time flew by and soon they'd arrived. She looked outside the window of the plane and turquoise and aquamarine waters suddenly came into view. The sand on the beach was powder white and her eyes opened wide in amazement.

"John….where are we?"

Before he could answer, the pilot announced their descent at the Lynden Pindling International Airport in Nassau, Bahamas.

"The Bahamas, John?"

He looked at her and nodded.

"Oh my God." She whispered. "I've always wanted to come here. How did you know?"

"I listen, Joss." He said simply and she reached out and squeezed his hand looking outside as the plane landed.

It was hot outside when they got out onto the tarmac and she was glad she'd worn light clothing. A warm breeze picked up then and they headed to customs and immigration.

"Enjoy your stay, Mr. Warren, Ms. Carter." The officer said and she smiled as they headed for the exit. She felt excitement bubbling inside her and she anticipated the things John had planned for them. And she knew he had plans. He wouldn't have taken her all the way to the Caribbean if he didn't.

A driver was waiting for them outside and they were taken almost to the other side of the island and over a bridge to Paradise Island.

"Where are we staying, John?" She asked him, feeling giddy and like a child being taken on a family trip, but she didn't care.

"You'll see soon enough." He said and ran his hand along the tip of her nose. He was teasing her, she knew. He was enjoying this side of her and she likewise. It wasn't often either of them got to be playful.

"Welcome to Atlantis." Said the driver as he pulled up to the front of the luxury resort. The lobby was impressive and Joss gazed up at the ceiling, featuring ancient Greek scenes, paintings of gods and goddesses and mythology of old. There were massive columns throughout, the tile on the floors simply remarkable and as she walked over the expanse of the lobby and over to a railing, she looked below to see a section of a large aquarium and what seemed like the beginnings of a wraparound tunnel. In the distance she could hear the sound of slot machines and figured the casino was close by.

"Joss. Don't get lost, come on." John called to her as the bellman took their luggage.

"It's beautiful here."

Reese loved the look in Joss' eyes. They were practically lit up as she stood beside him in the elevator. So far she was in awe of her surroundings and he was glad that he had a big part in putting that smile on her face.

"Our room is at The Reef. Actually it's a suite, an Ocean suite." He said to her. As they got inside they both took in the luxury before them. It was a one bedroom suite and the floor plan was huge. It was decorated in a rich palette of blue hues and spun gold. Lush carpeting accented several areas of the space, plush stylish furniture and rich accent pieces made it look like it was decorated for none other than royalty. There was a king sized bed in the master bedroom, a full bar, a chef's sized kitchen and a living and dining room area.

Rich royal blue draping opened to reveal a very large ceiling high window that reached from one end of the suite to the next and a stretch of crystal blue water was the view from their extended balcony. The bathroom had a double vanity and a beautiful marble tile, gilded mirrors and decorated lighting. The huge tub looked especially alluring as did the separate shower.

"Well?" He asked turning to her as the bellman left. "Think you can stand to stay here over night?"

"Are you kidding? I think you'll have to drag me out of here kicking and screaming." She walked toward him smiling. "Tell Taylor mama's staying in the Bahamas and I'm not coming back."

"And what about me? You're sending me home alone?" He said as she put her arms around his neck. He ran his hands over them, loving how soft her skin felt.

"You'll be stuck right here with me, John." He kissed her then and her lips were inviting. They were soft underneath his and after weeks of taking things slow, and the suddenly seductive mood in this suite he was tempted to take things further. But he didn't want to move too fast, he wanted them to have fun. So although her hands moving underneath his shirt felt oh so good and her rounded bottom felt amazing underneath his hands, he slowed things down again.

"What do you want to do first?"

"What did you have in mind?" Her voice had dipped just a little, and he was fighting to remain in control.

"Well we can swim with the dolphins, we can go through The Dig, there's the water park, the spa, the Straw Market down town and the Fish Fry out west."

"You sound like you know your way around here."

"A few recommendations from my friend. But I assure you, we'll be experiencing everything here for the first time, together."

"What's The Dig?" She asked.

"It's the tunnel you saw when we were checking in. It leads through to an aquarium, local fish, marine life and an exploration of 'the lost city of Atlantis'…the legend this place was built on."

"That sounds nice."

"It's a long walk though. A lot of different exhibits to cover, a lot of different fish and sea creatures. We can do that later tonight…after dinner."

"Let's go to the spa and get a massage. I want to relax, be pampered."

"Your wish is my command."

She loved the twinkle in his eye as he said it and a half hour later they were both side by side in Mandara Spa on massage tables. He'd booked the Couples Retreat Ritual for them and she wasn't entirely surprised to know that the staff downstairs was already expecting them when they got there.

She lay with her head to the side and her eyes closed with a smile on her face. She felt totally relaxed and her muscles were grateful for the attention they were getting.

She felt his finger glide over her mouth and opened her eyes. "You knew I was going to pick the spa didn't you?"

He shrugged a bit. "I hoped."

"Because we both needed to relax?"

"Something like that. But I couldn't miss an opportunity to see you in a towel. And see this….touch this…." He trailed his fingers lightly over her shoulder and down her arm. His soft touch sent a tremor through her and when he wrapped his pinky finger around hers she looked at him. She bit her bottom lip at the expression on his face. It was open want. It was time. He wanted her, just as she wanted him. But she knew he was a patient man, he would take his time.

She reached out and ran her fingers over his ear, his cheek, almost like they were the only two people in the room. He closed his eyes at her touch and she wondered if he was imagining what it would be like between them. She wondered about that too.

When the massage was done they both sat in a deluxe soaking tub in warm rose scented water dressed in barely there swim wear compliments of the spa. She laughed as they twirled together in the water, her arms around his neck, his about her waist. Their spa attendant brought them a fruit tray and they fed each other grapes and strawberries and bits of mango and dilly. John ordered them a bottle of champagne and she sipped on a flute while he pinned her against the edges of the tub. He planted kisses all along her spine and all over her back.

He played with her, touched her and pulled her close and she was caught up in euphoria and the mere presence of him. She was sad when their time was done, but also excited about the rest of the day's activities.

They ended up at the Straw Market downtown on Bay Street, the centre of the city. This was the local hubbub, where the cruise ships came in and tourists roamed the streets looking to buy trinkets and souvenirs and smells of local spices and food filled the air. Horses and carriages carried visitors on a tour of the island, a throwback to a different time and era.

The country's House of Assembley was there in Parliament Square. Joss looked underneath her feet at the cobblestone street and the colonial style architecture of the buildings all around. Bright pinks and green colours bathed the buildings around her and each side of the square was flanked by a bust of one of the founding fathers of the country Sir Milo Butler along with a statue of Queen Victoria on her throne, a scepter in her hand.

A representation of the old and new, she thought.

"The country used to be a former British colony." Said John, as she looked up at the statue.

Later they sampled local food at the Fish Fry out West at Arawak Cay. They sat outside Twin Brothers restaurant sipping on Sky Juice and eating conch fritters and conch salad. After a few sips of the milky drink she felt a little light headed.

"John, what exactly is in this?"

"According to the menu here…gin, coconut water and…sweetened condensed milk."

"It's very nice….. Very potent though. I like it. But if I'm gonna be coherent for the rest of the afternoon, I think I'll only have one."

"I agree. I need you alert for the rest of the evening. I've got plans."

"Well I like the sound of that. I can't afford to fall asleep."

He moved closer to her, his shoulder brushing alongside hers. "I assure you, Joss, you won't. At least, not until after."

Reese stood outside on the terrace, his hands on the railing looking out at the sun as it disappeared underneath the shoreline. The sky was a magnificent mixture of blue and pink and the last set of guests packed up their belongings to return to their rooms.

He checked his watch and saw that they had time. Their dinner reservation was in fifteen minutes and he waited for Joss to finish getting ready. He was wearing his usual dark suit, but this time instead of his black and white uniform, he traded his white shirt for a rich gunmetal shade, and his suit was specially tailored and cut just a little differently.

"I'll be out in a minute." He heard her shout to him and his lips curved in anticipation of what she would look like. They'd spent the entire day roaming the island after their brief visit to the spa. It had felt strange to have no phone call from Finch, no numbers to protect, but he'd thoroughly enjoyed the time he'd spent with her so far. He felt relaxed around her, calm and she was just plain fun to be around. That is, when she wasn't trying to get him to be sensible, or chastising him for acting hastily, or knocking someone out when he should have asked questions first. He guessed that out of their regular environment they were both different, they could be different together and he liked that.

He turned as he heard footsteps behind him and when he looked at her it was a challenge to keep his mouth from dropping open. But he couldn't help but smile and appreciate the sight before him. She wore a strapless cocktail dress, deep purple that reached right above her knee. His eyes ran up and down the full length of her, taking in the view of her legs that looked long and sleek since she was wearing sky high heels. The dress clung to her body nicely he thought and he twirled his fingers motioning for her to turn around. Her bare back was divine, her butt full and round and he walked over to her sliding his hand around her waist.

"You look beautiful, Joss." He said and kissed her on the side of her neck. She giggled as he pulled her to his side where he thought she fit so well.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

"Lead the way, John."