Joss kept her weapon low as she eased against the outside of the warehouse. She really didn't feel like getting shot at today. She was careful to keep her head away from the wall, hoping to avoid having her perfectly styled hair unsettled. She already had to punch out a woman, who insisted on blocking her path to the warehouse. Next time her boss would know better than to send an amateur to play watchdog.

"Finch where are they?" Before Finch could reply with an answer Fusco and Shaw appeared rounding the corner, weapons drawn. Joss forced herself to breathe, temporarily startled at their sudden appearance. They lowered their guns. "Where's the number?" Joss asked after catching her breath.

"They took him inside. A few guards are blocking the main door. Glasses was 'bout to give us directions to a back entrance to bust in and break him out."

Joss's brow pinched. "Where's john?"

"Playing decoy. What else?"

Joss's eyes flamed. "He went in by himself? Shaw why didn't you go with him?"

Shaw gave her a dry look. "He wanted to be macho, I wasn't going to put up a fight. Not today anyway."

Joss rolled her eyes. "Alright. You both, go get the number. I'll go back up John. You've got five minutes. As soon as you rescue him tell me. Shaw you see the number out to a safe location and meet us at the wedding. Fusco, you collect John and personally escort him to wedding, at gunpoint if necessary."

"Detective who's calling orders here?" Finch questioned in her ear.

"I am Finch. Do you want to argue?" She could hear him swallow.

"It is your show Detective. I was just checking."

"Thank you." Joss's gaze lifted and she raised her eyebrows when Fusco and Shaw didn't move. Blinking they moved into action. Today the Bride was calling all the shots.

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John ducked. He couldn't get hit in the face. Another fist missed his eye by an inch. He'd had enough. He already had taken down three guards. Why did this one want to put up a fight? Staying low he avoided another hit before he threw a right to his attacker. They were already pushing it for time. He needed to move this along. Pressing low he blocked a hit gripping the man's arm in the process. He twisted it, making him growl in pain. Until he pulled out a knife. John managed to grab his wrist right before the blade sliced through his neck. They struggled for a moment, eye to eye until the man blinked, his vision losing focused. John felt his grip weaken and then he slipped to the ground.

John bent down to examine him. He hadn't heard a gunshot. Finally he spotted an object sticking out of his leg. A kind of tranquilizer. He had a moment of confusion before he looked up knowingly. There she was. Armed, dangerous, and drop dead gorgeous. Her hair graciously swept off her face save for a few strains and diamond earrings dangling against her skin. He knew she had meant to take those off before joining them.

She threw him the same smirk she did when she had come to his rescue once before. Only that time she had been armed with a shotgun.

"This is new?" He called up to her from where she stood on the second floor of the warehouse referring to her choice in weapons.

"No blood. Not on my wedding day. Your mission is officially complete. Now get outta here. Shaw and Fusco have your number. He's safe. Quit while you're ahead John."

He smiled at her. "You look beautiful."

She rolled her eyes, but even from here he could see she was fighting a smile. "Don't try and suck up. Fusco has been appointed to get you to our wedding without any more delays and by any means necessary. You got that John? Fusco's in charge, starting now."

Turning John watched her walk away. "Hey Wonderboy you heard her. Let's go. I wouldn't push her. She could've shot you with that tranquilizer after this stunt you pulled." Fusco said as he approached gripping John's arm and pushing him along.

"Yes Mr. Reese. Jocelyn has been very patient. Let's not test her anymore. I really want you to live long enough to see the ceremony all the way through."

Author's Note Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Especially to those who I can't send a message to and special thanks to Lindielou for commenting on this story and some of my older ones. Seriously seeing comments on older stories is always a great surprise.