SHE'S NO YOU
BY SHOETINGSTAR
For destined627 and piscestoo! Enjoy!
Author's Note: Unlike my first CaReese story this one has explicit sex. YOU ARE WARNED.
Author's Note: I personally actually like Zoe. But I LOVE Carter. And I LOVE Reese. And I LOVE Carter and Reese together. So this is not as meant as a Zoe-bashing but more of longing for more CaReese! And it is definitely not meant as a racial-hating or the like.
1.
Reese was rejoicing that it was all over and that he could finally take off the bellhop uniform he'd come to despise. The job was done and Finch had bought the hotel in one of his many unbelievably expensive impulse buys. Mira was safe and now had a new job as the hotel management. The little old man was smartly-dressed and seemed completely harmless. He got into the elevator just as Reese was making the trip up to check out the penthouse, and just after he had invited her to meet him for a drink.
"Young man, you are not what you seem." A confident, British-accented voice came from the man.
The man had been so quiet before this sudden declaration startled Reese who had been in deep thought.
"That's true of most people," John replied, dryly.
"No you misunderstand…." He peered at John in the most curious way. His clear, blue eyes sparkled as he seemed to quickly read into Reese's very being. Reese actually shivered.
All the shit you've seen and this little old man was giving you the creeps? Really, John?
"You know the difference between a wish and the fulfillment of that dream?"
"I'm sure you're going to tell me."
Reese tried to place the regional origin of his accent.
"Ah!" The man took the statement as great fun. "It's simple. Preparation. And you were not prepared for her, were you?"
Reese's instincts hummed.
"Who or What…?"
"You know the "who." You're lady friend."
Zoe? He'd just invited her to the bar for drink.
"Not that one," The man said, even though John had not shared his thoughts. "The Lady Detective."
Reese's brow creased with faint irritation. Did the old guy think he was some kind of psychic? He wasn't going to give him anything to twist for whatever purpose he had.
"You don't have to say a thing. I already know her name. Carter. Jocelyn: a pretty name for a pretty lady. But she's so much more, isn't she? You pull that thread and you will unravel. "
"Is this quilt-making advice or do you have a point?" He looked down at the man using his height as an effective intimidation factor. "What do you want? Who put you up to this? I won't ask you again."
He didn't voice the biggest concern. It was difficult to imagine that he was an actual threat to Carter, unless Elias or HR had gotten extremely creative in their hiring of thugs. However, he'd seen crazier things, hadn't he?
"Quilts?! No. I was speaking of tapestries" The Man said in good-nature. "And here's where I get off."
John exited the elevator with him. Something was going on here and he had to know exactly what.
The man chuckled to himself as if he'd just heard a joke. "Oh, and speaking of getting off…That's how they say it now a days, correct? Anyway, I see no harm in you experiencing some fun. Just for a night."
He handed John a card – simple white business card with a black-inked drawing of a dragon on it. The dragon was in the shape of circle and eating its own tail.
"My name is Redgrave, by the way," The man called over his shoulders as he continued down the hall. "Sweet dreams!"
….
2.
"I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but it is for the best."
Reese knew Finch was right. However, it didn't feel right. He was not supposed to talk to Carter. Exactly how was he going to accomplish that and for how long?
"We all just need time to… ruminate," Finch said, as if he read John's mind. There seemed to be a lot of that going on tonight. "Hopefully, we will all survive," he added. He looked at Reese wearily.
John knew Harold was graciously softening the blow a bit and by "we" he meant "you."
"Perhaps you shouldn't have told me about Beecher making Carter fail her FBI test."
"Oh we'll keep an eye on him," Finch said. He was obviously unhappy about the situation as well.
Reese downed the rest of his cold beer in a single big gulp. The bar of Harold's newly acquired hotel bar was nice, and things became even nicer as Zoe sauntered in with her usual confident, sexy stride.
They all made small talk, before Finch made an excuse to leave. Reese put his plan into swing: the penthouse and Zoe. What could be a better distraction from this odd day?
He liked how easy things were with her. They were simply two adults who enjoyed each other, no drama or expectations for commitment. They had their fun and then went their own perspective ways. Friends with amazing benefits.
They were on their way to the elevator when he got the text.
Carter. Call her.
Great timing Joss.
"What?" Zoe asked.
He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud. This was awkward and he wondered why? I didn't really have to be that way. Zoe was his friend. Carter was a friend. He worked with both of them. There was nothing weird here and nothing to hide. His gut, however, did not quite agree with that assessment. He ignored his gut and answered the text.
"Checking in with the girlfriend?" Zoe remarked.
"Girlfriend?"
"Your detective friend."
"Fusco? We're strictly friends no matter what you've heard."
"Ha, ha. You're avoiding the subject. Interesting."
They reached the penthouse and Zoe eyed John seductively, pulling him by his waistband toward the door.
John's phone rang.
Carter.
Okay, her timing was disastrous…
He sheepishly looked at Zoe.
"Take the call," and she took his keycard and blew him a kiss before letting herself inside.
3.
"Thought you were staying away from me Carter?"
"Yes, I'm fine, John. Thanks for asking. How are you?"
He honestly wasn't sure. Something was off but he didn't have the all the pieces he needed to put it all back together.
"I'm…Busy, actually." He winced. It came out harsher than he meant.
"Sorry, I bothered you. Not sure why I called you anyway."
The emphasis on "you" didn't escape him.
"I'm distracted," he said as an apology before she hung up. "You need me?"
"It's nothing. Forget it. Have a good night," she said, then quickly hung up.
He immediately called her back and threatened her out of the goodness of his heart.
"Talk. Or I'm coming over there."
"That's funny. After you avoided me for two weeks…"
He knew he had to tread carefully. She hadn't seen him, but he knew everything that was going on with her. And now thanks to Finch he knew about the new FBI job situation that took place while he was stuck at the hotel job.
"Promise me you won't go all Terminator on him. I'm a big girl. I can handle it. Okay?" She said.
Beecher.
"What did he do?"
"I think he's dirty. And I need proof."
"Why don't we meet…?"
Shit. He'd almost made a date to meet her tonight.
She didn't sound okay and he didn't like it. And he damn sure was not about to make any promises about what he would, or would not do, to Beecher.
"I'm on a case now. Tomorrow? Usual place? Noon?"
"Sure. I better get to bed,"
"Bed?" He looked at the time on his cellphone.
"A bit early for you?"
"Been a long day…"
"Let me guess…You got a glass of wine, a soft, sweet red."
"Stop."
"What are you wearing?"
Or not wearing, he thought. He hoped, truthfully.
"You're serious? You want to go there?'
"Boundaries have been crossed, Carter. The Walls of Jericho are down, permanently."
"I called to get a shoulder and you give me sex talk. Good going John."
Her voice was a low, sexy purr in spite of her reprimand.
"I can't believe you went out with that guy…" he said, out of the blue.
"Right now I can't either," she said, softly. "But what are my options with this job? With everything?"
"I know this guy. Tall, he's been called handsome. In a similar line of work. Ambidextrous. Or maybe you don't like white guys?"
"Oh get out of here with that!" She was trying not to laugh. "Maybe you don't like the chocolate?"
"You still have some things to learn about me," John said. "Plus, I invited you move-in and never got an answer. The ball is in your court."
Carter laughed. This was the first time either of them had brought up the Riker's incident since Donnelly had surprised them. It felt like the iceberg between them was breaking.
"Don't you have a date to get to? Yeah, Finch tells me things also," she said at his surprise.
"So, you're in bed and…" John said.
"Don't be rude, John. I'm going to say goodnight now."
"Answer my question first."
"Which – "
"And you know which."
He heard her release a breath. "I can't believe I'm doing this…"
"I'll start. Tonight I'll be going to sleep butt naked."
"Oh, fuck you."
He said nothing. And the moment just hung there with possibility.
"You will be disappointed…A simple, white tank and panties."
"No bra?"
"No bra. Now, bye."
Then she was gone, leaving him alone with that salacious image.
4.
He wasn't alone for long.
"It's about time," Zoe said when he entered the room. "You're not cancelling on me, are you?" She teased.
Her voice was different. She sounded more like…
He turned to see Carter was sitting on the bed her tank and panties, smiling brightly at him.
"You okay?' Zoe asked him. He blinked rapidly, no Carter. Zoe was on the bed in red bra and panties against her creamy skin. She was looking at him cautiously.
"Fine. It's just been long day," he explained, hoping his smile covered up his inner chaos.
He grabbed a drink at the room bar. Zoe slinked over to him and pressed the length of her body against his back.
She pulled his coat down his shoulders and off. But when he turned again, he found himself looking down into Carter's pretty heart-shaped face. Joss was unbuttoning his white shirt with contagious, eager affection. He crushed her body into him, took her face in his hands, kissing her hungrily.
"Someone's ready for me." It was Zoe again, her hand caressing his prominent hard-on through the front of his pants, before undoing his button and letting down the zipper.
What the fuck was going on here? He couldn't be drunk and he'd never had this kind of drunken reaction before. He was accomplishing some intense fantasy-play. Though he could not understand it, he did not dislike it.
"Do you notice anything different about me?" He asked Zoe or Carter. "Do I look different to you?"
"You look the same and that's good. Tall, handsome and fuckable. No complaints here."
"What about my voice?"
"No, you're just you," she said as she stripped him down his black boxer-briefs and led him to the bed. "It's my turn to take charge, huh?"
He saw Carter kissing him, working her way lower and lower down the length of his body.
"You first," he said when she began to kiss her way down his belly.
She ignored him and pulled down his underwear, freeing his thick, rigid cock. Joss licked up and down his shaft, before taking the fat tip in her mouth. John thought he would cum right then and there. And then she was looking him square in the eye as her mouth made love to his cock and it took his whole will to last a bit longer. As good as it felt and as amazing as it was to have Carter do this for him, he had other plans he was eager to attend to.
"Come here," he directed, and she crawled her way up his body.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
Disclaimer: Regarding characters related to the television show Person of Interest. I DO NOT OWN PERSON OF INTEREST or its characters. This story was written for entertainment purposes only and with the creative affection of a fan. No profit was made from this work. No copyright infringement intended.
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