AN:I got this idea from reading another fic about Taylor and John not really liking each other. This is going to be a two part fic that I hope you enjoy. And as always please review because it just makes me want to write more. LOL!

Knocking on the door, he waits until it opens before the shooting starts.

John shoots the man that answers in the knee caps and then proceeds to take out the other four idiots in the room before his gaze zooms in on the leader who's reaching for his weapon.

However, by the time he does, John has his grenade launcher aimed at him, shaking his head no. "I wouldn't if I were you, Willy. Can I call you Willy?" He does this deliberately, knowing the thug's name was William but he just can't seem to help himself.

"Willy, you and I have a problem that I'm hoping can be solved without further violence, not that I'm imposed to more violence mind you, but I need you alive if we're going to get this problem solved."

William Smith nodded his head and replied. "Look...man, whatever you think I've done, it wasn't me and I'm sure we can come to a mutually satisfying arrangement."

John smirks slightly. "Willy, you see the problem is that some of your younger thugs have befriended a friend of mine's son by the name of Taylor Carter. Now this wouldn't be a problem, but if Taylor's mom, who's a cop, finds out... well then she'd come here and confront not only your boys but you as well and I can't have that." Leaning in close towards Willy, John says menacingly, "If you and any of your men ever touch a hair on her or her son's heads, I'd kill you in the most painful ways possible. And Willy, believe me when I say that I know some extremely painful ways." He leans back, knowing he's gotten his point across fairly well.

"Look man, just tell me what you want and see if I can help get this misunderstanding cleared up." William is really nervous which. There's something satisfying about it.

John says, "First, I want you to order your boys to stay the hell away from Taylor and to keep anyone else of questionable character away as well. And second, I want you to make sure keep an eye out for the kid and his mother; make sure no harm comes to them.

Willy shakes his head. "Look man, I ain't running no damn daycare for some cop and her kid. So hell no!"

Smiling, he pulls out several papers from his pocket and hands them to Willy, watching him with grim satisfaction as the blood drains from his face.

He finally looks up and asks, "How did you get this information, man? Who the hell are you?"

"That's neither here nor there, Willy. The point is that I have them and am more than willing to carry out my threat. So Willy, I see you recognize all the addresses of all your stash houses, money laundering¸ and other assorted illegal happenings. Now what do you think will happen if your boss finds out business was suddenly halted due to police presence at each and every address on that list? I'll tell you what he'd do, Willy. He's realize that maybe you aren't the person to be left in charge and that you should be replaced and you wouldn't want that now would you, Willy? And before you think about calling and having the safe houses moved...well, let's just say, I have friends who are more than willing to move them before you can. So are you now willing to do what I ask?"

Reese sends a pleasant smile in the direction of William before heading towards the door. "When you've made your decision, contact me. I really hope to hear from you by tomorrow. If not...well, I'm sure you can figure that out."

He walks out the door, already knowing that Willy will be calling him that night.

It turns out he was right because not a few hours later, Willy calls him and not only does everything go as planned but he finds out who Willy's boss is, who just so happens to not be a fan of Elias.

So he has Taylor and Carter extra protection from men who hate Elias just as much as he does. It's just like he told Finch. There's always a method to his madness. Of course, convincing Carter of this wasn't really that easy.

He grimaces as he thinks of that conversation and how it went.

Flashback

"John, I can't believe you made a deal with that criminal!"

He cuts in, voice hardening with each word. "I would make a deal with the devil to protect you and Taylor. Haven't you wondered why I didn't just take the bastard out when I had the chance earlier? Everything and I do mean everything I do, there's a reason for where you and Taylor are concerned. I needed the top man, not some flunky like Willy. This top guy just so happens to be one of the few in organized crime that doesn't really care for Elias or his techniques. And Joss, like the saying goes, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. So by getting Walker and his thugs as added protection for you and Taylor when I can't be there, I essentially also have extra protection for the both of you against Elias as well. Of course they're clueless about that little small detail but why bother them with it." He finishes with a shrug of his shoulders.

Joss sighs, dropping her head in shame, knowing she's hurt him by questioning or if she's really honest, slinging accusations without any merit when all he's trying to do is protect her and her son. She may not like how he does it but still.

Raising both her hands she caresses his face and kisses him. Even as his stubborn ass remains stiff, she continues and bites down on his lip a little harder than necessary. She gets the desired results as his mouth opens so she can easily slide her tongue in, knowing his resistance was futile.

He takes control of the kiss which quickly turns heated as anything does where she and John are concerned, especially when tongues are involved.

However, before that happens she needs to let him know she's sorry and how much she trusts him. Breaking the kiss, she whispers in his ear. "John, I'm sorry for not trusting you. But I do trust you. It's just that I might have a few…umm…control…issues that make it appear like I mistrust you."

Smirk firmly planted, he leans back, raises her chin, looks her in the eye and says. "You a control freak? No!" He waits for the smile that he knows this will elicit because he can't stand to see her upset, especially at him. What can he say? He's whipped and damn if he doesn't love every minute of it.

He continues on. "I know it's been just you and Taylor for a long time but if we're going to do this, you can't continue to act like it's still just the two of you." He stalls her by raising his hand. "And yes, I've got to stop making decisions as if I'm by myself and let you in on the plans. I guess, Joss, we're a work in progress but there's no one else I'd rather work on this with but you."

She sighs. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has said to me. It just had to come from my knight-in-not-so-shining-armor that's been beat the hell up. But oh well. It was still sweet." She's smirking at him in a way that reminded him a lot of himself.

He realizes she's definitely picked up a few of his own bad habits. He smirks in return. He'll never admit it but he's pretty sure they're made for each other.

End of Flashback

Reese smiles as he thinks a moment about how passionate things turned that night between them after they'd settled their disagreement before shaking his head. Now, he needs to go and teach some manners to a wet- behind-the-ears pup.