Title: Having Day Dreams, About Night Things, In the Middle of the Afternoon - Part One

Author: Jellie_RayneLuv

Rating: Eventually it will be M or NC17 (adult content people, don't like it, don't read it) This part has some sexual content, but the good stuff will be in a latter part.

Pairing: John & Ellie (like you had to ask?)

Spoilers: None, really ... although this isn't exactly following canon. The wedding never happened. So it's kinda AU, but not really. Some things from season three and four have happened, some haven't.

Disclaimer: You all know the drill, I don't own 'em, just like to play with 'em.

John Casey was a man on a mission. Well, actually he was just getting back from a mission and was making a bee line for his apartment so he could get out of his black ops gear and relax with a nice, stiff drink. Maybe put on some Neil Diamond and kick back in his favorite recliner, or maybe not ... the night was still young.

Morgan, Chuck, Sarah and Alex had all taken off for some kind of "hearts and flowers" couples retreat up in the wine country. He had the whole apartment to himself, hell, he had practically the whole complex to himself.

Devon, as he recalled, had gone off on yet another adrenaline seeking trip with his frat boy buddies, leaving Ellie all alone for another week-end, again. John shook his head in amazement. He really didn't understand the man or his decision making process. Stay in with your beautiful fiance, enjoying everything she had to offer, or go on a trip with your "Bros"? For John, Ellie would have been the obvious choice.

It wasn't like Dr Woodcombe was off saving the world or anything. But not spending quality time with your woman? Well, that could be the beginning of the end of a relationship. Come to think of it, John thought, things had been kind of off between them lately. Nothing major, mind you ... just some little things that he had noticed.

The Colonel stopped in his tracks, half way through the courtyard, as he noticed something else that was "off". Ellie and Awesome's front door was wide open, and neither of them was in sight. The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he slowly moved towards the open door. Pulling out his gun, he stepped into the entry way of the apartment, first making sure that no one was watching.

He quickly scanned the living room. Seeing it was empty, he moved stealthily into the kitchen. It was clear as well. He lowered his weapon as he looked around the living space, noting that nothing was out of place or missing, there was no sign of a struggle of any kind. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he went back to the front door. He inspected the front door and could find no sign of forced entry, another good sign.

Just as he was closing the door, he heard a noise coming from upstairs. Someone was in the apartment and he just hoped it was Ellie. He really didn't want to deal with the paperwork involved if he shot a home invader, in a home that, technically, he himself was invading.

He headed up the stairs, holding his firearm up to confront whoever it was. And if it was Ellie? Well, he was going to have a serious chat about security with the pretty doctor. "Ellie," John called out as he reached the top of the stairs. "Are you home?" He took a few steps toward her room.

"I'm here, in the guest room." Ellie's voice drifted down the hall way. "John? Is that you?"

Thank God, the Colonel thought as he holstered his weapon, proceeding past Ellie's room to the guest room at the end of the hall.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?" he asked, truly concerned. "Did you know you left your front door wide op ..." The question died on his lips as he turned to enter the room. The sight that greeted him made him momentarily speechless. A lesser man, no doubt, would have dissolved into a puddle on the floor. But John Casey was no ordinary man.

Laid out before him, and thankfully only him, was the delectable beauty of Ellie Bartowski. She was stretched out, diagonally, across the bed, her feet pointing at the open door way. Her right leg was extended out fully, her shiny pink painted toenails curling slightly, beckoning him into the room. The left leg was pulled up, her foot planted flatly on top of the bed, by her other knee.

She was wearing a deep purple silk pajama shirt with tiny pearl bottons. As he took a step in her direction, she let her left leg dip to the side as her hand crept between her legs. She began to stroke herself, and he could see that she she was wearing black lace panties as well.

He slid his back pack off his shoulders and it fell to the floor with a thud, that neither of the room's occupants took notice of. He took another step forward and she increased her actions, all the while keeping her right arm stretched out lazily over her head, her fingers lightly wrapped around one of the brass rails of the headboard.

John's mouth dried a bit as her watched her silently for a moment. He let himself take in the sight of her. Jesus H. Christ and all the apostles, disciples and saints, he thought, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and might possibly be the death of him. The deep color of the silk against her glistening tanned skin, and those legs that went on forever ... and those tiny buttons that seemed to be mocking him; keeping the rest of her body concealed from his sight. Damn ... he felt his pants getting tighter as he stood there. She definitely had his attention.

Shaking off the daze, he reminded himself that "that" was besides the point. Anyone, and he meant anyone could have just waltzed right in. He finally meet her eyes, to tell her just that. When he did, he realized that she was looking him square in the eyes as well, and she had the most evil gleam on her face. Well, more sexy, than evil, but you get the point.

John cleared his throat, as he quickly looked away from her, deciding to focus his attention at the painting of a lake that hung on the wall over the bed. He wasn't sure what was going through Ellie's head right now, but he intended to find out. Finding his voice, he finally broke the silence that had seemingly gone on forever.

"Jesus, Ellie." He spoke firmly. "You left your front door wide open. What were you thinking? Any manner of bad men could have walked right in here, and done God knows what to you."

He hoped that he had put some fear in her, sounding all manly and commanding. If the laugh that he heard in response to his warning caught him off guard then what came next from her mouth really confused him.

"Well, did he?" she asked, her voice teasing and looked back at her then, and she was licking her lips, her eyes still on him.

"Sorry, did he what?" he asked.

This obviously hadn't gone the way he had planned.

Ellie bite her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth for just a few seconds and John, without even realizing it, had moved further into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed. His face was a mask of stone as he stood before her.

A stone that Ellie intended to crack. She wanted to crack open the enigma that was John Casey, and crawl inside him. She wanted to break him down and have all his steely strength and determination focused singularly on her. And by God, she was going to succeed in this mission, come hell or high water.