A/N: My muse Person of Interest is still running around in my head. MAKE IT STOP! The only way to stop the torture is to put it on paper, so here goes. Don't forget to review.

As Carter put on her earrings and took a look at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but think, 'not bad Joss, not bad' . Even if she had to say it for herself, she did fix up nicely. It was a rare occcasion that she got to get out of her work wardrobe and dress up. She was hesitant when Detective Szymanski asked her out, but she thought about it again, and said to herself, 'why not', there's not a lot of other guys beating her doors down asking for a date. So this was the big night.

Taylor noticed her in her bedroom getting fixed up and smiled.

"So mom, you're going out tonight?" it was a rhetorical question. "You look good mom."

"Thanks baby."

"You know my friends think of you as a MILF."

"Taylor! You know I hate that term."

"Hey, don't kill the messenger. And I hate it too, especially when its MY mother. But I admit I do have a smoking hot mom when she want to be."

"Thank you."

"So Mr. Suit finally asked you out, huh?"

Joss froze. She knew exactly who Taylor was talking about, but how he came up with that conclusion was beyond her. He only met him once. And maybe he had heard her talking to him on the phone a few times while at home, but he barely knew of John. How and why would he think that? Is she that obvious?

"No, Taylor. John, Mr. Suit as you call him, did not ask me out. Det. Szymanski did. Why would you think I was going out with him?"

Taylor hunched up his shoulders. "I don't know. You two have that vibe."

Joss practically yelled. "That vibe!"

"Yeah, that sexual tension vibe."

She could catch flies with the look she was giving him. Then she gave him the death glare.

"You know you're getting too smart for your own britches. Stay out of grown folks business, especially MINE! I don't want to be late, so I'm out of here. Behave while I'm gone."

Taylor snickered as she walked past him. Then stopped her before she went down the stairs.

"Mom wait. I really hope you have a nice time, but a little advice from your son... you're a pain in the butt, but a great lady. Just...don't settle for anything you don't REALLY want. You deserve the best."

Joss looked at him fondly, bristling a little over 'the pain in the butt' part, but over all touched by his words.

"Thanks baby. I'll try to keep that in mind. Goodnight."

Taylor turned to his bedroom. 'This is all wrong. I got to fix this' He pulled out his cell phone and dialed his number.

"Hey, it's me Taylor... What's wrong? Everything! You need to step it up man or you're going to lose her!"